Good or bad composition

In daily study, work or life, everyone writes a composition, which people use to achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following is my lucky and unfortunate composition for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Throughout ancient and modern times, there are many examples of people who have achieved great things being favored by luck. People who imitate them mistakenly think that luck will lead to success, from burning incense and praying for Buddha to forwarding it to koi fish for good luck. At present, the situation is getting worse. How to treat the relationship between luck and misfortune must be put on the table for you and me to think together.

Luck is actually an extremely fragile existence. Those who pursue luck excessively only embark on the opposite road and wander in the abyss of misfortune; Too lucky reduces everyone's tolerance for misfortune and raises the threshold of feeling lucky to the point of ignoring small luck, which is another kind of misfortune. Luck and misfortune go hand in hand, and luck will last and be solid only in misfortune.

The story of a blessing in disguise is familiar, revealing luck is an accident. Even if a moment's luck can influence the current situation, we should not be careless. After all, it is a blessing and a curse. The contradiction between luck and misfortune has been wrestling for a long time, maintaining a delicate balance. Any tilt is a disaster.

Destiny's green eyes will not throw themselves at "giants in language and dwarfs in action". Fortunately, meeting unexpectedly is an important factor, not a decisive factor. After all, all the famous ministers and generals in the past dynasties left their names in history with their own literary talents. Diligence brings strength, and luck comes from the accumulation of diligence. Pursuing luck is the opposite choice, a superstition of luck, and the beginning of pushing yourself to misfortune.

Too lucky is another kind of misfortune. The good luck that comes with it is both honey and arsenic. Immersed in the lucky ocean of Hai Wang, how can you find yourself in a sea of misery? In the long run, people stay in the fairy tale world for too long, lose their psychological defense against misfortune, and will be hurt more deeply by misfortune. After all, no one can say who will come first, luck and misfortune. At least we can't forget that they are always sudden.

If there is a lucky person in the world who is an insulator of misfortune, happiness will still deteriorate day by day, and the lack of observation of happiness is a deeper misfortune. In daily life, luck and misfortune are intertwined, which constitutes a distinct change in the unity of life. Details bring us little luck and make our lives happier. Rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, calligraphy, piano, chess and poetry.

Only by cherishing luck can we see through misfortune. Life is a dance in chains. How many poets wrote famous works when mountains and rivers were broken? The country is unfortunate and the poet is lucky. Ordinary people living in contemporary times are almost the luckiest generation in history. With the prosperity of economy and the rapid development of science and technology, the world is changing almost every day. However, isn't this kind of luck created by people struggling for a better world in misfortune in the last century? In misfortune, an unfortunate fighting spirit broke out and my long-standing luck was tempered.

Fear the impermanence of life, but don't tie your hands and feet. Although the road is blue, it is lucky to be lucky to move forward.

Composition 2 Fortunately and unfortunately, growing up is like a journey of climbing mountains and wading, stepping all over Qian Shan, walking through the ends of the earth, and sometimes enjoying the peace of the sea; Sometimes it is cloudy and turbulent; Sometimes you can experience colorful mountains; But sometimes it is ups and downs, as thrilling as the peak turns. It can be as warm as fire or as cold as snow. But the waves will pass and the mountains will be behind us.

Before grade three, I can hear my heart singing every day: I know my future is not a dream, and I live every minute carefully. At that time, I was young and frivolous, and I did whatever I wanted. It was everywhere in my bones. Therefore, this unruly lyric floats in my classroom, room and bus every day. However, who would have thought that time is a butcher knife, which will smooth all my edges and corners?

