Writing a composition, my ending

1. Write the beginning and the end of my composition, and the beginning and the end should be an article.

Although the air in April is still a little cold, spring is slowly stretching before our eyes. Roughly speaking, it has been nearly two years since I came to the university, and such a spring should be no stranger. On a warm spring day, I stood under a big ginkgo tree on campus, as if I had returned to that deja vu spring and entered the cycle of seasons ... < P > Last year, on the same beautiful spring day, I walked past this big ginkgo tree and wandered around the campus of Dagong, looking for the warmth of spring. Magnolia blooms quietly. It is always the first among all the flowers. She can't even wait for the leaves to grow. White petals, such as porcelain jade, are stretched to the fullest against the blue sky that is close to transparency, with a kind of beauty without hiding and scruples. At that time, I had just started my second semester of college life, and my dreams were accumulating little by little. I always felt that there were too many things to realize, but I was hesitant in my heart. The bloom of magnolia contains the accumulation and expectation of the whole winter, just like the process of a person's accumulation; For the most beautiful moment, I don't hesitate to give everything. When the campus is full of new green and flowers, I also gain full confidence.

When this new green cluster becomes cool in summer, it will also attract the envy of students from other schools. They say that this naturalness and generosity reflect the deep charm of the university. Under the big ginkgo tree in front of the main building is my favorite place. Such a ginkgo tree seems to appear in a fairy-tale dream, and he looks at the people enjoying the cool like an old man. I used to sit quietly in a daze on the stone bench under the tree for a long time, watching leisurely pigeons and magpies; I once chatted aimlessly with my good friends here, and suddenly I found a toddler swaying ... Every time I came here, I was happy, and my mouth would inadvertently rise, remembering my former comfort.

The impression about last autumn is the dribs and drabs we collected in the campus when we were studying photography. The campus in the lens is a bit strange, and we really live in it. During the day, I like to ride a folding bicycle on the path, breathing the breath of sea breeze blowing in the distance; I like the quiet after the gale, and on the night with the moon, I step on the thick ginkgo leaves covered with the whole road; I like to go through the Woods where magpies are hidden, climb Niujiao Mountain and stare at the maturity of the autumn campus in the distance.

when it comes to avoiding the cold, the big classroom in the octagonal building comes to mind first. Maybe the sunshine likes it here, too, or how could it spread a little precious warmth in winter here? Sunlight not only reflects its spaciousness, but also depicts its antiquity. There is no way to know how many people have attended classes here and how many people have enjoyed the sunshine here, but there will certainly be many people who miss the warmth here like me. The polished and shiny desktop recorded its history, but could not tell its story. Holding a cup of hot tea, taking out the books that I brought, and indulging in my own time, I gradually forgot what season and where I was.

Campus should never be a simple splicing of buildings, nor should it be a simple transfer of knowledge. Its tree, flower and stone should all have their own stories and different stories. This is not only a place where we study, but also a place where we keep our youth, and it is an eternal memory that stays in the depths of our hearts. 2. my beginning and ending

what kind of beginning and ending do you need? What kind of composition is

used in? How about this? I'll give you several different ones.

friendship begins: the friendship of modern people is very strong and fragile. It is a treasure on earth, and we need to cherish it.

the untransferability of friendship determines that it is an orphan book. We can have different friendships with different people, but we won't have different friendships with the same person.

Friendship is a tunnel dug deeper and deeper, and there is no turning back. Unforgettable friendship is as unforgettable as hatred. Ending: What will remain in the history books is not the penny-pinching interests, but the mutual affection. Honest communication with friends will keep us sensitive to the true feelings, erase the clouds from our eyes and make our mood cheerful again.

the beginning of unity: every time I hear the song "unity is strength", I always feel a lot of emotion, especially after the XX incident, and the experience is even more profound: a drop of water is insignificant, it will disappear when it seeps into the soil, but it will converge into a river but it will never stop flowing. Just like us, in the face of many difficulties, a person is always weak and unable to do anything, but when we unite, we can create countless miracles.

tolerance begins: tolerance is the supreme virtue in human life. Because tolerance contains the human mind, because tolerance can transcend everything, because tolerance needs a broad heart.

Because tolerance is the most important part of human emotion, this emotion can melt the frost in my heart. And the lack of tolerance will make the personality degenerate from greatness to even the ordinary.

