Gao yi composition

In life, work and study, everyone must have been exposed to writing. Writing is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. Still at a loss for composition? The following are seven senior one compositions I collected for you, for reference only. Welcome to reading.

High school composition 1 Castle Peak is faintly covered with water, the bright moon shines on the river, the world of mortals is rolling, and life is full of troubles. There are thousands of scenes in the world. What kind of country do you need? It only takes one foot to get it.

The world is clear or turbid. If you want to choose and keep what you want, you must learn to settle down.

The world is like a huge multiple-choice question. Although there are countless choices, they are always divided into two categories: clear and turbid. What kind of country do you want? Only by jumping into this big circle can we develop further. There is clarity in the clear, turbidity in the turbid, and countless small options are laid on the ground in a staggered and disorderly manner, just like the streets and lanes after the rain. The ground is clean or dirty. Keep your inner beauty and choose your foothold carefully.

If you choose to be clear, you should always be clear and avoid turbidity. Such persistence may be very tiring. Choose turbidity and stride forward on the road of black and white. It seems chic, but I don't know that my feet are full of mud, and I go astray. From Liu Qingshan and Zhang Zishan, they embarked on the road of chasing ill-gotten gains, strode to the guillotine, and nailed themselves to the shame column with a dirty behavior. They walked on the vast muddy road, regardless of the road under their feet, not to mention the soul on their feet, and finally died in money. Looking at the filth, being pure, living in your own country step by step, is enviable.

Everything you want is built inside and can be found outside. Tao Yuanming stayed away from Wudoumi and turned and stepped into the Peach Blossom Garden. There is no need to avoid filth in the troubled secular world, just enjoy the clear river and beautiful mountains and rivers.

The world is a net, clear and turbid. Numerous clear and turbid grids are dazzling. If you are accidentally entangled, those dirty people will not be able to get away, and they will run to the dark in the muddy mountains and rivers. Clear, the secluded path of birds and flowers; Turbid, a magnificent pagoda. I can't resist the temptation of fame and fortune. When I stepped into the gorgeous tower door, I found that the external brilliance was wrapped in endless darkness. Zheng Li founded "Decibel Network" to gain the popularity of singer Xiangxiang. Later, he actually set up a pornographic website to make a fortune. What happened after I got the money? Only in the face of futile walls and cold iron gates.

Simple selection and complicated reservation. The so-called "one step away, eternal hatred", we must distinguish between right and wrong and stick to the purity of our hearts, so that we will not be confused by the scene before us.

A clean man is like water. When he set foot on a trip to Wan Li, he gushed and got a pure sea and a vast sky. Turbid people are like mud, exposed to the sun, evaporating clear water, leaving only hard soil, which blocks the way forward a little. Choose a place, step on it and embrace a piece of land.

I often hear a saying: Go your own way and let others talk!

I know the truth, but I am still easily influenced by other people's opinions. If it's a good and positive suggestion, that's fine. But if I don't know how to find inspiration from criticism and make myself more motivated, I really sometimes feel more cowardly and a little led by the nose.

In fact, if you think about it seriously, paying too much attention to other people's opinions, on the other hand, is a great lack of confidence in yourself.

Like a new dress I bought, I think I like this style very much. It looks good when I try it on. But if you ask your roommate, your opinion is different.

Some people say that this color is too light for you; Some say this style is too old to look good; Some say the overall collocation is not good-looking. ......

It may be because the newly bought clothes are in a good mood, and they are hit by these negative words and suddenly become depressed.

Mom said, "I think it's beautiful." We don't know how to match it, but it looks comfortable. "

Her words made my depressed mood a little better. I continued to stand in front of the mirror and felt really good, not as bad as my roommates said. Think about their usual dress styles, and sometimes they don't look good. Perhaps this is a personal aesthetic difference. We don't ask everyone to agree, but first we like it and make ourselves happy.

Instead of considering other people's opinions, it is better to spend time on improving yourself.

Summarize this year on New Year's Eve, and recall this year on New Year's Eve.

