A hasty composition

In our daily study, work or life, everyone has written a composition. The composition requires a complete text structure, so it is necessary to avoid an endless composition. How to write a good composition? The following is my composition written in a hurry for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

The essay in a hurry 1 Reading the essay in a hurry written by Zhu Ziqing made me gain a lot of truth. Everyone knows this saying: an inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time. Time goes by, never to return! Sometimes, I ask myself, why is time gone forever? "Days are like clouds, blown away by the breeze …" However, regret can't change everything, and there is no regret medicine in the world. The past has passed, and a new era is coming.

"Counting silently, more than 8,000 days slipped away from me; Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow. I can't help but burst into tears. " Looking back, did I start doing my homework as soon as I got home from school? Or waste a few minutes doing your homework first? When I waste a few minutes every day, every little makes a mickle. Am I also like Zhu Ziqing, with tears dripping on my head?

What will happen in the future? Are you still wasting your time as before? No, absolutely not. From now on, cherish time, cherish every day, every minute.

Time comes and goes in a hurry, which is a fact that no one can control However, we can control ourselves and live a full life every moment. From now on, I want to act!

It's the Mid-Autumn Festival in a blink of an eye. Mom doesn't have a holiday and has to work overtime. Dad is busy, too In the morning, my mother insisted that my aunt send me back to my hometown, and in the evening, she went back to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together. I packed my clothes in a hurry and left with my aunt. On the way, I found that I brought my mobile phone, but I forgot to bring my charger. As soon as I got to my hometown, I hurriedly called my mother: "Mom, I forgot to bring my charger. What should I do? " Mom said, "Cold salad." I have nothing to say. I can only blame myself for being too careless.

In the afternoon, I opened my backpack to do my homework and found that I forgot my math homework. I almost fainted. I called my mother again in a hurry. My mother said, "Wow, you have a bad memory. Even you can forget this! Hurry up after the Mid-Autumn Festival and come back to make up your homework! ! "I was in a cold sweat. I quickly opened my backpack to see what I had forgotten, so I decided with my mother. As a result, I turned it over dozens of times and only forgot to bring my homework, which made me feel at ease.

At night, we watch the moon outside the door. The moon is round and big, just like the pie eaten by the northeast people. It is called incense when it is rolled with green onions. I suddenly drooled over a big bowl, and then I quickly wiped my mouth with a napkin. It looks very indecent.

This Mid-Autumn Festival is really anxious!

In my hurry, I can't see, touch, hear or smell the time. But it is also this time that makes the life of primary school for six years become fast.

I remember how naive I was when I first entered primary school. At that time, I heard that big brother and big sister graduated, and I always thought it had nothing to do with it. Graduation from sixth grade is still far away. The grapefruit on three grapefruit trees in the school was picked, and time took away another year of primary school life.

In a blink of an eye, I went to the fourth grade, officially became a senior student, and my study was busy. But no matter how busy I am, I always take time to chat with my classmates who struggle with me, and their friendship has deepened. At that time, I was very sensible and knew that I would be separated from my classmates in two years, so I often made small gifts for my classmates.

The leaves are yellow, yellow and green, and the annual rings on the trunk are increased again, as if only a gust of wind would reach level 6. The well-known parting moment in sixth grade. After four months, except for all holidays, I really don't have much time to get along with my classmates. Time flies, as Mr. Zhu Ziqing said in "Hurry": "I don't know how many days they gave me, but my hands are really getting empty." Yes, time has passed. Four months later, a graduation ceremony ended my primary school career, and I will leave my classmates and teachers. Every time I think about it, my tears roll in my eyes. ...

Hey, who can tell me, why is the time so hasty?

The weather forecast says it will rain today.

I left home, today is the last day before the summer vacation, but I have never had nostalgia for this school or even this city.

I can't breathe in the sweltering heat, which depresses my heavy heart. Walking into the school gate and classroom, nothing has changed. Sit down, put down your schoolbag, and your deskmate is very happy. I hope I can't let myself leave. He and I began to fantasize about summer life.

