Xinlu composition

In study, work and life, many people have written compositions. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is the mental journey composition I collected for you. Welcome to read the collection.

My peas are still growing tall. Look at them and count it again: hey, I've been with them for more than a month.

When I opened the five flavors memory book, a warm current came to my mind and echoed for a long time. The hopeful mood of planting seeds in the soil from the beginning; Then a small bud, I am ecstatic, dancing; So far, I am proud of growing a fresh and tender leaf, which is extremely gratifying; From the shame of forgetting to water the seedlings to the sad mood of a bean seedling dying. In the memory book, there are infinitely beautiful shots. My heart was touched again.

When a person sows the seeds of hope in the soil, he will start a brand-new course, a difficult course, and this person is me. On that day, when I planted seeds, I made a simple wish to the blue sky: I hope my peas can grow up quickly! From that day on, I turned a new page in my life and started my own adventure.

First of all, God tests my caring ability. Every day the sun is so fierce that the water I poured on the peas will soon dry up, so I will water the seedlings several times to make them feel better. I know that the sun is an examiner sent by God to test me. I will take good care of it. In the next few days, it rained in Mao Mao, and the sun examiner didn't come. I thought the exam was over, I began to be absent-minded, and I drank less and less water ... Who knows, this is also a test given to me by God. I failed. God ruthlessly confiscated a small sapling. No, I should kill Miao. I used to love her, but now I'm a ruthless killer. From this, I know that I have a good responsibility to Vivi, and I want to be conscious.

God criticized me in another way, which benefited me a lot. My heart is very sour and sad. But I know that God still has tests waiting for me, and I should take up my responsibilities again and move on. Next, I must learn a lesson and protect the seedlings.

This is an unforgettable mental journey. Vivi, I love you forever!

Before the summer vacation, Mr. Wu assigned editing tasks to seven students, and I participated in them. In fact, at first, I was quite confident. After all, I learned it. However, on the first day of the assignment, I delayed the entire editorial team.

July 1 1, according to Mr. Wu's arrangement, the editing task will start from now on, but I am very happy in Guyuan at this time. When I turned on the computer at night to edit the file, I found that the editing workload was so heavy!

It's over! It is too late! I really regret not taking it to heart. It's too late to edit now, it's past 9 pm! Disappointment, regret, unwillingness and sadness come to mind together, and then instantly turn into tears, like a broken bead across the face. Alas! What's the use of crying? After cooling down for a few minutes, I got up the courage to send a message to Mr. Wu. Teacher Wu temporarily asked me to make an official WeChat account these two days, and didn't say anything about me. However, this is what I fear most.

That night, I stayed up all night.

When I got home on the third day, I made all the preparations before I dared to pick up my mobile phone and contact the teacher. On the third day, I started my official editing task. I have been busy from 10 in the morning to 10 in the evening, but after working for so long, the official account of WeChat is not so satisfactory. I keep in touch with Mr. Wu from afternoon to evening. Never understood, and then gradually operated. Every step is so difficult. I put down my pride in learning ahead of time and began to learn from my teachers and classmates with an open mind.

Editing still has a long way to go, and I need to work hard bit by bit. This special mental journey has given me more inspiration and motivation.

Today is Saturday, and it is also the first Saturday of the new semester. During this week, I tasted three different flavors in my heart.

difficult

As soon as school started, when I learned that our fourth grade was divided into classes again, my heart was bitter again, and my heart was full of nostalgia and reluctance for the previous classes. What I can't accept most is that my favorite teacher, Miss Zhou, became the head teacher of Class 5 (2), but I was assigned to Class 5 (3). Faced with such a result, I was stupid, blinded and wanted to cry. But I know that nothing can be changed. I decided to settle down and accept the fact.

sweet

In Class 5 (3) these days, I met new teachers, new classmates and new deskmates. At this moment, my mood is not as lost as before, but excited, happy and curious, just like the feeling of putting a My Sweetie candy in my mouth for the first time when I was a child.

Our head teacher is a math teacher. Her surname is Lu. Although she looks a little fat, she looks very approachable. The Chinese teacher is a famous Xia teacher in our school. She looks very young, just like our elder sister. After a week of getting along, I fell in love with these two teachers.

ferment

Because it is a new class in the new semester, the teacher wants to re-elect the class cadre, so he decided to hold the class cadre election at the class meeting on Friday to make the students who want to be class cadres ready. I also took part in this movement. I remember that day very clearly. After my campaign speech, most of the people who voted for me were classmates who knew me in my former class. Although I finally ran for the squad leader with a slight advantage, my heart was as sour as swallowing a green plum. I think, maybe my classmates can't fully understand me now, so recognize me! I will try my best to make you all like me in the future.