The couplet "Say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, and celebrate another year with joy" condensed and summarized this year. New Year's Eve is the last day of the year. This is a reunion, a lively and festive day, and everything is beautiful. ...

This year's New Year's Eve is very special. Early in the morning, our family got up early. Mom and dad bought us a lot of red paper to write Spring Festival couplets, and my brother and I prepared pen and ink. At home, we will hold a Spring Festival couplets appraisal. The contestants are my brother and me, and the judges are of course strict mothers and loving fathers. This competition pays attention to the beauty, ugliness and rich meaning of fonts, not speed. At first, I brewed slowly, and wrote "farewell to the old and welcome the new" on the couplet. My younger brother only wrote eight words: "Peace in spring and peace in summer, good luck in autumn and good luck in winter". When I introduced the meaning of couplets, I said, "This couplet expresses my happy mood and my expectation for the new year …" My younger brother just said, "I didn't say much, but I blessed for a year, which was profound and concise …". Because I have more writing experience than him, and he doesn't take me seriously, I won the first prize as my sister and the second prize as my brother (the certificate was made of paper by my parents). Finished, it's time to post couplets. The winner of the first prize is posted on the front door, and the younger brother's is posted on the side door. Handwritten couplets, hand-pasted couplets, have a stronger flavor of the year.

It's almost noon and all the relatives are here. They get together and chat with each other, and the host prepares all kinds of new year's goods to entertain them. Mom and dad asked our seniors to propose a toast while eating, so we were ready long ago! "Have a meal!" With grandma's cry, we rushed to the table, stood at attention, bowed deeply first, and then read: "I wish the elders and children of the same age here health and happiness, all the best, a happy mood, a happy day, and a smooth new year's work ..." After I finished reading, my brother continued to read, and everyone praised our understanding and made us smile. Let us feel that the taste of the year is another layer!

In the afternoon, my brother and I went to buy fireworks. There are all kinds of fireworks in the street, and some shops also put roses on them. Only after asking did I know that the first day of the New Year is Valentine's Day on February 14 of the Gregorian calendar, and they only get together once every 50 years! Of course, snacks are indispensable for buying fireworks. As a companion gift for the Spring Festival Evening, how can I get it? It's getting dark The red sunset in the west gradually turned into a black screen, and suddenly a long dragon rose into the air, accompanied by screams, and suddenly a hundred flowers blossomed and colorful; Suddenly the meteor fell, as if the wish was coming true. My brother couldn't help blinking his eyes and said, "Sister, let's write poems!" " ! I say one, you say one. "I looked back at him in surprise and said," You go first and I'll try my best. " "Tonight, the dragonfly and the phoenix dance, and the flowers actually intersect." I thought for a moment and said, "I'm looking forward to it. At this moment, everyone is happy. " Suddenly my mother shouted, "Come and have dinner. "My brother and I rushed to the table as soon as we heard the news, and pots and pans were mobilized to enjoy this year's farewell dinner. When the pointer points to eight o'clock, the Spring Festival Gala begins. The sketch makes people laugh, the singing is euphemistic, the magic is unpredictable and the acrobatics are touching. ...

The bell of the new year is about to ring, bid farewell to this year and usher in a new year. Facing the New Year's Eve, sighing the passage of time, facing the new year, full of expectations and blessings. This can't help but remind people of the couplets of "saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, and having fun for another year".

Gao Yi's composition 4 "Ge Zhaoshi is a treasure" is often said. However, it's a pity that I didn't have a chance to see it. This summer, I went to Geshi Town, Ningyang County, and finally saw the jujube trees in the garden and the small dates hidden among the leaves. They were not as hot as a string of emeralds. Moreover, I was lucky enough to eat the processed candied dates hoarded by jujube farmers. Now that I think about it, it seems that there is still a strong fragrance in my mouth that permeates my heart and spleen.

After reading and tasting, I am very happy and want to introduce this "baby" to everyone.

