Special topic of composition writing in senior high school

1. Two good events that can be used in composition

My name is-sometimes, I like the quiet world very much. I read and listen to music quietly by myself. Sometimes, I like the busy world very much. I play with my friends and chat with them.

This is me, sometimes quiet and sometimes lively. I like laughing and making friends. I will share my happiness with my friends humorously.

This is me, cheerful and straightforward. I like sports. I always play basketball with my parents on the balcony at home during the winter vacation. When my eyes are tired when I do my homework, I will walk around or jump rope. I also like to climb mountains and travel with my friends and parents.

This is me, I love sports. When I encounter difficulties and setbacks, I will never back down, I will face them. When I want to do something, I will try my best to do it best. This is me. I dare to climb and persevere.

When the exam is not satisfactory, I will not be depressed, I will find out my mistakes, and I will not let myself make mistakes in the same place; When other students catch up with me, I will hold my breath and study hard; But when I have questions I don't understand, I will think for myself, experiment for myself, and ask others for advice. I won't stop until I reach my goal. This is me, aggressive, unwilling to lag behind, brave to explore and get to the bottom of it.

I am a "hardcore bookworm". I like reading all kinds of books. I often forget everything as soon as I read a book, which brings me some troubles, but reading also benefits me a lot. Reading has broadened my horizons, increased my knowledge and learned a lot about life philosophy. This is me. I love reading.

I have a beautiful vision for the future: to be a mathematician and a part-time writer. I know that it is not enough to have beautiful ideals, so I will study hard now and try to learn the technology well to lay the foundation for the future.

This is me, who has ideals and strives for it. This is me. Now, do you know me? My name is-,short, round face, shiny black hair and bright eyes. When my eyes turn like two black gems, some unexpected patterns come out.

The little red mouth under the straight nose reveals two rows of white teeth like corn kernels when laughing. Isn't it cute? Usually in addition to school uniforms, I like to wear a black sportswear, which looks handsome and chic.

Because my head is big and round and my hair is short, everyone affectionately calls me a tomboy. I have many hobbies, such as painting, playing computer … these are my hobbies, but reading is my favorite.

I have read almost all the books at home and friends' homes. As long as I have time, I will eagerly pick up books to read, read and read endlessly, and enjoy myself in the ocean of knowledge.

My books are everywhere at home. As long as I have them at hand, I will read them again. Once, my mother invited me to dinner. I was addicted to the content of the book, but I didn't listen. My mother screamed a few times and got angry. Then I put down my book lazily and said slowly, "What's the hurry? Eat it. Why are you so angry? There is no harm in reading. "

Even my mother can't help me. There are many stories in my stomach now! I also have a well-known feature, which is naughty. Needless to say, I have to make my cousin cry.

One night, my mother went to the neighbor's house to talk, and my cousin came to my house to play. Then, another trick popped up in my mind.

Cousin knocked, I immediately turned off the light, put on a ghost mask and crept to open the door. When my cousin saw the door opened and there was no light in the room, she called her sister several times. No one answered, so she got up the courage, took off her shoes and went in. Suddenly I heard the cry of "ghost" and began to feel guilty. Just then, I jumped out.

In the moonlight, he vaguely saw a "ghost", and his cousin slipped and fell to the ground crying. As soon as the light came on, my cousin saw me smile and just lay on the ground and began to cry.

At this time, my mother just came back. As a result, I was beaten steadily. I had to put in a good word and apologize to my cousin with a sad face and take out all the delicious and interesting things to make him laugh.

Mom saw it and said, "That's like a brother." After listening to my introduction, would you like to make friends with me 500-word self-introduction composition Part III: Hello everyone! My name is.

I not only love sports, but also am very studious. Of course, I also have many shortcomings. I have a pair of big black eyes that are always blinking.

There is a very straight nose and a leaking mouth under the eyes. I always like to ask some childish questions. Sometimes these questions are so strange that people can't answer them.

I especially love sports, such as playing badminton, running (must be sprinting), playing basketball and playing football. I remember playing badminton as a child. I played with my father for more than two hours.

My mother was afraid that we were tired, so she advised me to say, "Stop fighting, or you will get sick." I made a face at my mother and said naughtily; "Mother's adult, my father and I are very strong. Your old man can rest assured! " Then we all laughed.