That year was simply my darkest history in three years. Because of my stubbornness, my willfulness and my unruly temper, all my friends left, and everyone happened to coincide. However, I found myself in the room like an inflatable elephant, seemingly huge, but actually small and nowhere to be found. A friend is like an embroidery needle, which makes me shrink effortlessly. When I become a layer of rubber, there is nothing I can do. I found that I had been dressed as an omnipotent superwoman, but I faked the truth and praised my hard bones with harsh words, only to end up in such a mess. That day was not full of tears. I didn't listen in class and my grades plummeted. I thought I would win sympathy for it, I thought I would get it back, but when I woke up, I found that everything was just what I thought

However, who has not experienced youth, who has not experienced betrayal, and who has not shed a few tears? However, how many people will fall into this wrong depravity? Heinrich Mann, a German writer, once said that misfortune can provide unexpected possibilities and make people understand life. Indeed, I have lost my friendship and suffered a crushing defeat, but at this moment I can talk with a smile about things I refuse to recall. I put it down, I grew up, and I learned. I learned to converge, to bear loneliness, to respect and to tolerate. Yes, tolerance is a word I can't say. I learned, I learned, I let go of those injuries and those people. A flower and a world, a leaf and a bodhi, the Buddha told me long ago. It is precisely because I learned tolerance that I am comfortable now, or a kind of spiritual liberation, an Enron that sits alone in Jingting Mountain and never tires of watching it. In other words, tolerance is a responsibility for the past and the future.

Isn't all this a blessing in my misfortune?

Everything has its vanquisher. Life will accept the stubborn and sharp youth. Life has taught me to weigh the gains and losses, bow my head, and know that there is only one Do Min Joon and a thousand praises in the world, and none of them really belong to me, so I have to endure loneliness. When I get used to this, I know that three years of high school is a new beginning. I want to be responsible, to be responsible. These hopes still exist. Even if it is very difficult to fall into the sea, it is my responsibility. My parents' eyes are burning my burning heart. Time, traveler.

My future is not a dream that will reverberate in my heart. It's time to settle down and take responsibility.

Fortunately and unfortunately, Xiao Yan is a deaf-mute child, silent and shy, as quiet as an illusion in life. He pities every life and is kind and simple. An incomplete window that has not been opened by God is like a shadow forgotten in the corner. God sees the world with one eye and his favorite with the other. Unfortunately, salt is not. He doesn't hate it either. He is not as sensible as a child of seven or eight years old. Not sad, not happy, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him. Xiaoyan closes her eyes, which is a distressing picture. It is a lonely child who turns off the world switch. Every child is an angel, and Xiaoyan with broken wings is a deaf angel.

In a world of children who can never hear, silence is the color, sound and luster of this world, and it is the whole of this world. Silence is terrible, horrible, gloomy elevators, empty corridors, silent scenes are always accompanied by ominous signs, and it is creepy to think about it. Most importantly, there is only one person in this world. Without company, he is deprived of the ability to talk to himself because he can't hear. Loneliness is an inevitable result, but God thinks it is not enough. The love and call of relatives are all confiscated, and the companionship of friends is equivalent to sympathy and pity. In the dream, the flashing light of those eyes gradually dimmed, and I felt the abandonment of the world. Why is God so unfair?

God still holds the direction of the balance. When people with normal hearing are grateful for God's grace, it is inevitable that they will be troubled by the surrounding noise. Even people with normal hearing can't feel peace once in their lives. The hustle and bustle of the city is no longer as simple as the countryside before, where to find peace. Bad words behind your back, harsh and cruel curses, superficial words and posturing red tape are all unavoidable. You can't change your views on people and your inner resentment if you listen to them. Even at night, it is no longer pure because of the fashion of nightlife. Normal people's ears are not clean every day, and no amount of concerts can be pure.

The luck of normal people is mostly in material aspects, because the spirit lacks a peaceful paradise. Deaf children have absolute advantages in the spiritual world, but refuse to communicate with the outside world. What normal people lack is exactly what deaf children can't wait to get rid of. Creation plays tricks on people, but who says the world is not a ridiculous joke?

Why do deaf children look poor, but normal people don't feel poor, because one lives in misfortune for a long time and no longer believes in luck, while the other looks for luck in other people's misfortunes. Therefore, the former was abandoned by the world in despair, but forgot that he was abandoned by himself. The latter thinks that they own the whole world and rush to announce good news, which is all wrong. The world gave us a big problem, but we all fell down.

In fact, happiness and misfortune only depend on whether you believe it or not. Because deaf children can be angels, and normal children can break their wings.