It is a "treasure", first of all, because this jujube has extremely high nutritional value. When you open a jujube, you can see a string of sparkling sugar. According to the analysis, the sugar content of this fresh jujube is between 19% ~ 44%, and the sugar content of dried jujube is as high as 74% ~ 84%. In addition, it also contains a variety of minerals, protein and rich vitamins and other nutrients needed by the human body, as can be seen from the description of the amount of vitamins it contains. It not only contains vitamin A, vitamin B and vitamin P, but also contains a lot of vitamin C. According to the analysis, every 100 g of fresh jujube contains 95.3-62.77 mg of vitamin, which is higher than that of oranges, lemons and other fruits with the most vitamin C, while the vitamin C content of jujube is higher, reaching more than 1000 mg. According to the old people, it was ground by Zizyphus jujuba. Now, Ge Zhaoshi is even cuter. After the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month, fresh dates are chopped, and jujube farmers process them into candied dates, jujube paste, jujube powder, golden dates, candied dates and canned dates, which sell well at home and abroad. Of course, people always forget to leave some, and make flower cakes, jujube buns, eight-treasure rice and so on every Chinese New Year holiday. Children meet and give birth to three feet; Adults can't help but be tempted when they see it. They ate a few pieces and their mouths were full of fragrance.

"Ge Shi Zao, a treasure" also lies in its high medicinal value. Compendium of Materia Medica says "jujube is sweet in taste, flat in nature and non-toxic", "it is mainly used to treat evil spirits in the heart, calm the middle energizer, tonify the spleen, calm the stomach qi, and dredge the nine orifices", and it also says "moisten the heart and lungs, relieve cough, tonify the five internal organs, treat deficiency and eliminate gastrointestinal addiction". According to people in jujube area, jujube has special effects on treating hepatitis and nephritis. Hepatitis patients boil red dates with black beans or bake them with fire, then peel them and soak them in water for several months. The effect is very good. According to the survey, few hepatitis patients have been found in the key producing areas of Geshizao since liberation. In addition, vitamin P contained in jujube can improve human capillaries and prevent bleeding, which has a significant effect on hypertension. In addition, even bark, leaves and roots can be used as medicine, which has the effects of strengthening the spleen and nourishing the stomach, enriching the blood and benefiting the liver. 1982, Kochi jujube was designated as health jujube by the state.

"Geshizao is a treasure" because it can be exported to earn foreign exchange. In the international market, its price is higher than that of ordinary fruit. For example, a ton of jujube can be exchanged for $8,500 in foreign exchange, which is equivalent to 30 tons of apples or 10 tons of walnuts. One ton of Ziziphus jujuba seeds can be exchanged for 92 tons of wheat or 2 16 tons of chemical fertilizer. It can be seen that Ge Zhaoshi is also of great significance in prospering the economy and promoting the four modernizations.

"Ge Zhaoshi is a treasure", indeed. In the mature season, when it is far away, a large jujube forest is dotted with many small red lanterns, and the scenery is really beautiful. "July 15, bordeaux, August 15, stroke." If you are interested, my friend, why don't you come and have a taste?

High school composition 5 "A misty rain in a river, flying all over the city, plums and yellow rain." Walking on Qingshi Street in Jiangnan town, I think, slender footprints.

Walking by the bridge, it's windy. The water on the lake overflowed and I don't know when a lotus will float. The faint emerald faded into a wisp of smoke, and she slowly pushed open a warm sky with her slender and dexterous hands. Jiangnan has a good year, like a poem in a picture.

On both sides of the bridge, some people built carved buildings and painted buildings. People smiled and shuttled through the narrow streets. "The painting is far away, and the wine flag is out of the wind." Jiangnan people are the so-called water Iraqis, gentle and gentle.

At night, every household's lights are on. Although there is no gorgeous singing here in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, it is also very interesting. The water is full of color and dozens of fishing fires are impressive, just like a golden lotus. I didn't take a photo when I left, because the small town in my memory is more beautiful than the one in the camera.

Two years later, I revisited my hometown, only to find that the aura of Jiangnan in the past was gone, and the waves of Jiangnan described by the poet gradually drifted away. Mr. Yu Guangzhong has a poem "Waiting for you in the rain". The rain is still falling, the Iraqis have gone, the dust has gone, and the old house faces each other across the sea. Listen to the cold rain.