I think we are still happy to be divided into classes. Because of the placement, I have so many different feelings; Because of the placement, I have more classmates; Because of the placement, my primary school life is colorful

Four years of primary school seems to have passed in a blink of an eye.

In the first day of junior high school, facing new teachers and classmates, it is natural that I am not used to being afraid, because fear also makes my learning road rugged and difficult. I have been timid since I was a child, and the new teacher is obviously much stricter, not as gentle as the kindergarten teacher. This situation makes me more afraid, afraid of going to school and being criticized by teachers. It's so sad to think about it now.

In the second grade, I became more courageous and lively. I began to work hard to overcome my inner fear of the teacher and bravely answer the teacher's questions. This year, I have good friends, my academic performance is stable in the forefront of my class, and I have begun to taste the sweetness of learning, which is why I classify my study life in Grade Two as "sweet".

In the third year, Chinese and math teachers are new, and English and science are also added, so there are more teachers. I seem to have returned to the fear of the first grade, afraid that the new science is not good, but later, with the guidance and efforts of the teacher, my self-confidence came back. This year, I learned that nothing is difficult to learn.

The fourth year, that is, the year I am studying now, that is, the fourth grade that is coming to an end. By the fourth grade, the teachers of Chinese, mathematics and science had changed, but I was used to it and was no longer afraid. I have been able to face new things bravely. The difficulty, depth and breadth of the knowledge I have learned in this year have changed, which is a new challenge for me psychologically and academically, just like sea water, with a little salt in the bitterness.

In my eyes, childhood is beautiful and short. I hope time can go slowly, let me savor the various flavors of life slowly, and let my childhood dreams come true.

Antigone is an ancient Greek script. By mistake, I actually read this book and was deeply attracted by it.

Before I opened antigone, I only knew that antigone was a stubborn woman, and I was still wondering how such a character could write a book without listening to others' persuasion.

With the opening of every page, I gradually found that antigone was so "stubborn" for a reason: I felt a little sad to see my own brother abandoned in the wilderness. How can antigone, who believes in the gods, sit back and watch? Knowing that this will lead to death, at the beginning of the story, she has buried Polonius. Although she was brave enough to do so, I couldn't help but have the same question as her sister Ismaini: Is it worthwhile for antigone to die voluntarily for her brother's funeral?

Worth it. It's worth it After reading the whole book, I really understood what antigone really thought: her father, mother and two brothers had all died in the war, which brought her endless grief. People who stay in the world, whether uncle Kerion or sister Ismail, have different ideas from her and can't understand her difficulties. Therefore, antigone compared herself to Naiobi, the goddess who lost seven children, to show loneliness. In order to live up to God and the spirit of her brother Polynices, she would rather die than bury her brother's body, because there is nothing to worry about in this world. Antigone would rather die gloriously than live humbly. She sticks to what she thinks is right and never breaks her word.

Antigone is no longer the stubborn woman, but a heroine who knows the truth.

After watching antigone, my brain seems to have been washed and refreshed. Antigone can become a immortal book, not because of its gorgeous rhetoric, but because of antigone's noble qualities: courage and tenacity, not following the crowd, never going back on our word, unyielding and resolute. And I, no matter what I do, always think of antigone, reminding me to be a better person.

Lonely night, quietly leaning against the window, looking up at the stars in the sky, revealing their dazzling light, I wonder, where is my star in the sky?

Lying quietly in the bedroom, facing the cold walls around, calling his name loudly, I wonder who knows this name? The empty voice echoed in my ears, and I only felt endless emptiness in my heart.

Wandering alone in the street, thin body crowded in the crowd. Standing on the street in confusion, it seems that all the noise has been condensed, and the endless crowds come and go around you, while I stand quietly and stare at the crowds coming and going.

Standing on the rooftop, feeling the touch of the breeze, the shock of the strong wind, full of joy, feeling the moisture brought by the wind, feeling the story brought by the wind.

Standing on the rooftop, I often fantasize that I can hold the sky in my arms, kiss her smiling face, feel her unpredictable body temperature and let each other's hearts touch each other.

Sitting in the car, looking at the scenery outside the car through the glass, I feel that time has passed in a hurry, as if I had just arrived. Looking at the busy people outside the car, I wonder what I will do in the future.

Whenever the cold wind blows, I meet him. Because I know those poor people who cringe in the cold wind.

Walking in the fields in late autumn, watching farmers harvest their own fruits, their faces are filled with smiles. Fruit is bought by farmers with sweat, but can their own "fruit" be bought with sweat?