I am also very studious. I think the happiest and most meaningful thing during the holiday is to go to the bookstore.

As soon as I arrived at the bookstore, I felt like I was in an ocean of knowledge, reading every book hungrily. Sometimes I don't go home until the bookstore closes.

Let me tell you another little secret. But don't laugh at me

It was an afternoon, just after the first class, Liu Peng and I played the game of "Police Catch Thief". At first, I played the thief and he played the policeman.

When I was running in front, I accidentally scratched the wall chart that the teacher put on the lecture table, and my heart was in my throat. This time, it's terrible! But when Liu Peng grabbed me, he scraped the wall chart again, and the thin wall chart immediately broke into several pieces and floated to the ground. At this time, all the students saw it and thought it was Liu Peng who broke it.

I took the opportunity to gloat and said, "Lao Liu, you are really miserable." He also wants to cry.

Just then, the bell rang and the teacher came in. The teacher saw that the wall chart was broken and asked who made it. The students agreed that it was Liu Peng.

The teacher severely criticized him and made him stand for punishment, and I began to regret it. Although no one knows the damage.

There are not many examples of writing compositions in Chinese exams. I'm in high school now.

Senior one composition: pursue goals and life.

Because of the light in the dark, people who walk at night move on; Because there is an oasis in the desert, explorers who want to give up move on; Because there is a looming island in the distance of the vast sea, desperate sailors rekindle the spark of life and forge ahead towards the island.

I am not Nightcrawler, an explorer or a sailor. I am just an ordinary high school student, silently moving towards my goal, falling down, getting up and moving on.

Some people say that high school students should set a goal, such as getting into an ideal university. Right? Of course. But for this, I feel like a high tower, which seems out of reach. My goal should really be in front of me, so I chose the stairs leading to the top of the tower. Maybe one day, I will walk all the stairs, stand at the top of the tower and see a wider world.

My goal may be small, I just want to be at the top of my class. I only know that this little goal has been urging me to fall, stand up and keep running forward. The goal seems within reach, but it always slips away from me every time. I am constantly falling and moving forward, seriously summing up the reasons for my failure and continuing to move towards my goal. From this, I understand that the only condition to achieve my goal is hard work.

In the process of pursuing goals, failure is always inevitable; But when you get back on your feet and embark on a journey, you will be happy to find that the goal is ahead and you are closer to it. What you enjoy from it will be a happy life that others can't understand.

In my opinion, it doesn't matter whether the goal is big or small-it is also the driving force for progress. Just like the light in the dark is strong or weak, the oasis in the desert is big or small, and the islands in the sea are far or near, which will always attract you to move forward. Because at that time, they have become your goal and your lifelong pursuit.

Emerson once said, "The whole world gives way to those who pursue their goals wholeheartedly." With a goal, you will feel that the world belongs to you, just like there is a lamp in the dark, and the night is no longer helpless; With the oasis in the desert, the desert is no longer hot; There are islands in the sea, and there are vibrant seas everywhere.

With a goal, you have your own life. When you are Nightcrawler, the goal is a bright light in the dark; When you are an explorer, the goal is an oasis in the desert; When you are a sailor, the goal is an island in the sea; When you are an ordinary person, your goal is the direction of your life.

3. How to write the Wei Zexi incident in the college entrance examination composition?

Sanlu incident, gutter oil, old people falling, years of grievances ... are these the dark side of society? Of course. Can you write these? Of course I can write. However, when writing, you should follow the official views and arguments. Take the Wei Zexi incident as an example. How to write it? Write about the medical system, the government supervision is weak? Don't! Can only write that xx Company lost its conscience for the benefit, and Putian Department lost its conscience for the benefit. Give another example of whether the old man can help. What should I write? Write about social indifference and lack of trust between people.

Anyway, just write it like this, don't write controversial events. Writing about the dark side of society means writing about events reported by official media (CCTV, Xinhua News Agency, People's Daily, etc.). ), and the point of view should be consistent with them. You can read more of these official media commentator articles, which are very logical and speculative, and their views are also very positive. There is absolutely no problem in writing according to these articles.