I felt a sharp pain in my heart, as if to pierce the appearance I had worked so hard to weave. I want to escape from here, because I love it here so much. We have been together for two years, but I can't accept it. I will only die here for a few hours.

Time flies through my fingers. When the teacher finished his homework, I knew that my test was over. The sword of Damocles came crashing down, breaking all my disguises and exposing all my pains.

I ran out of the classroom like crazy and squatted in the corner crying. Even though I am not the best student in this class, I am not the most extroverted person, but I have a unique fetter for every classmate and every teacher.

Time to go. I can't stay here any longer, I reminded myself. Walking out of the entrance, I don't know when the falling raindrops hit me and wet everything.

It's cloudy. It's morning, but it's just like night. I walked to the school gate and stopped.

I want to take one last look.

Looking back, the students and the class teacher stood behind them.

They shouted, "Come on! Don't embarrass class one! We will wait for you forever! "

I fought back my tears and nodded gently.

I will always remember this moment, which will be the most precious wealth in my life.

In retrospect, I am fearless. In a hurry, we left together.

In a hurry, dark clouds have come, and sometimes it will clear up; Leaves die and sometimes turn green; When the fog rises, it will disperse again. However, why don't our time come back? -Was it stolen? Who's that? Did they just slip away? Where are they now? No one knows how many days are left, only it knows. It is ruthless, and it will never give time to those who waste their time; It is generous, and it will always stand behind those who cherish time.

I tried to catch it, but time slipped away. I tried to catch up with it again, but it disappeared without a trace, and no one could catch up. I can't help bursting into tears.

Time flies. I find that time passes faster and faster, and then I know that time has feet, so-when I speak, time flows through my mouth; In class, time slips from the pen tip; In a daze, time passes before our eyes; It was dark, I was lying in bed, and it passed by me and flew by my feet. When I greet the sun, it is another day. What can we do in the world of thousands of families during the flight? Only wandering, only running. What do I have left in the hurry? The past time is like sand, blown away by the wind; Like fallen leaves, it was absorbed by the earth. Did I leave a mark like a hairspring?

Although I came to this world naked, I will never go back naked. It is precisely because time is gone forever that I should cherish it even more.

Time is a long leg, it will not stop, it will only cherish; Time is in a hurry, it will not stop slowly, only cherish it.

Hasty composition 6 Come in a hurry and go in a hurry. ...

Time is like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, which can never be taken back. ...

In a blink of an eye, I changed from a little boy who just learned to read to a primary school student who is about to start high school.

I looked down and remembered how young and energetic my mother was when I was a child. Now, there have been several conspicuous wrinkles on her face, and even her eyes have become dim. Dad is the same, with increasing white hair and declining vitality. Thought of here, I can't help but burst into tears, sad because I know that my parents have changed a lot but there is nothing I can do.

At night, I dreamed of my former self, and I woke up crying. My face is covered with terrible wrinkles, my teeth are gone, and I can hardly speak. I always feel weak when I run around, as if my legs and feet are inconvenient, and I am panting without running for a few steps. "Dad, mom, sister, brother!"

I was so scared that I cried and shouted, but it seemed as if I had entered a silent world, and no one answered me. Oh, my God, time has passed! It suddenly dawned on me: when writing, days flew from my pen; When reading a book, the days flashed before my eyes; While lamenting the lost time, the days slipped away from my heart. ...

My heart seems to be full of stones, so heavy that it seems to have fallen to the bottom because of the heavy children.

Time passes very lightly, just as it comes very lightly …

In a hurry, composition 7 spring has come, and sooner or later you will see the shadow of winter; When the sun rises, you will see its tail sooner or later; When the moon bends, it will become a disk again sooner or later. Our days will also leave childhood, enter junior high school and enter a storm of competition. Who can whisper in my ear that my future life is not enough?