End: Life is often complicated and dull. It is precisely because tolerance is like water that the numerous and complicated things become pure after filtering; It is precisely because tolerance is like fire that the dullness becomes more and more distinct through calcination; It is because of this poetic tolerance that life is endowed with art and eternity.

the beginning of understanding: understanding is like a cup of tea, which dilutes the misunderstanding between us; Understanding is like a spring breeze, blowing away the ice that separates the world; Understanding is like a cold plum, which indicates the warmth of the soul coming to spring; Forgiveness is a rainbow, which makes the emotions that never meet shine. At the end: the deceased is like this, and the waves of history have washed away the grievances of the dynasty. Today, there is neither a hegemon nor a majestic king; We are pursuing unity, forge ahead, harmony and equality. We should also keep that serenity and emptiness alone, show people understanding with every sentence and no expression, and cooperate with people to communicate with understanding.

Grasp understanding, and society will progress; Grasp understanding, and mankind will have wealth. Understanding begins: understanding is the crystallization of friendship; Understanding is a flower from trust; Understanding is the aura of caring between people.

It can turn misunderstanding into a small flaw embellishing beauty. In society, people's mutual understanding can make this home that everyone has more prosperous and stable. Conclusion: I believe that one day misunderstanding can become a beautiful flower, because it is watered by understanding! Share the beginning: lonely life, who will listen to the sound in your heart? Looking to the future, who will appreciate the wonderful things in your eyes? The mountains are green and the water is ying ying, playing a song "high mountains and flowing water", shaking the mountains and stirring up the waves.

So Yu Boya and Zhong Ziqi * * * appreciate this encounter and know each other. It is enough to have a bosom friend in life! Conclusion: Sharing is a kind of universal love. If you learn to share, you will learn to live.

Sharing is a kind of depth of thought. While thinking deeply, you share the pain of your friends. Sharing is a belief in life. When I understand sharing, I understand the meaning of existence.

Happy sharing, painful commitment. When you share with others, you shoulder a heavy responsibility.

Make him happier, let all the pain slip away, and let the sunshine fill your heart. The beginning of collective interest: what is the concept of collective? The collective is a team. The so-called unity means caring for the collective, loving the collective and returning to the collective. Here I will talk about,,,,, and the end: Because of this, we must unite and unite, because we are a collective.,,,,, and the return begins: (1) The grass is blooming, which is the grass returning to spring; Flowers are colorful, that is, flowers are returning sunshine; Snow is a thousand miles away, and that's Cher returning the north wind.

Life is beautiful because of reward. (2) The green leaves release themselves heartily, setting off the lotus flowers and squeezing out the shade. Although no one appreciates them, they finally wither and die, but they believe that next summer will still be full of green.

Snow endures deep loneliness and protects crops with its own body. Although it finally melts into water, it doesn't regret it, because farmers will smile. Mei, facing the wind and snow, is alone. Although it can't change the silence of the surrounding environment, it firmly believes that the first news of spring and the colorful all loves are its best reward.

(3) In the hustle and bustle of the crowd, I heard a voice, the voice of an angel. Good people always have good dreams, and there is always a reward for their efforts. Ending: The world always hopes that the world will give itself much in return, but ignores how much it has paid for the world.

the invisible big scale between heaven and earth is fair to everyone, and only when you pay will you get something back. Just as a song sings: there is justice in the world, and there is always a reward for paying; It's better to do what you say than to do, and to do what you want to do is to do the best ... Only when we make ourselves pay and do our best can our life be better.

The beginning of gratitude: The fallen leaves hover in the air, composing a grateful movement, which is the gratitude of the tree to the earth that nourishes it; Baiyun is floating in the blue sky, painting touching pictures, which is Baiyun's gratitude to the blue sky that nurtured it. Because of gratitude, there will be this colorful society, and because of gratitude, there will be sincere friendship.

Because of gratitude, we know the true meaning of life. With a grateful heart, look at society, parents and relatives, and you will find how happy you are. Let go of your mind and let the drizzle wash away the pollution of your heart. Learn to be grateful, because it will make the world better and life more fulfilling.

The beginning of collective warmth: Uncle Lei Feng once said: A drop of water will never dry up unless it is put into the sea, and a person can be most powerful only when he integrates himself with the collective cause. At the end: "a small tree is hard to weather;" A hundred miles of forest can withstand the howling wind. "

let's take the initiative to care about the collective, be enthusiastic about doing things for the collective, and serve the collective sincerely! Teacher-student relationship begins: there is a most beautiful profession. 3. About the beginning and end of my composition < P > Do you know me? I have big watery eyes, a beautiful nose and a glib mouth under my nose. I like singing, painting, standing on the stage with a sense of accomplishment, playing the piano, trying all new things and being simple.