4. Composition with events to highlight the personality of the characters (800 words, high school composition)

It's your pleasure to know me. Rao Yunyan's mantra is "It's my pleasure to know you".

But I insisted, "It's your pleasure to know me." How's it going? Taste my spicy taste! A chubby face, a pair of discolored myopia glasses on the nose, a pair of big eyes under the faint eyebrows, a short and tidy nose, a big mouth and a dustpan.

If I stare at you, I will scare you away. This is my portrait.

Sixteen years old, I am a member of the League branch of our class-actually, I know nothing about this job. However, I'm happy to serve you.

I am cheerful and have many friends. Don't worry, not friends.

We can be friends if you like. How's it going? Do you want it? I have many shortcomings, such as crying, being angry, laughing, laughing ... I am the only child in my family and my parents love me very much. Whoever wants to bully me must prepare some handkerchiefs first! Why? Wow, wow, it's good to wipe your tears when you cry! I'm an anti-bullying expert. I won't stop until I win.

I also like to fight with my classmates, jump around and often make trouble. When you are hit, you will scream, "Oh, my God!" " You are with me, which is enough for you to enjoy.

Don't just watch me cry without ambition. I am a heroine on the court.

I began to learn basketball at the age of eleven (fourth grade), and I have been the main force of the school women's basketball since the fifth grade. If you see a girl wearing a white jersey showing half an arm on the court, shout at the top of your lungs, "Spare you!" " "This is my nickname. Don't tell anyone. )

Because that girl must be me. Whistling is also my specialty.

I can play all the songs I can sing, and my voice is "loud" "Interests" will be blown up when they come, regardless of whether they affect others or not.

So, when you get along with me, you should prepare cotton in advance so that you can plug your ears. I like reading novels, such as Sanmao, Qiong Yao and Cen Kailun ... which often drives me crazy and forgets to eat and sleep.

For this reason, I suffered enough, my eyesight dropped, my study was delayed, and I was scolded by my parents and teachers. But it is precisely because of this that my composition is ideal.

Maybe in your eyes, it's just some "cat symbols", but I regard it as a treasure. In an exam in the second day of junior high school, I got 29 points on my 30-point composition, which caused a sensation in this grade and the third day (the composition was corrected by the third day teacher), and then won the second prize in the composition competition held by the county teaching and research section.

So my classmates and teachers all think that I am a "capable writer". It was these two successes that surprised me. According to my own feeling, my composition level is not that high.

Well, maybe this is a mistake! I like to wear boys' clothes, but my mother won't buy them. When I get rich, I must wear enough! I used to have men's hair, and some students called me a tomboy. In order to get rid of this "reputation", I had to grow my long hair against my will.

Hey, watch your arm when you get along with me. I like biting people's arms best. Don't call me "dog", after all, I only have two legs! I've been talking for a long time. Oh, I forgot to tell you that I speak Mandarin very well. Don't you believe me? Then I'll try it right away! After listening to this, you know me a little bit. If you want to know more, make friends! If you make friends with me, I will bring you endless happiness: bragging, chatting, amusing ... even if it is noisy, I will make you laugh.

If you are in trouble, don't forget that there is another me who helps you. Please let me know if you need anything! It's your pleasure to know me, really.

5. A narrative of about 800 words in the composition of Storm High School.

Tears, a familiar word.

But it's strange to me. It always slips out from under your eyes when you are not looking.

You can't figure it out, just like the scene in the afternoon: I am a propaganda Committee member. When I first entered this class, I didn't want to be or do anything. I just want to be a civilian in peace.

But my talent was praised by the propaganda Committee member-Jun. She recommended me to the class teacher as a propaganda Committee member. From then on, we completed the task together-a blackboard newspaper.

With our two excellent publicity members, we always shake the lead in the evaluation of blackboard newspapers. Later, we felt that no matter whether we were serious or casual, we could still win the first place.

Gradually, we become more and more lazy. Especially Yajun, ignored it.

Only I, a crow who flew from a civilian to a branch and became a phoenix, was in charge. Once, at the class Committee meeting where you were absent.

I said, "Teacher, you don't even come to the blackboard now." The teacher inadvertently said, "If she doesn't come out, you can let her go and replace her."