In my thirteen years of childhood, who will remind me whether this is right or wrong? The wrong things often outweigh the right things I do. Can I omit the time when I made a mistake? How much time will I waste if I spend it in the wrong time forever? When I do something wrong, I often question my heart, feel guilty about my brain cells and feel sorry for my time. If happiness can only be based on practice, should I shake hands? If I want to be happy, who can give me time? If I want time, who can give me happiness? What if it's you? What would you choose?

What have I had in these thirteen years? Is it happiness? Or just? I grew up in a depressed state from childhood to adolescence. Should I waste my time in frustration? There must be an answer in this world, but I just can't find it, and I don't want to look for it, because while I am looking for it, time will pass by my shoulder, time will radiate from my sweat, and time will quietly pass away in my heartbeat again and again.

I am afraid that I will lose my precious time. I believe that if I cherish it again, time will never regret me!

A hasty composition 8 Confucius once stood by the river and said with emotion: "The deceased is like a husband, not giving up day and night." Time flies through my fingers, but we have met before we say hello.

The greatest, fairest and most selfless thing in the world is time; The cruelest and most realistic thing in the world is time; The most precious and rare thing in the world is time. Speaking of time, some people can proudly say: "I have no regrets" in front of time; Some people bowed their heads.

Behind the winners, stories that cherish time are often inseparable.

Such is Mr. Lu Xun, who "spends all other people's coffee drinking time on writing", thus becoming a generation of literary giants with rich works in his life.

Chen Jingrun once worked out a work schedule for himself, making full use of every minute of 24 hours a day. Even when walking on the road, he is watching his back. He is proficient in English, French, Russian and German, which is the reason for his success.

The great French writer Balzac enriched every minute. He set himself a timetable, working from midnight to noon, proofreading from noon to afternoon, eating in the afternoon and taking an hour off. It is not difficult to see from this table that Balzac cherishes time precisely because he skillfully uses time to work and study hard, thus becoming a world-famous great writer.

Most of those successful people cherish the fruits of every minute's efforts, and they regard cherishing time as the first step to success. As the saying goes, "The early bird catches the worm". We can only win if we are one step ahead of others. And those lazy people, tirelessly wasting a minute. In retrospect, they are often full of regrets.

Instead of bowing in front of time, it is better to cherish and make good use of the hurried time from now on, and work hard towards your dreams to realize them. Cherishing time is the beginning of success, which is everyone's responsibility.

The words "in a hurry" and "in a hurry" will inevitably appear in your mind: in a hurry, in a hurry, in a hurry ... No matter what you are doing, time always ends in a hurry and flows away in a hurry ...

"So-when you wash your hands, the days pass from the basin; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl ... "Do you see, this is an image of time flying? But some people don't realize their time and life. Regardless of the rush of time, I am getting old in a hurry.

Every day of my childhood, my life was so carefree. My leisure and carefree make me basically don't know what "tension" is; Whenever another student holds a certificate, I am always envious, but I am ashamed to avoid it. Back in the house, I opened the bookshelf, and there were some poor awards on the horizontal surface of the bookshelf. The idea of falling is hard to describe. Am I more stupid? Or is he smarter? I despise others for calling me stupid; Others are smart and I am satisfied.

One accidental night, I read in a hurry and gave me an invincible shock. I hid the book and thought: time is like this: it passes without your attention, and once it is lost, it will never come back. You can't stop time, but cherish it. The time wasted in childhood can't be made up. If you don't make good use of your time, it's also a fair proportion of giving and returning.

Time, it is naughty, it is terrible and conceited. No one can catch it, it is too powerful. It just runs forward, giving people a sense of sniffing. The only thing we can do is: use it! Use it well! Let you, limited by time, do infinitely useful things. Like this,&; Nbsp, life won't leave too many regrets.

A hasty composition 10 Time flies. Come like a gust of wind, go like a shower. Ups and downs are like time, which comes and goes in a hurry. Wind and rain can come again, but time is gone forever. Can you leave precious time?