In the antique attics on both sides of the bridge, banners marked with so-called "cultural shrines" have been hung. Vendors selling souvenirs have sly smiles on their faces, and when they look around, they are all flags of tour guides and slogans praising the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan.

The attic with banners seems to be blindfolded and can't tell the direction from the charm of the past. It turns out that "clear water produces hibiscus, and it is naturally carved." Growing up in a clean town, it has been wearing red and green clothes and smiling to receive tourists from all over the world.

Later, someone told me that this is the need of development. Because the development of tourism in Jiangnan can get funds to protect this town. But shouldn't development protect and respect its historical customs? History has a soul and does not need people's clumsy polishing. Will only cover up its truth and beauty. Should we return Jiangnan to a pure land?

The water in the south of the Yangtze River gurgled, but she kept her mouth shut.

May Jiangnan no longer be a boat trapped in the autumn wind and frost, may her pavilions no longer be bound, and may she be as pure as rough jade after returning from Qian Fan.

Then let the eternal moonlight pour into a curved water and keep the beautiful image of Jiangnan. Jiangnan, without you, where can I send my homesickness? Without you, where can I remember my feelings? Jiangnan, don't just leave me with a cold back, don't drift away from me.

Sunlight passes through the Woods, and the memories of the past are dribs and drabs, while the wind blows through the air, and the disappearing breath is continuous. When did the time pass? "Now" has become "once", and the fragrance of flowers has disappeared without a trace. ...

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Mom, you said you would always protect me.

Xiao Bing is an unfortunate girl. She hasn't seen her father since she was born in that bleak autumn. Xiao Bing is a happy girl. Since she was born in that autumn, her mother has been guarding her. ...

That year, Xiao Bing was 4 years old.

Maple leaves are as red as fire, and my mother is holding Xiao Bing's hand for a walk in the park. Sweet osmanthus fragrance came from time to time in the thick air. "Look, how beautiful!" Mother pointed to the scenery in front of her, "Xiao Bing was born in this season! How nice! " Mom seems to be drunk. "Hum, no!" Xiao Bing pursed her lips and said, "The wind will blow harder and harder, and there will be no beautiful flowers. I don't like them at all! " Mother stopped, paused for a moment, then squatted down slowly, hugged Xiao Bing's shoulder and smiled slightly. "It won't be bad! Xiao Bing, close your eyes. " So Xiao Bing closed his eyes. "Do you smell anything?" "Mmm, it smells good-"Xiao Bing said softly. Her mother closed her eyes slightly and put her arms around Xiao Bing. "Besides, Xiao Bing won't be cold, and her mother will always be by your side to protect you!" "hmm!" Xiao Bing was still intoxicated by the fragrance of flowers, and only vaguely heard her mother say, "untie three autumn leaves, and flowers will bloom in February ..."

Mom, you said you were always proud of me.

That year, Xiao Bing was 6 years old.

The leaves were as green as jade, and Xiao Bing skipped home with a certificate of merit. "Mom, mom, I won the first prize and learned a poem!" Xiao Bing stopped and recited the poem slowly: "Three autumn leaves can blossom in February." Crossing the river and crossing the thousands of feet waves, I want to chase ten thousand poles. Mother's eyes are moist. "Do you read well?" Xiao Bing blinked, and her mother grabbed Xiao Bing's hand and put it next to her face. "well! Very good. Oh! Xiao Bing has always been the pride of her mother! "

Mom, do you-do you hate me?

That year, Xiao Bing 14 years old.

Lotus powder is like rosy clouds, and Xiao Bing is in the flower season. Somehow, she began to become unwilling to be with her travel-stained mother, preferring to dye her hair with her "brother" and "sister", skipping classes, going to Internet cafes, drinking and even staying out late at night, which made her feel relaxed and didn't have to be busy all day for studying. As a result, she became the poor student at the bottom of the class, and once recognized as a "good girl", she became indifferent to her mother. Repeated instructions from teachers and mothers are useless. Finally, after she had a big fight with her mother, she ran into the bar. ...