After the meeting, I don't know which "big mouth" class Committee tipped off and told her what the teacher said. Who knows, after she knew the news, she came to mock me and shouted, "Hum, who do you think you are?"? How could you do that? If I hadn't recommended you as a propaganda committee member, how could you be an equal propaganda committee member with me ... "At some point, she cried.

In class, the teacher saw her crying and called her out to ask her what was wrong. The moment she was called out, the students all pointed at me, stared at me and talked.

I know, that's my classmate's abuse and ridicule. After a long time, I finally waited for the bell: class is over.

I said to the teacher angrily, "teacher, I am not a propaganda Committee member, please replace me!" " I don't want to be the laughing stock of the whole class ... "The teacher criticized me angrily. I confidently said, "It's not my fault at all …" After school, when I get angry, I don't go home or eat.

Quietly thinking on my desk, thinking, the more I think, the more sad I feel. Tears fall like bells and ring in winter ... I am very sad.

Look at me like this. She cried, too. During the evening self-study, the teacher called Jun and me to the office and told us a lot calmly, which made our eyes moist.

In the teacher's words, I learned to tolerate and forgive. I made up with jun.

Tears, you let us quarrel, let us get close, let us realize what is understanding, what is tolerance and what is forgiveness.

6. High school composition, looting incident

2014,6543814, a large truck loaded with oranges in Lanzhou unfortunately rolled over. Almost all oranges are scattered on the road and in the farmland under the ramp. Nearly 100 villagers used various bags to grab oranges on the roadside, and the scene was out of control. It is reported that the police who maintained order at the scene once pulled out a gun to warn the police. On the morning of June 65438+1October 10, at the intersection of Hushan Expressway and Erguang Expressway in Wancheng District, Nanyang City, a large truck carrying apples rolled over and 20 tons of apples were scattered all over the floor. In just three hours, it was almost looted by nearby villagers, worth nearly 80 thousand yuan.

In recent years, looting incidents are common, especially when some trucks loaded with goods roll over, many people nearby staged a series of looting farce, reflecting profound social problems. When the owners are faced with huge economic losses, the onlookers not only do not help, but rob the goods, further expanding the losses of the parties. These people who rob others of their property have lost their basic qualities in the face of petty profits, which is a manifestation of the decline of social morality. At the same time, the phenomenon of looting reflects a problem of rule of law. The lack of relevant laws makes some people have nothing to fear, and the general concept of "the law does not blame the public" is undoubtedly not conducive to the justice of the law. We should constantly improve the law, and at the same time let the masses consciously safeguard the fairness of the law.

People on earth are good at living. People are inherently kind, and the evil side of human nature has been magnified in the looting incident. We should pay attention to the lack and reconstruction of social morality. Don't do it because of small goodness, and don't do it because of small evils. As a party member, we should keep the moral bottom line, strengthen self-discipline and set a good moral benchmark.

7. Write an event that makes you feel deeply. Junior high school composition is 800 words.

Everyone has many unforgettable things, but there is one thing I will never forget.

It was a summer morning, and my mother bought a cabbage from the street. At this moment, my good friend Li Ziqiang came, and my mother said, "I'll go out for a while first, and you two have fun." Then close the door. what are you playing？ I thought it was interesting to break the cabbage into pieces, so I asked Li Ziqiang to break it with me. Li Ziqiang refused, thinking it was not good. I didn't listen to his advice and soon broke the cabbage into many pieces. At this time, my mother came back, and I was utterly confused and at a loss. Hey, I got it! Why didn't I say that Li Ziqiang broke up? ! I told my mother what I thought, and then my mother told Li Ziqiang's mother. I was so nervous after making up this lie that I didn't admit my mistake to my mother until the winter vacation.

This matter has passed for a long time, but it has become a heart disease for me. I get restless at the thought of it. Conscience and morality are condemning me, which has become an eternal pain in my heart.

Everyone has many things in his life, and among them, there are always a few unforgettable things. However, I am no exception. In my long life, there is such a thing that I still remember.

One of my most unforgettable things.