On June 1 day, I watched my parents walk into the amusement park holding their children by the hand. I found that my parents haven't held my hand for a long time! !

When I came to my dying grandfather and held his cold hand, I wanted to transfer the heat of my body to him and hold his hand tightly. I knew it was too late.

Thinking of dying like my grandfather, where else in the world can I leave my footprints besides my own bones?

Looking at bloody war photos, I don't feel terrible. Because I have understood the so-called war.

Thinking about what I would do if my parents divorced, young?

I hope I can lie on the green grass, lean against a tall tree, look up at the blue sky, breathe the fresh air, feel the warmth of the sun, think nothing, just sleep quietly for a while.

With the growth of age, how many people are still sticking to their original dreams and pursuits? On the way of chasing dreams, some people have given up their dreams because of the hardships of the journey, and some people have changed their dreams one after another. Some people stick to their original dreams, no matter how many difficulties and puzzles there are in the process of pursuing their dreams, as well as the incomprehension and cynicism of the world. Never had the idea of giving up. Such a person may eventually succeed, and may eventually lose everything, but in the pursuit and running all the way, such a person must be successful. At least he pursued his dream and left no regrets for his life.

Chasing the original dream, never giving up, not to achieve much, but to realize the original Li Xiang in my heart, but gradually, I found that the dream in my heart is so close and so far away. As close as a dream, as far as the horizon, it seems that it will never arrive. No matter how hard you work and how persistent you are, there will always be a little deficiency. It was this little bit that made me give up my original dream.

Slowly, I finally found that not everything will succeed as long as I work hard, and not all questions have the same answer. Therefore, to live every day well, there is no need to ignore the happiness in today's hands for the unknown tomorrow, devote yourself to taking care of yourself inside and outside, and defend its waves with your own surprises.

Depend on the sky, rely on people, rely on the sky and rely on ancestors. No one can be trusted.

Backers will fall, anyone will run, parents will grow old, and no one can rely on themselves. Even in difficult situations, we should always remind ourselves that we must rely on ourselves.

On one occasion, when I was sorting things out, I accidentally turned out the photos of my childhood. Looking at those photos, I can't help falling into memories. ...

Everyone will want to laugh when they see this photo. How can a child have such an expression? Of course, this photo was taken when I was 2 years old. At that time, my father was tempting me with my favorite mints. Of course, I am too greedy! I've been staring at the candy for fear of being eaten by others. I looked at the candy as if to say, "Come here and let me eat you!" " "Until now, even I can't help laughing when I see this photo. Now I think of the idiot at that time and the happy and relaxed life at that time. I really miss it.

This second photo was of course taken when I was 7 years old. That summer vacation, my father took me to Yantai to play. Although I was a "landlubber" at that time, my passion for water was not small at all. Seeing such a vast sea for the first time since I was a child, I was very excited and couldn't wait to get into the water. Of course, I learned to swim here. Remember to catch two flounders and put them in a mineral water bottle in case they get away. When I went out to the hotel, I found that both fish had turned over their stomachs. I was in a hurry, so I caught a fish and gave it artificial respiration. As a result, the fish was hopeless, but it made my mouth fishy for several days.

The handsome guy in the third photo is of course me! At this time, I 13 years old, grew up mature and steady, but my playful character will never change. This is my birthday. Seeing a small slide, I climbed up and wanted to slide down. From this photo, you can guess what happened next! Yes, I suddenly got stuck in the middle of sliding. Alas! This is the disadvantage when I grow up. I can't play freely as I did when I was a child, but my childlike innocence will not change anyway. I will live happily as a child forever.

Growth is the only way for everyone. As time goes on, some things will change and some will not. I believe that in my future growth, my childlike innocence will never change, and I will keep going along this road of life, farther and farther, wider and wider. ...

Mental journey composition 9 "There is a child" is very successful, and I like it myself. However, because it is so beautiful, it has almost become a routine. I found it was too late. I tried to change it many times, but I couldn't change it.

Before writing today, Teacher Duan found me: "There is a child" is really successful, but you must remember that you can't always follow this routine. "Teacher Duan's words woke me up.

I seriously thought about what I wanted, but there was no result.

A person's life is short. If you enjoy yourself and play tricks, where is the reason to pursue poetry and distance? How do you realize your dream?

What should I do now?

My dream is to be an architect. I know I should pursue it all my life.

There is a classmate named Jin in our class. She, no matter what she does, has a goal and knows what she wants to do, what she can do and what she should do. Therefore, she always gets the first place in the exam. I asked her what time she went to bed, and the surprising answer was: "Twelve o'clock."