Time is like the wind. No one knows when Miss Feng will come. In summer, I was walking on the hot road, and the sun burned us to death, and everyone could not stand the heat. Suddenly, a cool breeze blew. A cool breeze rippled in our hearts. But in the blink of an eye, it quickly ran away, and it will only stay in everyone's heart forever. When it snows, I tremble in the street. Every snowflake falls on me, which makes me colder. Suddenly, a gust of wind, like a needle, went deep into my bones and left a deep memory. Time is the same, always leaving beautiful memories, but time comes and goes in a hurry, I don't know where it came from and where to go.

Time is like rain. It will stop when it rains, so it won't stop when it rains. It rained a drop, so I had to take out my umbrella. Unexpectedly, I just returned to the cloudy sky, and now the sky is clear, so I took my umbrella for nothing. A few days later, it rained again. I think it must stop as soon as possible. I didn't want to take an umbrella, but it rained all day, which made me stay outside all day. Time and rain are the same, so we are in a hurry. You don't say go, you say, but the road of time is endless and never stops.

Time flies like water, gone forever; Like the wind, I don't know where it comes from; Like rain, I don't know when to go again.

A hasty composition 1 1 Many people say that after you confess, you will never be friends again. Now for us, "love" is too early, so "puppy love" has become our exclusive term.

And whenever the teacher talks to us about the topic of "puppy love", she almost always says to us, "Fahai, you don't know love." Yes, it is. Adults always say that to love someone is to pay for the person you love. What can we give now? Promise? No, it's too expensive and fragile. Because it takes time, time can change all this, and in the end it may be "the old is not as good as the new".

But perhaps because of time and youth, we have a lot of throbbing. And having such a person may give us more courage to face the throbbing in our hearts-in the movie "Youth Style", the hero unexpectedly lost the college entrance examination after his puppy love was stopped five days before the college entrance examination. After re-reading later, he introduced himself: "My name is actually the only student who failed in the last graduating class. Because, I am in love, but I don't regret it. " He doesn't regret falling in love five days before the college entrance examination, his confession when he filmed graduation photo, his falling in love with someone he shouldn't have loved, and his knowing Fan Xiao when he repeated reading.

Excuse me, if it were you, would you regret it? This is the answer in your own hearts. If it were me, I would not regret it. Because the right love is life and the wrong love is youth. Being young means making mistakes all the time. Some mistakes are relieved, while others are unforgettable.

In a hurry, are we in love with someone or time? Did we catch the wrong person or the wrong time? ……

But in the end, you will find that no matter how time passes, you still meet your "youth".

Time flies. A few years ago, we were just a group of innocent and lovely children, and in a blink of an eye we became mature and willful teenagers. A few years ago, we were playing beside the swing. In a blink of an eye, without our figure, there was no laughter. A few years ago, we were still in our parents' arms, and in a blink of an eye, we were playing outside alone. ...

Time is always racing against us. It won't stop waiting for us, only we keep trying to catch up with it. Looking at our brothers and sisters playing by the swing, we can't help thinking of us at that time, playing happily in the sun, but I don't know when we stopped there, but a new generation of children, where our laughter no longer echoed, but a new generation of children's laughter.

Time is like running water, passing by little by little. When we grow up, we look back at the past, from ignorance to understanding now, from naivety to maturity and willfulness, from falling to getting up ... all this is full of memories. Every step we take is growth, which means that we grow up, become sensible and mature, and begin to know how to share responsibilities and obligations for our parents.

Once, every time I made a birthday wish, I hoped I would grow up quickly. Now, I hope that time can stop and let us enjoy the wonderful time now, or I hope that time can all go back, let us go back to the past, go back to childhood, have a carefree play and be crazy once.

Time will not go backwards, nor will it stop. Only when we keep working hard and cherish, can every day become full and meaningful.

A hasty composition 13 When the gurgling water rushed past my eyes, he had left me before I could read it carefully. When the flowers bloom in front of my eyes, they have withered before I can look at them carefully; When childhood opened in front of my eyes in a hurry, he slipped away before I could savor it.