When I was a child, I had a vague concept of the four seasons. I only know that spring is warm, summer is hot, autumn is cool and winter is cold. As time goes by, people grow up, and I slowly fall in love with the birds and flowers in spring; Fell in love with the fun in the swimming pool and the stimulation of ice cream in summer; I fell in love with making snowmen, having snowball fights and watching snow scenes in winter ... only autumn makes me feel bored. Especially in autumn in my hometown, I only see the leaves wither all day. Boredom is nothing more than a few troubles.

Since learning English, I have given names to the four seasons of the year. Spring is warm, summer is hot, autumn is cool and winter is cold. Maybe the name of Qiu is cold, and I have a good impression on it.

In high school, the Chinese teacher said that autumn in my hometown is the most beautiful season of the year. I didn't fully believe it at that time, but I always had some doubts. But from then on, I began to observe and feel autumn.

Autumn rain often falls, thin and dense. The wind is mixed with rain, and the rain falls with the wind. The rain gently washes everything on the earth, the ground is polished, and the leaves are constantly oozing raindrops full of particles. At dusk, the wind and rain slowed down. The sun climbed out of the clouds again and gave her afterglow to the earth. Yellow leaves reveal a faint reddish color in the soft sunshine, just like a shy girl's beautiful cheeks.

Where the autumn wind blows, the leaves will make a rustling sound, which is very nice. When the wind is strong, yellow leaves will break free from the shackles of trees and dance with the wind, just like a beautiful yellow butterfly, singing and dancing with the accompaniment of the wind. At this time, just three or two people walked through the falling yellow leaves. Isn't this a beautiful picture? But it is so fleeting, like a flash in the pan. It disappeared before I could appreciate it carefully.

I regret this short-lived beauty, and I regret the fortitude of autumn leaves. It tried so hard to get rid of the shackles of the big tree, but didn't know that the leaves would eventually return to the roots? For such a short freedom, is it worth burying yourself in deep roots forever? But I think, maybe this is the spirit of autumn leaves. Their real purpose of getting rid of the shackles of big trees may not be freedom at that moment, but injecting themselves into the roots for the last time, so that the big trees can have sufficient nutrients in the cold winter. New and stronger leaves will grow on the branches next spring. Aren't those new leaves exactly what they were? Thinking of this, I am proud of autumn leaves. I didn't expect them to have the idea of "sustainable development". It's incredible. Perhaps it is given by mysterious nature.

Spring breeze makes people sleepy; The summer wind makes people feel sultry and uncomfortable; The wind in winter makes people feel cold and biting. Only the autumn wind makes people feel refreshed, neither sultry nor cold, but also makes people awake a lot. I simply doubt that the autumn wind has a refreshing effect, and coupled with the coolness of the autumn rain, this wonderful drug primer, a rare "natural herb", has probably been formed.

Autumn wind and autumn rain may be the most perfect couple in the world. Autumn wind blows autumn rain, accompanied by autumn wind. They can make everything in the world reflect crystal luster and autumn elegance. Maybe they can trim out a beautiful autumn picture. Looking at their figures, I can't help feeling that autumn wind blows and autumn rain flies; Autumn wind sends cool, autumn rain sends cool.

Autumn wind, autumn rain and autumn leaves. No one can show beauty alone. They express a kind of overall beauty and a kind of harmonious beauty. Without wind, rain can't fly and leaves can't dance; Without rain, the wind will not be wet and the leaves will not be ashamed; Without leaves, the wind looks monotonous and the rain looks boring. Only by combining them skillfully can we form a beautiful painting and a beautiful poem-autumn.

Nature endows flowers and birds in spring, prosperity in summer and beautiful snow scene in winter. Of course, we will not forget to give autumn. So, she gave autumn mystery and beauty. It seems that nature does not favor anyone.

I also learned a truth from it: people have similar talents. If you want to surpass others,

8. A typical incident about family in high school composition.

Many things have happened at home, but there is one thing I will never forget.

I remember some time ago, my family was always restless at night. Every night, just after we go to bed, a mouse always runs around the house. My mother gnashed her teeth and said, "I must catch this hateful mouse."

One day, the opportunity finally came. I am eating delicious food. Suddenly, a gray mouse rushed out from under my ass and ran into the corner like a silver lightning. I thought: did the mouse settle down in it? I shouted, "Mom, mouse! Mom, mouse! " So, I took a broom and my mother took a bamboo stick. At the same time, we both hit hard in the direction where the mouse escaped. At this time, the mouse was hiding from the east and squeaking as if to say, "I'm dead, I'm dead."

