Senior high school entrance examination gift composition

Senior high school entrance examination gift composition

In study, work and even life, everyone will be exposed to writing to some extent. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. So, how to write a composition? The following is a gift composition I collected for you, for reference only. Welcome to reading.

I'm walking on the mountain in my hometown. It's still summer.

Early morning is a cool time in summer, and it's still early. Accustomed to city life, I can't wait to enjoy life in this country.

I ran like hell, trying to suck all this fresh air into my body. My body seems to be floating in the air, so light that I have the urge to throw myself on the grass and hug the earth tightly. The body temperature of the earth came from my feet, cool and flowing in my body like clear water.

I quickly came to the forest, looked around and walked in the forest. Birds are singing one after another, and the sound shuttles through the forest, sometimes as you chase after me, and sometimes as stars, adding a little color to this piece of green. The morning sunshine is faint and transparent gold, which comes out from the cracks in the leaves and scatters spots on the land. I reached out and touched this gold thread, but I couldn't hold it in my arms.

A cool breeze blew and broke this gold thread, and the air gradually became moist. A drop of rain hit the leaves at the foot, and then it rained. It's raining a little hard, but I don't want to hide. My tears from the sky soaked my clothes and blurred my eyes. I look at the life in the forest, and everything is sucking the grace of nature. Flowers hold the rain and mourn to the sky, and petals turn into skirts studded with diamonds? , beating in the rain; Grass bravely stood in the rain, let the rain beat and show its strength; The tree opens its arms and wants to give a warm hug to the crying sky. This refreshing morning, this beautiful morning rain and this moving scenery bring me natural enjoyment. Perhaps this is a gift from nature, a leap in life, swaying in the rhythm of this morning rain.

Suddenly I think of the voice of my missing friend, the meaningless quarrel in daily life, the moment when I cried together, and the day when I was happy again. As long as we have this pure love in our hearts, we will trust each other, connect the love in our hearts and let the important fetters continue to multiply in our hands. Summer rain is full of the fragrance of the earth, people are always waiting, people are always communicating and helping each other. "Those beautiful scenes infected me and passed me endless warmth.

I think, life is a gift given by nature, and we enjoy many joys brought by life; Life is a gift given by life, and we feel the uniqueness of life in the process of growing up.

People bravely take the step of life, strive to run forward and accept this precious gift.

Quietly, I walked in the rain and continued to shower. ...

Fallen leaves, is the tree not retained, or is the wind not pursued? -inscription

He looked up at the red sky in the west. The sun fell like lead in a daze. The surrounding sky, like clean white paper soaked in oil, the translucent and fuzzy sunset broke through this faint stain and caught his eye.

He can't remember how many times he came here, this small sand dune hidden outside the mountain behind the school. Every evening, there will be beautiful rosy clouds and birds playing together. He used forty minutes after school this afternoon to watch the beautiful sunset, although he still thought a lot about his mother and father, or home.

When he was very young, his father died, and the originally poor family suddenly lost its only source of income, as if paralyzed. Mother cried her eyes red, helped her grandmother up, picked up the thin man and said, "Son, from now on, we will never part and work together, okay?" He nodded in confusion. Later, I seldom saw my mother during the day, so my grandmother often caressed him and touched the fine fluff on his face with dry hands, saying, "Xiaoyu, be obedient, study hard, and be successful in the future, winning glory for mom and dad." In that case, my mother will laugh even if she is hard and tired outside. "So, later, he gradually studied hard. It seems that by chance, he naturally became the best in the class and even in the grade. However, from the increasingly rickety back of his mother and the pale white hair of his grandmother, he became more and more silent.

"Cough!" He gave a dry cough and began to walk to school. It's almost time for evening study. As usual, there are many unknown students with a big stack of books in their hands, walking forward quickly. However, there is a strange uneasiness in his heart.

We are in the classroom.

As soon as he entered the door, he stood still, like a hound sniffing sausages. God, what a lively scene in the classroom, balloons, flowers, cakes ... and a huge banner that says, "Happy birthday Xiaoyu, we love you forever!" " "When everyone saw him coming, they all greeted him, and joy suddenly emerged. The teacher patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "son, don't always isolate yourself." Look, aren't there so many people who care about you? "That tone, just like my mother. He nodded his head gently. So everyone began to cheer ... then he forgot the pain and became cheerful and lively. It's just because of everyone's love. The love of parents is an eternal gift buried in the bottom of my heart forever.

* * * The same voice-love.

Inadvertently opened my most precious notebook, which was filled with the crystallization of my wisdom, and saw a few lines of crooked characters: "Zhu, Da, Tian. . . . . . "That thing can't help but pour the pen down:

It was the day before school started. My father's friends came to my house and the whole family played together. Their child is only five years old, and his face is childish and cute. I looked at him with joy. As soon as he saw me, he naturally clamored for cartoons. As for me, I hate watching this kind of thing most on weekdays, but I can only "lay down my life for the gentleman"! He took advantage of my undivided attention to get my paper and pen. I thought, "These things attract him more than cartoons!" So, he dropped the "boring" cartoon, picked up a pen and paper, and wrote on the paper like a great writer. When writing the first word, I saw his hands clutching the pen, and with a stroke of a pen, he wrote a word-"Zhu"! This is his last name! Suddenly, I realized that this is my most precious book! ~ ~ I look helpless. Then, look at him frowning, as if thinking hard about something. After thinking about it, he raised his pen, looked confident, clenched it again and wrote the word "big" hard. I thought to myself, "Such a simple sentence! Hey, you still have a plan. My lovely book. . . . . "

It's time for lunch During the negotiation, I overheard his mother say that he hadn't gone to school and no one had taught him. I froze, seemingly unbelievable and confused. At dinner, he ate at an amazing speed and finished it immediately. I saw him jump down from the stool, pick up the pen and start writing again. Occasionally I can't remember clearly, he will ask me, and occasionally on a whim, I will write the word "many, many" at once. Occasionally I will see him writing and thinking. He thought of it, wrote down the word, and would stare at it silently and smile slightly. He is neither proud nor discouraged.