I was very, very surprised. We sleep at one o'clock every day and can't surpass her.

I can think about it, but I'm relieved. She always knows what its goal is and acts effectively for it.

I have goals, I have determination, but I must learn from her in action.

Writing here, I put down my heart, no, I sank my heart-I set out tenaciously for what I was looking forward to and waiting for!

Come on, Yingjie!

I was disappointed that I failed to write a satisfactory composition many times. I want to use this article to motivate myself to move forward. Maybe my composition is not good either, but I need it to be clear.

-P.S.

Mental journey composition 10 I still remember that summer in XX, and we entered the perfect 10 class with a vision. From the first step into this class, our junior high school life has officially set sail.

On the first day of school, xu teacher, the head teacher, told us, "Everyone in our class is a perfect member of the class. We should strive for the title of perfect 10 class and truly achieve perfection.

At the sports meeting held in our school on June+10, 5438, our class United and won the first place. At the same time, my class can also get quite good results in the school exams. For example, in the final exam, our class scored an average score in mathematics. After half a year's efforts, we won the first place in the whole region. In the school rankings, the results of our class are also far ahead.

In fact, the perfect 10 class in everyone's eyes is always flawed. Just a few months ago, the biology teacher in our class cried because of our bad attitude. We can always take other classes seriously, but we don't pay much attention to biology class. In class, we do whatever we want and often play jokes on our teachers. Few people prepare what the teacher asks us to prepare. When we called her cruel in front of the teacher, she finally couldn't stand it. Our feud over the past few months suddenly broke out. This makes us panic, because we never thought that a few jokes were disrespectful to the teacher, which made us feel very guilty.

We always behave badly in discipline, and xu teacher has taught us several times. During the self-study class and lunch break, our class is always noisy, and the Commission for Discipline Inspection can't manage it well, which makes xu teacher very angry and disappointed with us. Because it makes us no longer a perfect 10 class.

Life in junior high school is both bitter and sweet. I hope all freshmen can adapt to junior high school life as soon as possible. Perfect 10 class, come on!

Mental journey composition 1 1 the handle of the small umbrella falls off; The white shirt of childhood has been washed yellow by years; Old photos of childhood, the smile is still bright and clear. In an instant, I grew up and my troubles followed. The days of innocence are long gone. ...

Naive little girl, wearing a lovely flowered skirt, sitting on a gorgeous merry-go-round, holding sweet cotton candy in her hand, laughing at her parents not far away ... But these innocent memories of childhood have faded, dispersed and gone with the passage of time.

The carefree days are gone from me. For me now, those days are just memories.

I don't know when I became a little rebellious. I owe my parents so much. They worked hard to raise me, but I became more and more ignorant. Before, when I came home, I would laugh and shout, "Mom, I'm home!" " ! "Then, go to your room to do your homework. Now, I just walk into the room with a cold face and habitually pick up the remote control to watch TV. Look at the time of eating, finish eating, and then do your homework, so you have to do it at eight o'clock every day. It was a good result, but it gradually regressed, which made them disappointed in me again and again. I am so heartless!

Now, I have understood their good intentions, and I don't want to go any further. I don't want to face them with such deep guilt when I grow up. I can't bear to see their cold eyes again. They've done so much for me. How can I bear to make them worry about me again?

It's only half a year before graduation, and I should also think about my future. I can't ignore my parents' expectations like this anymore. On the road of growing up, I was confused and struggled, and moved from childish to a little mature.

Once, I longed to grow up and always hoped that time would pass faster and faster. Now, I hope that time will always be fixed in beauty.

As the sun sets, I walk along the forest path, and the street lamp reflects my lonely shadow, and my thoughts drift away-I can't bear to part with those people, things and beauty when I was a child. ...

Mental journey composition 12 Many times I think I can be strong, I can stop crying, I can, I can face all setbacks calmly. But now I realize that I am not as strong, independent and dependent as I thought.

When my mother scolded me for my poor grades, I suddenly felt homeless. Very strong, because a long time ago, I abandoned myself in the wind. Now I am not the real me, I am just a wandering soul. One person, from beginning to end.

I cried on New Year's Eve, although it was only five minutes. But the whole family fell silent. On New Year's Day, I went out alone very early. Declining alleys, the old concrete floor covered with a layer of red, as if you can see the lively firecrackers last night. But now it's quiet, so quiet that no one has ever existed. I took some clothes and went back to my hometown alone. Of course, I have already told my mother. But when I went back, I found that I was there like an invisible man.

A terrible year.