I found that the mouse had escaped under the sofa. My mother told me to close the door and move the sofa at once. Just then, the mouse came out. How clever my mother is! Step on the mouse's paw with one foot. The mouse was killed by my mother and me. At this time, my mother was out of breath and I was exhausted.

From that day on, my family recovered its former calm.

9. High school characters describe compositions, and things should be described unexpectedly beautifully and urgently.

Teacher, I want to tell you.

Teacher, I want to tell you that you are always worried about us. We are sorry for you, but we don't study hard. In fact, learning is our own business.

Teacher, I want to tell you that you are like a hardworking gardener; We are flowers. It is you who water us with sweat, moisten us with tears and accompany us with smiles!

Teacher, you have worked hard for us. Who can understand your hard work and your intentions? You gave us a lot of homework, and you just wanted us to exercise our thinking. I didn't expect our classmates to protest and scold you.

Teacher, it's late at night. The stars are sleepy and blink. You rest! Stop correcting our homework.

Teacher, your health is getting worse every day. I remember once, you caught a cold and had a bad cold, but you still gritted your teeth and gave us a lecture, even though you were ill.

Teacher, I still have a lot to say to you. . .

10. Write a high school composition of more than 800 words, and the plot should be ups and downs.

Corner of the eye

That bloated and clumsy figure, that habitual frowning face, and those concerned eyes staring at me ... At the corner of the road, the moment he looked at me, he immediately turned around, got on his bike and disappeared into the crowd without looking back. But I still recognized the look, the look I knew. Suddenly, a wonderful feeling spread all over my body-

A few minutes ago, I hurt my knee on the basketball court. I happened to meet my father after work on my way home. "Take me home, I really can't walk in pain!"

Dad first looked at my wound in surprise, stared at it for a few seconds, frowned and said, "This little injury is nothing. If you want to play ball, you have to pay the price and walk home by yourself! " "

I thought it was just a joke, so I sat in the car. Unexpectedly, my father pushed me away and rode away quickly, leaving a sentence: "Go home by yourself!" " "

I am the darling of my parents, and I always think so. But it never occurred to me that my father left me coldly when I needed help most. I looked at his distant back, then at his bloody knees, a cool breeze blowing, and a terrible pain. ...

"Walk home by yourself?" I am angry and wronged in my heart. "Tiger poison don't eat children! I'm not going. " But think about it, what if the wound is inflamed if you don't clean it right away? It's not yourself who suffers, so why bother yourself! So I held my breath and limped home.

However, just a few minutes later, I saw my father again at the corner of the road.

Dad, who rides very fast, actually didn't ride very far. In a corner not far from me, he guarded me with his eyes. Just because of the look out of the corner of his eye, I seem to immediately understand another meaning in my old father's sentence and his deep love. I also remembered what he once said to me: "Life is a long way. Your parents can't lead you forever. When you learn to walk, you will inevitably fall, but you must get up from where you fell. If you have difficulties, you should learn to solve them by yourself. You can't always depend on your parents. "

At this time, I began to feel that the wound was not so painful. I am familiar with my father's surprised expression and habitual frown when he looks at my wound, but I am more familiar with the eyes out of his eyes. That look evoked a series of past events.

In the third grade of primary school, I just learned to swim. My father threw me into the deep water area and told me to "wait for death". When I was struggling in the water, I accidentally saw his eyes and followed me with hope and concern. When he dragged me out of the water, he massaged my back and coaxed me into buying me delicious food. At that time, all I knew was to cry in fear, and then laugh silly. Now I think of it as another taste.

Think like this, full of gas also disappeared, suddenly feel relaxed. On the way, my injured person was so conspicuous that a kind-hearted person said, "It doesn't matter, little brother." "Shall I take you home?" They were all politely declined by their father's "famous saying", "I can do it, I can walk home by myself!"

Pushing open the door, I saw two small brown bottles on the table at a glance-one is hydrogen peroxide and the other is purple potion. In the study, I only saw my father's back-he was reading a newspaper. His shoulder seemed to move, but he didn't get up:

"You rub medicine.