When I look back sadly, I find that my childhood is running out. Where was my childhood? Did I leave it somewhere? I remember a long time ago, I didn't pester my father to tell bedtime stories. I remember for a long time that I stopped staring at the wild flowers on the mountain; I remember it for a long time, and I didn't have a long talk with my mother. Does this mean that I have grown up? Growing up was my greatest concern when I was a child, but growing up meant saying goodbye to my childhood. My heart is full of disappointment. I condemn leaving my time again and again. Why did you abandon me?

I remember before, I always asked my grandmother about ancient myths, always asked my mother about childhood legends, and always asked my father about the mysteries of the world. These behaviors are too childish, and that childish era has long passed. Childhood memories, like smoke, are blown away by the breeze; Like a mist, it was evaporated by Chu Yang. Those fleeting years, dare to ask me what's wrong? Why can't my voice call back my beloved childhood? Why can't my advice win the footsteps of your lost years? Why can't I get rid of your steady dance music after repeated sincerity?

I want to keep the ruthless years, let him leave the footsteps of the years in the present, don't beg for going back in time, just hope that the years that are about to pass away will stay in my heart forever. Hasty years, do you know how attached I am to the present time? Please walk slowly, pay attention to the precious beauty of this world, and let me reflect it in the long journey of life.

I don't know how much time life can give me, and I don't know if my future youth will be picturesque. I only know the ruthlessness of time But I don't understand how long the years in my life have passed, how much I cherish and how much I have used.

The sunset glow at dusk indicates the wave of tomorrow, and the passing of a day is the sadness on the fingertips. The sun has set, and it may rise again tomorrow. But he can't show the same perfect arc and the veil of tomorrow dawn. Just like the sand in your hand, the tighter you hold it, the faster it flows. Is it time now? Once you have it, is it a fleeting time?

My days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow. The trace written by the pen tip becomes the future history, and the photo just taken becomes the memory of the future. The present dribs and drabs will eventually become the waves of the future, constantly rolling and rippling the melody of time.

Who gave us time? I muttered to myself. It is the source of human life. d？ D Our parents are in the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter? d？ D ecological nature? I have never really touched time, and I have never really seen time. But I still see the silence of time. Where has all the time gone? It has always been a mystery. If you ask thousands of people, you will get thousands of answers. Because it never has an accurate answer, it is only understood by hundreds of millions of people.

Come and go in a hurry No one cherishes it from the beginning, and only when they are old do they regret not cherishing it. It has always existed, but no one has ever enjoyed the taste of time.

I don't know what time will eventually experience, and no one knows. Time may be a cycle, a taste, a beauty. No one can predict the time, but choose to miss it.

With the passage of time, I spent 12 spring, summer, autumn and winter. In the annual ring of 12, it only gave me infinite regrets, from which I really realized that time was in a hurry and never came back!

Smelling the flowers that are about to slip away between my fingers, I can only whisper: time is in a hurry! Perhaps, it is hard for me to accept that time passes too fast, but the facts tell me that the past is childhood and the future is ushered in! How important time is to people! Doctors save lives, grab time, and wasting a minute may kill a life; The People's Liberation Army fought in a hurry for fear of being defeated one second later: when students review their exams, they are all in a hurry for fear of losing points if they miss a moment ... Too many people want to catch up with the time and seize it, but time has come and gone in a hurry, leaving only regrets and feelings for the world.

"Time is life, wasting other people's time for no reason is tantamount to killing people for money. "This is a lesson that the great writer, thinker and revolutionary Mr. Lu Xun gave us. I'm still lamenting that time has passed in a hurry, but there is no past. Thinking about myself, I feel ashamed; Have I done what I can do today? I always complain that time passes too fast and there are too many tasks unfinished when I sleep, but I can quickly get into bed and comfort myself that the sun will rise tomorrow. Yes, the sun will rise tomorrow, but will time stop with your steps?

Tomorrow is beautiful, but the good times will be taken away by time, leaving only memories and regrets. Therefore, we should seize the time, seize the day and not let the beautiful time of tomorrow disappear.

Time is in a hurry, and there is not much time to wait. Since people come naked and go naked, if we don't cherish time, wouldn't it be for nothing to come to this world?