A few days later, when she returned to the door again, she found her mother kneeling by the telephone, frantically calling other people's homes and tearfully asking her whereabouts. She felt that what was already stiff in her heart began to soften slowly, and a little warmth was slowly rising from her heart. ...

Mom, I ... ...

That year, she was 15 years old.

The earth is as white as a cloud in the sky, and the wind keeps blowing. Xiao Bing lay lazily on the desk, her thin clothes could not resist the freezing cold, and she shivered from time to time. The "X" and "Y" flying out of the math teacher's mouth are occasionally introduced into her ears. However, these are all unfamiliar to her.

At this moment, she saw the head teacher rush into the classroom and called herself out. Xiao Bing thought he would teach her a lot of nonsense again, but this time he didn't. He just whispered a message to her. Then, she felt something broken in her heart, broken into a pile of dust. ...

The wall is painfully white, and the air is filled with an unpleasant smell of medicine. The car accident ... I heard that it happened on my mother's way to deliver cotton-padded clothes ... It was raining in Mao Mao outside, and Xiao Bing went to the corridor. Slowly, suddenly, she took out her mobile phone from her bag and dialed a series of numbers that were once familiar but now unfamiliar, but no one answered the other end of the phone. "Mom-"Xiao Bing murmured, "Mom, I-"Xiao Bing sobbed.

Mom, please answer me, okay?

That year, she was 16 years old.

Maple leaves are as red as fire. Xiao Bing walks alone in the park. Who will protect me? Who will be proud of me? Who will worry about me and cry for me? Who, who! Even if you hate me-

"Is the wind, the wind, the wind, the maple leaf, the wind, the wind, the flowers. Then, after doing everything she should do, why did the wind go so mercilessly-

Feng thought it was enough for her to rush flowers, but did she know that she had brought flowers when she left? When a flower loses its fragrance, when a person loses his feelings, what is the point of living like that?

Mom, please come back, mom, you answer me. ...

I like everything carefully polished by time.

Like a brand-new finished product just completed, full of edges and corners and publicity; Then, it was thrown into the torrent of time, gently, even without its own attention, so it was buried by time, with the passage of time.

Time is a skillful craftsman. No matter how personal things are, time can make them round, smooth sharp edges and corners, make them shine with delicate luster, lie there quietly, look at everything in the world calmly, and exude an elegant temperament-how attractive! These things endowed with special meaning by time, just like Pandora's box, make people can't help but go up and have a look, touch it, and then appreciate it carefully in their hearts, thinking about how excellent craftsmen can make such charming and lovely things.

I am fascinated by everything carefully polished by time: yellowed black-and-white photos, creaking old ceiling fans, crumpled newspapers with corners, cheap plastic doll toys, colorful candy paper, whistling cattail fans, old books with ink smell, cicadas singing in summer afternoon ... These are all emotional objects and pictures, which are unremarkable, but make my heart surge. I seem to be out of the bondage of time, drifting outside the world, shuttling through the stream of past time, picking up one old thing after another that has nothing to do with modern high technology. Everything reminds me of the past, and they carry incomparable memories. I can't bear to let go, but I have to let go. The past has passed, and this seemingly palpable loss adds a bit of mystery and beauty to them-it seems that it is this loss of giving up that makes old objects truly "old objects". The real old things in people's minds only exist in the old times, while the good things only exist in memory.

Ancient things are displayed in the exhibition hall, and the dim light shines lazily on the glass cabinet. They are on display and people are watching; They sit still and people walk around; They stay out of the world and look at everything quietly and peacefully. People stay out of the world and take care of their lives in a hurry. The indelible smell of fireworks on old objects may be the subtle difference between them and noble objects. Used things always give people a special sense of intimacy. This feeling makes people feel comfortable, cozy, cozy and natural.

Time has slowly coated them with a thick sense of precipitation. Some people like it and loudly praise its beauty and warmth; Some people don't like it, and they whisper it out of date and shabby.

What about me?

I just like everything that has been polished by time.