Excellent composition in senior two.

No matter in school or in society, many people write compositions, which can be divided into narrative, explanatory, practical and argumentative according to different genres. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following are eight excellent compositions of Grade Two that I have compiled, hoping to help you.

1 Fatigue intruded into my eyes, my eyelids closed and gradually degenerated into a dream. In my dream, I became a little dog with black and white fur and brown eyes.

Walking into the forest, the staggered branches cut the sunlight into small pieces. Naughty, I stepped on the sunshine, jumping, and my little feet stepped on the wet soil, cold and cold. I walked along the sunshine and met a huge thorn bush. I had to stop and look up. Wow, it's so high! So, through the gap, I saw a small room, closed glass windows, closed curtains and closed wooden doors. There is an old swing destroyed by the sun and rain next to the wooden house. There is a stone path in the middle of the front and back of the house, with wild flowers on both sides.

Very interesting, so I tried to dig and dig with two claws, and then I tried my best to get under the thorns, with some small thorns hanging on my back. I ran to the door, barked a few times, and when nothing happened, I jumped on the windowsill to open it. What a pity, my dog paws! Just cleaning the window! How to drive? The people inside seemed to hear the sound, and the curtains were quietly pulled open, revealing a pair of eyes the same color as mine. White hands unscrewed the window lock and slowly pushed it up on the window door. I sniffed at his hand and got in.

Reflecting the sunlight, the sunlight coated his outline with furry edges. This is a little boy with morbid skin, melancholy eyes and tight lips. He leaned against the window and quietly looked at the scenery outside. Unfortunately, within a few minutes, he had to cover his eyes with his arm and quickly close the curtains. The sunshine seems to have hurt him, just like a naughty child teasing the dancing flame, and finally left a pain in his heart. This child ... is sick and can't see the sun!

In a dark room, only the curtains illuminated by sunlight reflect dim light. The little boy stayed in the dark for a long time. No sunshine, no friends, no parents, only a whole body of illness is haunting him. Loneliness and illness are his daily food. Tears have dried up, my heart is bleeding, healing and numb.

Suddenly, a little thing broke into his black world. Its simple little eyes without impurities captured his heart at once, and its small nose touched his hand with a moist and warm breath. There were ripples in his heart, and little happiness sprouted in his heart bit by bit.

When the boy's hand flew over, I instinctively panicked and fled under the table. I only heard a sigh. He sat quietly in the chair at the table and even heard the sound of the meat cleaver colliding with the board. Under the table, I bent my front paws and held my head, waiting to see what happened. After only an hour, I can't stand loneliness. I went to the boy's feet and licked his toes with my tongue. He also stopped what he was doing, squatted down, stroked my head and rubbed my hair. When I looked up and my nose touched his little hand, I stuck out my tongue and licked it happily. The boy grinned unexpectedly, and happy crow's feet appeared in the corner of his eyes. Maybe it's an itch in his hand. ...

I like running around the house and barking, but the little boy never gets angry. It may be difficult to find him a daughter! Sometimes I will lie quietly in front of the window, staring at the sunshine outside the window, and the little boy will feel inexplicably lost. He stroked my head, flattened his mouth and asked, "Are you leaving, little one?" Well-well-I can only press the vocal cords and look at him anxiously. He let go of his hand, smiled unconsciously and said to himself, "Am I stupid enough to ask something that I can't talk ..." He shook his head gently and stopped talking.

I really want to comfort him, but I can't say anything, or I can't answer such a question with yes orno. You are not stupid, but your sentimentality always worries me. You are stupid, but you survived tenaciously. I can only lick your hand with my tongue. May warm breath comfort you, from the palm of your hand to your heart.

The dream won't last for a few minutes, and everything is gradually blurred. When I opened my eyes, the sun was still shining and the pattern remained unchanged. Before the memory faded, I closed my eyes again, prayed silently and said to God, "Can I give him half of my warm sunshine in my dream?"

There is something between people called distance, which will make you gain and lose.

We can't cross the distance between time and space, only the distance between heart and heart. Even if time and space are blocked, we can still collide with warm sparks and feel each other's small worlds.