Sometimes, tears are a magnifying glass of pain. Things that are obviously insignificant become insignificant because of tears.

When I was in the second grade, I did a lot of housework that I didn't usually do. My shoulders are sore at night and I can't sleep. My tears fell again, and I was still alone in the long night. It's easiest to see your loneliness on a night without moonlight. I don't know if it's tears or ... my shoulder is getting more and more painful. At that moment, I really understood that tears are the most useless things. So at that moment, I secretly decided that I would never let myself shed a tear in the new year.

I met several childhood friends in grade three. Others are talking in Kan Kan, but I am getting more and more silent. Some people say I'm getting smarter, but I know I have nothing to say! There is no reason to speak, no excuse to meet. I don't know whether I am getting farther and farther away from them or they are getting farther and farther away from me, but as time goes on, we unconsciously become the most familiar strangers.

Difficult, can time really take everything away, including feelings that I once thought could last forever?

In the fourth grade, I chose a person to be in a daze, because the excitement is theirs and the silence is my own. I don't need to break the rules. It's just that I can't look up at the blue sky and bow my head, only my lonely shadow. Suddenly, I can't see the colors I think now.

So, where is my future?

To tell the truth, people will experience all kinds of things, big and small, from small to large. Of course, I was angry, happy and bitter. But after thinking about it, compare other people's life experiences. I think my life, at least so far, is relatively smooth and happy.

I came into contact with love earlier, so I learned to associate with people and the opposite sex. I also knew the bitterness and sweetness of love early, and I knew that giving is not necessarily rewarding, and that love is not necessarily as perfect as a fairy tale. I entered boarding school early, so I learned to solve and face some problems independently, to deal with people from different family backgrounds, and to learn that not everyone is so friendly. In the process of experience, I may have been sad, moved, afraid or happy. During this period, I met many people and met many things, but afterwards, I feel that all the ups and downs in the past are not necessarily bad things. It taught me to grow, and made me grow better and faster.

We are growing at every stage. Entering the university, I seem to have changed a lot unconsciously, becoming more cheerful, optimistic and positive. Now I am 20 years old and have been in college for two years. I will enter my junior year before I know it. Think about it really soon. After two years of college life, I have matured a lot psychologically. In college, we have more time and opportunities to meet friends from all over the world. I am popular, so I have many friends. In fact, many people are just nodding acquaintances. After all, there are very few people who can really talk.

In this world, some people may be ambitious and want to show their strengths, while others live a lazy life. In my opinion, the result is very important and the experience is also very important. You should know how to understand life. There are three realms in life: cognition, cognition, communication, cognition, cognition, innovation and communication. What a high realm! However, the most expensive word is "enlightenment".

Mental journey composition 14 everyone has been frivolous and ignorant, but after years of precipitation, they will become mature and stable.

I remember just entering the second grade, it was the rebellious period of adolescence, and I felt that the whole world was against me. Get along well with teachers at school and talk back to parents at home. Life, like this every day, is boring. A math quiz suddenly came, but during that time, math class only talked about some small things, so I didn't know anything. When I was at a loss, an evil angel kept saying in my ear, "Since I can't do anything, I'd better hand in a blank sheet of paper." Another angel of justice immediately retorted, "Even if you can't, dare to do it. Just work hard next time. " The evil angel stepped forward and had a fight with the righteous angel. In the end, the evil angel won, so I impulsively handed in a blank sheet of paper.

Then, as expected, my parents were called over and I didn't know what to say. I thought I would be scolded when I got home. However, when I got home, my mother was watching TV on the sofa, and she was somewhat absent-minded. Father smoked one cigarette after another, and the sound of lighters kept coming to my ears. They don't seem to want to talk, but they are embarrassed.

After a while, my father said, "What do you want to eat?" I was puzzled at first, and then I said, "Whatever." Dad got up, cooked me a bowl of noodles, put it next to me and said, "Eat while it's hot." I took the noodles and saw that I began to eat. My father left with confidence. Suddenly I didn't know what I was thinking. I choked up and tears fell silently. I can't bear it any longer. I walked up to them, lowered my head and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry." Mom was about to speak. But my father interrupted me and said, "It's okay, we don't blame you. Hurry up and do your homework. " I returned to my room in a trance, leaned my head on the desk, and tears fell down in disappointment. I wish they could scold me. It's better than this. They always tolerate me like this. No matter what I do wrong, I will never abandon or give up. That night, I did my homework with extra care and heated the bath water for my parents. I've been studying hard these days, and I'm racing against time every night.

Think about how stupid I was at that time, always doing things without thinking. What I want to cherish more is my parents' selfless love for me, and I must repay it well.