Since I was a child, I was obedient because of my mother's strict discipline. All my elders who met me praised me as an obedient and sensible boy. At home, however, I am very lively, I love to laugh, I like watching TV, I laugh and curse, and I have no scruples. At school, I talk a lot, and the sea is blowing; Sometimes I was laughed at by a gentleman's quip, which made me feel relaxed and relaxed.

I am timid. I remember once my mother and I met my uncle at the station. On the way, my mother settled me down and said hello when I saw my uncle. I saw my uncle at the station, but I couldn't say it. Mother greeted her at once and said, "Don't take it amiss." Another time, my parents went out at night and left me alone at home. After mom and dad left, I went to bed outside. Somehow, the sky seemed to be deliberately against me. It rained, but I didn't dare to sleep. At this moment, suddenly there was a purring sound outside, and I thought to myself, Oh, my God, the thief is coming. So, I huddled in the quilt and didn't dare to move. After a while, the noise outside stopped, so I got up the courage to come out and have a look. Alas, it turned out that the water dispenser was at work. I just go to sleep safely. Not long after, suddenly the doorbell rang outside the door. Oh, the thief really came. I was shivering under the covers, and my mother's voice came from outside: "Open the door quickly, your father and I are wet." Oh, it's mom and dad. When I opened the door, I looked pale and sweaty. My mother asked me what was wrong. I said nothing. If I told them, I would laugh at me.

This is me, a timid XX who likes singing, drawing and playing the piano. Wonderful beginning and ending of writing

Wonderful ending 1. If the blackboard is the vast sea, then the teacher is a sailor at sea.

at the moment when * * * sounded, you paddled the textbook moored in the harbor like a ship with the staff whip as a pulp. On the desk, the problems are piled up like a reef. Your gestures are vivid like a flying bird, waving a beautiful arc on the platform-the ship passes through ... There is no cloud floating in the sky, just like your bright heart, which is lofty.

2. Hope comes from disappointment, and rising begins with worry. As a poet said, those who feel hungry must digest well, those who feel urgent must be efficient, and those who feel crisis must make rapid progress. 3. Don't wander under the tree, don't meditate in the rain, and don't cry in the dark.

Look ahead, don't look back, as long as you have the courage to face it and look up, you will find that the haze of scores is just a short rainy season. Looking ahead, there is still a bright day, which will not make people feel confused.

4. The soft sunshine hangs obliquely on the branches and leaves of the pines and cypresses, which looks so quiet and solemn. The green lawn and the white cement road are dignified, and the footsteps are so light, but everyone's hearts are so excited and thoughts are surging. 5. The ocean of life is not like Xizi Lake with rippling blue waves. With the passage of time, it is sometimes as calm as a mirror, sometimes the waves splash, and sometimes the waves soar into the sky ... People tend to become stronger after being tested by strong winds and waves.

6. When you are immersed in the warm wind, birds and flowers, green mountains and green waters, and fertile fields, you will be intoxicated. When you face the golden autumn season, which is as golden as silver and fruitful, you will be delighted. Have you ever thought that the abundant spring scenery is heroic after severe cold baptism, but the beautiful scenery of autumn is the crystallization after melting in the hot summer?

7. If you want to harvest fruits in golden autumn, you should roll up your trouser legs in early spring when the chill invades people, and make unremitting efforts to pioneer, sow and cultivate until the day of harvest. 8. Life is a winding path in the mountains, with bumps and cliffs on the side.

If you fall, cry if you want. What are you afraid of? Don't pretend! This is frankness, not weakness, because crying does not affect the road, but it can add a sense of caution. The mountain flowers are gorgeous and the scenery is pleasant. If you are intoxicated, smile happily, don't pretend to be reserved! This is frankness, not pride, because a smile does not affect the road, but can increase confidence.

9. Time is always like the spun yarn passing through your fingertips, slipping away inadvertently. Those sorrows and misuses of the past have faded away gently with the waves, and the joy and smiles left behind will last forever in the depths of memory.

1. Time is a poem with rich philosophy. Time is a camel, carrying the dreams of countless people. 11. The fate of a ship lies in drifting; The fate of sails lies in chasing the wind and waves; The fate of life lies in grasping, grasping and believing in life can make you young and innocent.

12. The past is like a song. In the journey of life, despite the ups and downs and regrets, the beauty of youth has not been lost. Believe in yourself, there is always hope, let's remember that sentence: I don't cry if I miss the sun, no