Close the distance and make the world smaller. Everything is measured, and the greater the distance, the better. I saw some reports about children in poor areas in the media. During the holidays, my friends and I went to help students. Personally, I sat in that dark kitchen for a long time and felt the mountain road for two hours. I realized that the report was just words, and I realized the hardships, but I didn't expect life to be so happy. Give my pocket money to children my age, thinking that I will go to that mountain village as a teaching assistant in the future, and I will tell them what I know and pass on all my knowledge to that isolated mountain village. At that time, the world will definitely become smaller.

Keep your distance and stick to yourself. Only by keeping a necessary distance can individuals have a kind of persistence, and because of this persistence, they have achieved their unique personality charm and created a harmonious beauty. "If the water is clear, there will be no fish, and if people look at it, there will be no disciples." No one is perfect, and we often need to learn to change our perspective and adjust our distance to discover the beauty of others. If you ask to be the nearest insider in everything and treat others with the strictest requirements, you will lose your friendship because you are too clear. Just like facing a delicate flower, if you get too close, you will find the subtle flaws in those beautiful flowers, and you will lose the aftertaste and lingering in the fragrance.

Close the distance and make the world warm. There is no eternal distance in the world. Only by constantly adjusting the intimate distance out of the desire for love can we get the distance of a bowl of soup, not only physically but also spiritually. Earthquakes, floods ... all major natural disasters will touch many people's hearts, and a pair of hands and shoulders will move those hard stones without temperature from the cold and raging floods. The reason why human beings are human is that selfless love is higher than other species. In a series of rescues, too many people had never known each other, but because of love, the strange distance was melted and the world remained warm at that moment.

Keep your distance and respect each other. Some people say that as long as lovers love each other, they should leave two spaces for each other and two spaces for themselves to love themselves. If a person puts all his thoughts and love on one point, that love will definitely be too full and too heavy, which will make people suffocate and fear that a little carelessness will disappoint that power. Need a distance, keep an independent space, let people breathe freely, think freely and feel freely. Just like that thick diary, nothing shameful is recorded, but reading without consent will be regarded as voyeurism and will lose trust because of lack of respect.

For two free hearts and two independent people, closer distance is a catalyst for feelings and a warm transmission tube; Keeping a distance is the guardian of the small world and the embodiment of respect. We should use a kind, honest and mutual-help heart to close the distance and make the world full of more sunshine and warmth. Learn to share, learn to listen, learn to smile, and keep a moderate distance, so that we can warm each other without hurting each other.

Memories wet my heart.

Growth is like sparkling water drops, jumping on the country road, from the bumpy gravel road to the flat road, and the changes along the way record my growth footprint. -inscription

It's time to step into the cold winter and wait quietly for the masterpiece "Wet Painting wintersweet tree". The greeting of the snow pushed us into the gate of 20xx.

65438+1 October1is an exciting and complicated day. With the arrival of New Year's Day, we can relax for a few days and stay away from complicated and boring problems. But I can only stare at the goose feather snow through the window and let it float on the earth. This year is another day without grandpa.

In the third year, I sat beside my grandfather's bed and watched him lying motionless in bed. Tears flowed freely on my face, and I didn't believe or accept the news of grandpa's death. A month ago, he told me not to be nervous about the senior high school entrance examination, and to study hard to get into Ninghai Middle School. But now I let him down. I didn't achieve his expected goal. To make matters worse, I wasn't even admitted to Gaopu University.

In my impression, grandpa sits by the fire every morning, with a cigarette in his mouth and a stick in his hand to cook. It's still dark, filled with a few lamps on the roadside, and the air is a little humid in the cold winter. An old man sat quietly by the fire, waiting for a large family to get up. When I was a child, weekends always passed happily and briefly. My sisters and I ran around the small yard and had a good time, while grandpa sat on the stone pier with a cigarette in his mouth and looked at us with mirth. Smoke curled up on the house, and after a sumptuous dinner, we said goodbye to our grandparents. There stood a pair of hunchbacked old people at the door. From time to time, there are clouds of smoke in grandpa's mouth. We waved goodbye and they watched us leave.