Everyone has finished eating, adults are chatting, and he is still writing. In the harmonious atmosphere of the conversation, his question mark came from time to time. "How do you write Tian Zi?" "How to write the fine print?" . . . . . . This is like the sound of nature, full of innocence and curiosity!

Looking at his innocent face and his tireless questions, I have a lot of thoughts. A 5-year-old child can be so studious, but what about me? I hope I can become a hundred thousand why to help him solve all his problems!

In that precious notebook, he left his smile, his silence, his crooked words and his most sincere attitude towards learning! This is the best gift he brought me this time.

There is a precious gift that becomes more and more precious because of the baptism of tears. Grinding residual red into fragrant mud is a gift from fallen flowers to roots and veins. The red sunset glow is a gift from the sky to dusk. Beautiful and bright images are gifts from the moon to autumn water. Frustration is a precious gift given to life by living in tears, but it shines with bitter light.

Yunling Changhong falls, and the water hits Shazhufei. A precious gift, a life without regrets. He was born in a slum, but he didn't give in, so his fate took root. He embarked on a rugged road of chasing dreams, but he was not bound by any obstacles. He almost cruelly trained his acting skills, keen eyes, precise movements and social spirit. Finally, his name Stallone captured the hearts of countless people. Frustration is a precious gift, which can turn a dull iron into a sharp blade. Temper life and create brilliance.

Autumn chrysanthemum is bright with frost, and wintersweet is cold and beautiful. Accept a precious gift and achieve an elegant and individual self. Dressed in shabby but clean clothes, she scavenged beside the garbage in the rich area, picked carefully, chose carefully, and finally packed up and left. That weak back is like a lonely goose and a lost angel, branded in the eyes of designers. However, the frustration of life has polished a diamond that shines for a while. It is also the frustration of poverty that has created her unique personality and bright eyes. She was recommended as a model by the designer and won the Miss Universe Argentina Championship in one fell swoop. This is Daniela. Don't bury your soul in time and accept setbacks. This precious gift turned into an elegant swan.

Tears fall with the wind, and dream feathers fly. Accept a precious gift and chase the body of your dream. Ambition is stronger than that of young people. Why are you afraid of being difficult to climb? The mind is full of ups and downs, why bother to soak in the mire and let your feet sink in! Love is comparable to autumn water, why not turn around and block the source of Qingxi! Don't erode your obsession in the years. If you are a dream catcher, accept the test of setbacks, accept the precious gift of setbacks and go forward bravely.

Life has lost setbacks on the road. Pick it up devoutly, even bitter days will shed sweet tears, and even scarred dream feathers will fly at will. Frustration is a precious gift given by life.

This is a precious gift: a beige shirt.

This shirt is extremely cute: the turtleneck is inlaid with colorful flowers, there are several butterflies spreading their wings in the long sleeves, and there are two lovely mice embroidered in the middle of the clothes. Anyone who sees it will like it. This dress was given to me by my mother.

One Spring Festival, many children wore new clothes and New Pants. When I saw them, I clamored for my mother to give it to them. My mother said, "Son, my mother didn't refuse. The crops have failed in recent years and there is no money. Now even your tuition is a problem, so the matter of clothes ... ""No, people don't want it, they have to wear new clothes. " I took my mother and said. "Otherwise, Star, tomorrow my mother will go to the market to buy two pieces of cloth and make you a new dress ..." Before my mother finished, I angrily walked into the room and closed the door.

The next day, my mother really went to the market and picked out two bright fabrics. At night, I was very sleepy, so I fell asleep early. Mother came to tuck me in, turned off the light, sighed heavily and went to her room. Late at night, probably because the weather was too hot and there were many mosquitoes, I was awakened by mosquitoes and went out for a short walk.

On the way back to my room, I accidentally found that the light in my mother's room was still on. I thought to myself: It's past 12 o'clock. Why doesn't mom sleep? What is she doing? Out of curiosity, I walked to my mother's room involuntarily.

When I came to my mother's room, I couldn't help being shocked: my mother sewed clothes for me in front of the sewing machine under the dim light, her eyes were wide open and her expression was so focused. "ouch!" A painful whisper came in my ear. My heart couldn't help tightening. My mother accidentally pricked her hand with a needle, and blood was spilling from the wound. My heart ached at once, as if blood had overflowed from my heart. Recalling what I did to my mother yesterday, I really regret it. Glittering tears welled up in my eyes and dripped into my mouth, salty and bitter, so uncomfortable. I wanted to tell my mother to go to bed early, but I held back. I didn't want to disturb my mother, so I quietly returned to my room.

I woke up in the morning and found a panda eye on my mother's face. My mother spent the next few nights like this. Finally, on the morning of the third day, my mother finished the dress. She pulled me over with a big smile and said, "Star, come and try on this dress." Smiling slightly eased the wrinkles around my mother's eyes, but it was still clearly visible. Mother's dark circles are getting worse, her face is gaunt, and many silver wires appear on both sides of her hair. I threw myself into my mother's arms and cried.

I can't wear this dress now that I'm grown up. I folded it and put it in the closet. I believe that this may be the most precious gift I have ever received in my life.