I still remember that I accidentally kicked over an altar of wine because of fun. During the Spring Festival that year, my grandparents were so busy that they hurriedly prepared a big table of dining tables. My grandfather and uncle were carried into an altar of wine from the outside. Out of curiosity, I stepped forward and looked around. When they all left, I stumbled into the altar, and the next second, the smell of wine came to my face. I knew I was in trouble. Tears welled up in my eyes, and my grandmother saw it and scolded me. Grandpa came in, smiled and picked me up and said, "It's okay. We'll bring another jar of wine and let you taste it later." I wiped my face and looked at the wine that was wet all over the floor. I am still sobbing. At the dinner table, I carefully took a sip of wine, which was very bitter for me at that time; And now I am unforgettable!

/kloc-In the cold winter of October/February, the cold wind mixed with snowflakes blew the breath of the New Year, and this New Year lost its warm flavor. Chimonanthus praecox is fragrant, and five blood-red petals proudly bloom and tears drop at this untimely moment. The bright red is so beautiful!

Senior two: Zhang

Who doesn't like that sweet smile? I have been looking for, looking for an intoxicating smile. However, I found this intoxicating smile and I will never forget it.

Zhou Huijie and I are good friends. She always wears a pink rabbit hairpin, which seems to be born for her and always shines with golden light. I am closest to her. I remember at that time, we went to school together every day and had a good time. Once, we were afraid.

That day, the weather was cool and it had just rained. I walked with her on the way to school, skipping along the way and passing the pond of Lin Xue Yayuan. I smiled at her and said in unison, "Let's play here!" We nodded. Jump between rocks, play happily and dance on rocks. Jumping on this stone for a while, jumping on that stone for a while, like a lively little rabbit. The fish swam happily, as if cheering for our joining.

Suddenly, my foot accidentally slipped and plopped. I fell into a cold pond and my clothes were all wet at once. I'm completely soaked. A few fish swam around me, itchy all over and aching in my arms. I reached out and saw that my hand was cut by a sharp stone and there was dazzling blood. I was in tears. "Boo hoo!"

Hearing this, Zhou Huijie immediately ran over and comforted me gently with a smile: "Are you all right? I'll help you up! " That smile is like a bud. Sincere and kind, filled with refreshing fragrance in the smile. Rooted in my beautiful heart. I can't help thinking of angels with golden rings and full wings.

She held out her hands, and I took her hand and pulled me ashore with all my strength. He asked me with concern, "Are you all right? Are you cold? Let me help you go back and change it! "

"No, I'm late for school. You go first, I'll go back and change myself. " I politely refused.

"No, let me stay with you!"

Looking at her stubborn expression, I walked out of Lin Xue Yayuan with her.

In this warm spring season in bloom, in this quiet place, I will remember that there were two girls who supported each other and were moved by their friendship.

I will never forget that intoxicating smile. This lively girl gave it to me.

Excellent Composition of Senior Two 5 > Juzhiyuan

Yellow petals, faint fragrance. The unique temperament is the garden of Emperor Taizong.

He created his own brilliant home-Zhenguan Shi Sheng.

He listened to the opinions of ministers, recuperated with the people and created a brilliant home.

I don't know if I am familiar with it. Fang Lingxuan, who "diligently serves the country and knows everything" at home; Excavate's "brilliant, both civil and military, advance and retreat" ...

It is with these "green grasses" that a home in Huang Cancan can be revealed.

Yellow is the symbol of the emperor. I only praise you for creating chrysanthemum garden with chrysanthemum garden.

Second > Mei Zhiyuan

Mei, the only life in that winter, stood tall in the snow-white world despite the cold. And with a faint fragrance, emitting charming colors.

Ogilvy's quality is Tao Yuanming's home.

In order not to be in cahoots with the wicked, he led an honest and clean life. It is his pride that he refused to bend down to the children in the village to get five barrels of rice. It was in the spirit of Ogilvy & Mather that he created beautiful poems.

Plum blossom is the spirit of winter, and it is this pride that creates the winter scenery.

Tao Yuanming is the representative of Meiyuan, and "pride" is the image endorsement of his family.

Mei is the representative of unyielding strength. I only praise you for building Mei's garden.

Third > five-color garden

"Red as fire; Powder like chardonnay; As white as snow. " Colorful gardens, my home.

My home is a hall full of hope;

My family also has roses covered with thorns;

My home ...

Society, this big net is my home, and he is embracing tomorrow with a brand-new look.

School, as my home, is great for transferring knowledge from children.

My home is a beautiful garden. Although there are thorns, there are still flowers of hope.

Home is just a place full of love.

Colorful gardens are everyone's home.

The philosopher Kant said: "Anger is to punish yourself with the mistakes of others." The elegant Kant probably won't have a storm, and his mood will always be clear. We are furious that others have made mistakes, so it is our own fault. Modern Dale Carnegie does not advocate tit-for-tat. He said, "There is only one simple way to really hate others, and that is to give full play to their strengths." They hate each other, but they don't eat meat and suck bone marrow. As a result, you can only wear yourself out. Carnegie's "hate" is another form of "tolerance", and treating opponents as friends is a higher level of tolerance.

Who has made the greatest contribution to the Three Gorges Project? Pan, a famous water conservancy engineer, answered a question from a foreign reporter like this: "Those who oppose the Three Gorges process have made the greatest contribution to the Three Gorges Project." The existence of opponents can keep a clear and rational mind and do things more comprehensively; It can stimulate your courage to accept challenges and produce the potential to show your life. This is not a simple tolerance, this tolerance is like a hammer, sharpening your will and sharpening the blade of your life.

Good words say that three winters are warm, and tolerance is the warm sun on the snowy mountains in winter; Bad words in June hurt people. If you have a tolerant heart, use it as an air conditioner to cool down in hot summer. Tolerance is a kind of beauty. The deep sky endured the temporary ravages of lightning storms, and only in this way can the sun shine brightly; The vast sea is boundless only when the stormy waves are raging for a while; The vast forest temporarily endured the law of the jungle and was lush. Only by sparing no effort can Mount Tai become taller. Rivers can only become bigger if they don't choose small streams. Tolerance is the towering Mount Tai, and it is the rivers and lakes that accommodate all rivers and lakes.

In dealing with friends, tolerance is the gold given to Guan Zhong. He doesn't care about Guan Zhong's selfishness and understands Guan Zhong's fear of death. He also recommended Guan Zhong to Qi Huangong as his boss. In dealing with people and things, tolerance is the torch for Guangwudi to burn and vote for honesty. When Liu Xiu defeated Wang Lang and invaded Handan, he found a lot of letters flattering Wang Lang, insulting Liu Xiu and even plotting to kill Liu Xiu. But Liu Xiu turned a blind eye to this and burned them all, regardless of the opposition of all ministers. He let bygones be bygones, turned enemies into friends, strengthened his own strength and finally became emperor. The fire burned hatred and laid a solid foundation for the cause.

You should tolerate others' disharmony, exclusion and even framing. Because you know, what scares your opponent is your strength. What's more, you should know that grass growing in crevices can withstand wind and rain best. Irony can only "cold compress" your hot head; The little shoes given to you may make you jump out of the wonderful "ballet" on the stage; A blow to you, like a barbell in an athlete's hand, will only increase your explosive power. Revenge must be reported, which only shows that you can't be open-minded; Well-meaning words are a double-edged sword, and eventually they cut themselves; Answer blows with blows only means that your "teeth" will soon fall out.

"One foot crushed the violet, but it left the fragrance on the heel. This is forgiveness. " Andrew matheus said such an enlightening sentence in The Heart of Tolerance.

In pursuit of a childhood poem by Wang Changling, I went to Xinjiang to find my dream sandbar.

Came to a dilapidated city wall, an old man sat in the thin twilight, smoking a cigarette, as if breathing the aftertaste of history. I asked him the direction of Loulan. He looked up at me, smiled foolishly, and then pointed to the northwest. "Don't go. It's a long way. There is nothing to see. Only people like you are stupid and hard to find. I am afraid that in the end, it is better not to go, so as not to be sad. " After listening to his words, I can't help but be surprised that there are still people who are as fascinated by the words of ancient literati as I am. I really don't know what kind of history and dreams are buried in that land, let us pursue it day after day and year after year!

I went after all. Stepping into the soft sand, the sun is burning on the skin, and the rope holding the camel has been wet with sweat. I still stubbornly move forward, hoping that time can leave some traces for me to mourn. But along the way, I really only left sticky disappointment and tired sigh. I thought I would see a little green in the overwhelming sand. I thought I would hear rustling A?vagho?a and crisp camel bells during the long journey. I thought I would see Lop Nur in the sunset in the hoarse voice of crows, like a beautiful bride standing in this quiet and blue sky. It's just, it's just the Silk Road. Has it really been crushed into historical dust with the torrent of time?

The only person who answered me was Feng Gang, who was unstoppable, who rolled up Loulan's sobs.

Lop Nur is like a choking fish, lying in a dry shallow pool. Lop Nur described in the book, like a blue crystal, flows under the folds of Loulan, dotted with ancient China civilization. How did it become cracked? Man, how many natural scenery, civilizations and traditions have your hands destroyed? When the horseshoe is full of silks and satins and intoxicated with the bustling scene of Loulan, when the delicate white toes of Hu Ji dance lightly on the Persian carpet, when the Hu people walk through the crowds of various colors and suddenly hear the melodious sound coming from the alley, will you think that this is the last cry of the ancient Loulan in the dust and sand of the city? Humans, you will only watch the wound of this splendid ancient civilization bleed drop by drop, and let the wind from Asia blow away the last fertile soil of Loulan.

When I was ready to leave, I couldn't help flinching. I am afraid that Loulan, which I dream of day and night, will become a ruin in this sunset, standing alone in the indifferent sand, watching the decline and fall of mankind with the eyes of outsiders, as if it were as magnificent as the brief intersection of light and shadow, as if it nourished the flourishing soil of the ancient Mediterranean business circle, as if its eyebrows were as kind as those who soaked the blue sky of Loulan into the soul, and it was destined to wither in the desert with Lop Nur.

Maybe I have accepted human's destruction of nature and desecration of civilization. Finally, I saw the dead wasteland, not the drizzle woven in the south of the Yangtze River, not the crying of Hunan's childish moonlit night, nor the parting of my hometown Liu Yin. This is Loulan, this is desert and this is wasteland. Here is the flag of the general against the wind, here is the clank of iron bones with blood flowing everywhere, and here is a terrible cemetery. Feng Gang, who is bitter and cold in the northwest, is playing the music of parting, and he can't help but think of Wang Wei's poem: "Advise you to drink more and go out to Yangguan for no reason." Did Loulan Huji really have such feelings when she left with the caravan? This will only make me feel more sorry for this empty city. It was the people who admired it as soon as possible who personally disintegrated its existence. It is the arrogance of the Central Plains emperor that is destroying its fragile life. It is the arrogance and pride of the people in this land of China that has enabled it to survive for thousands of years. Civilization is instantly covered with sand.

From its remaining rubble, it is not difficult to see that it once flourished. People from different regions and with different accents, some brought spices, leather and livestock in exchange for tea, silk and porcelain, while others brought gold, silver, agate and pearls in exchange for a large number of sheep slaves and land. Oh, there is also the former residence of the first beauty in Loulan, which is now in a corner of the city, waiting for the slow and heavy excavation and destruction by archaeologists. The winding river around the city is just a deep river, and the yellow sky kills the blue sky. Old Populus euphratica stood stubbornly on the sand and stone with a posture of fighting against the deterioration of nature, and Meishi stood alone, like a handsome guy on the Silk Road in the past. We can no longer hear the bells ringing when horses are frolicking, the bleating of milky sheep mixed with the shepherd's flute calling for sheep, the backs of wandering caravans and businessmen wrapped in white gauze rushing into the desert, and the splendid civilization painstakingly built in the desert. Perhaps we can only get a glimpse of Loulan's prosperity in textbooks.

If our city turns into Loulan, if our buildings turn into weathered rocks, if we who wantonly destroy nature turn into sand in the desert, where will the urban civilization we have worked so hard to manage now be destroyed by nature with time? Maybe, maybe there will only be an old man and his shabby cigarette rod left.