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1. Why do you want to write a New Year composition?

Nian is not a festival, but an animal. Legend has it that in ancient times, this animal was very fierce. They got together, and when they went out, there were thousands and hundreds. Every winter, people and all kinds of animals suffer wherever they go. It is said that a group of people can eat hundreds of tigers, leopards, bears and dozens of people once a year. In winter, all people should concentrate on fighting Nian, and Nian will disappear without a trace until spring blossoms and the temperature rises. In order to avoid the harm of "Nian", whenever winter comes, people will call back their relatives who went hunting in advance and gather together in groups, and they all live in big mountain caves, with as many as 100 people in each cave. In the process of fighting Nian, people gradually accumulated some experience and found that Nian was fierce and cruel, but it was most afraid of fire and ran at the sight of it. Therefore, once people find that Nianqun is coming, they will quickly light the torches already prepared and cheer with weapons until all Nianqun are driven away. The next day, people living in caves get up early and say hello to each other. If everyone is safe, bow to congratulate each other. Children should kneel down to kowtow to adults and thank them for their kindness to their younger generation. Then gradually formed the custom of bowing and kowtowing to each other on New Year's Day.

After the Yellow Emperor unified the tribes, he led the people to resist all kinds of natural disasters. In order to completely remove the great threat to people in 2000, the Yellow Emperor discussed with Ying Long, Li Mu and other ministers what to do. Some people advocate moving, while others advocate killing. Finally, according to the opinions of the Yellow Emperor, everyone agreed to adopt the method of complete elimination. So when the severe winter came, all tribes organized a team of 100 people to kill the group year. After more than a dozen severe winters, the years are getting less and less, and the years in droves have never appeared again.

However, Nian doesn't want to die like this. It is said that it has become a nine-headed bird again. On New Year's Eve, it flew out and sniffed the delicious meat from every household. When it smells it, bloody saliva will flow out of its mouth. This kind of saliva with snow falls into anyone's yard, and whoever falls into it will be unlucky the next year. Later, it was found that the nine-headed bird was most afraid of burning cypress leaves. So every winter, people collect cypress leaves. On the evening of the 30th, every household lit the cypress leaves, and the smoke rose, scaring the nine-headed birds from flying out again. Since then, burning incense on the night of New Year's Eve has become a custom, which has been passed down to this day.

2. I think that the 600-word narrative of the composition thinks that success is sweeter than failure, and the taste of failure may be bitter, forcing people to flee.

But the failure of doing your best is not only a good medicine for insufficient treatment, but also a little bitter and sweet in the end; And that is not your own success, even if it is glamorous, it will only bring extreme shame. I am very competitive and often cling to the feeling of being the first.

But the reality is somewhat unsatisfactory. Although my Chinese scores are among the best, I have never won the first place. Even if I keep working hard, the gap of one or two points always makes me miss the success of the first place, and a bitter sense of failure that keeps struggling in the cold and dark whirlpool haunts me.

I long for the taste of success that I have never tasted before. It must be sweet and refreshing ... it's another Chinese exam, and several blanks on this paper full of black characters are particularly eye-catching. Didi anxious sweat soaked my clothes, but no matter how I think back, I don't know what is in the air.

The ticking on the watch stung the eardrum, and time refused to show more pity. In front of my eyes, I saw the first place with a full face of spring and endless applause when I got the paper, and I saw the teacher's approval and the envious eyes of my classmates ... That kind of pride is definitely hundreds of times sweeter than failure! A poisonous snake crawled into my mind: I stole a look at the book.

I suddenly broke out in a cold sweat for my terrible idea. But when I looked at my watch again, vanity instantly dispelled my worries and made me determined.

Finally, the hand full of paper trembled and put down the pen ... I thought I would be happy to hand over this perfect answer sheet, but I couldn't help it, just like a boat bumping in the wind and waves. A guilty bite makes me regret it.

On the day of handing out the papers, the students held their breath and stared. When the teacher read out the first name loudly, the students' eyes suddenly turned to me like a spotlight.

I blushed and felt so guilty that I couldn't stand any eyes. When I was questioned, I had a bitter dilemma in my heart. Applause is like thunder, but it hits my face like a slap in the face, trying to make me remember this futile stupidity ... the bitterness of regret is entangled in my heart like a haze, lingering.

Looking back on my failure, although it is not the first, it is the embodiment of sweat and the most authentic feedback of learning. Isn't it these failures that secretly inspire me to work hard in the light and study hard in the morning dew every day? But why am I so impetuous and impatient, but I lost myself in the sweetness of my dream? Regret is like a storm that washes away everything in the heart, and the dust in the heart becomes more and more pure in this washing.

It suddenly dawned on me that I can't say success with a clear conscience, and it will never help your failure. I thought success was sweeter than failure, but I found I was wrong. Self-deception turned out to be just a beautiful dream.

On the other hand, failure is always bitter and annoying at that time, but when you stand at the top of success and look down, you will find that these paved failures are full of sweetness.

Write a short essay on this topic. There is a love called letting go, a feeling called heartache, and a feeling called missing. I miss my relatives in heaven, my grandfather. This is a kind old man who can be said to be stingy, but he is willing to spend any money for me. It can be said that he is cold-blooded, but as long as relatives and friends want something from him, he will do his best ... He is a good man, and I like my grandfather best because he loves me very much. When I was in the second grade, a news disrupted my quiet lunch break. My father came to pick me up and told me the bad news of my grandfather's death. I fought back the tears in my eyes and asked the teacher for leave and went to the hospital. As soon as I got out of school and got on the bus, my crying rang out in the carriage, and tears hit my arm. My mind is full of photos of my grandfather before he died. When I got to the hospital, my uncle knelt on the ground and cried, but I calmed down and cried in the lounge opposite my grandfather's ward. I am very sad. I don't want others to feel more sad because of my tears ... What's the metaphor for my grandmother who has been with my grandfather for more than 50 years? I can't mention "Grandpa" in front of her, I don't want to uncover her pain ... Looking at the kind smile on Grandpa's portrait, I think I will be separated from this smile forever, and my eyes are blurred ... Today is the fifth anniversary of Grandpa's death, and everyone is silent. Me, too, can only express my thoughts about my grandfather in this way, and I can't bear to expose my grandmother's pain. In fact, I miss my grandfather very much, and some people say that people have passed away. I can't bear to be apart from you. Please come back soon. I will be obedient and be a good boy ... "These words, I always say to the stars alone and cry at the stars, but grandpa still didn't come back." Five years later, I still miss you, grandpa! This is all because of love, and this distant miss will not be reduced because of the passage of time! Forty-four

Missing is a beautiful loneliness. Loneliness is especially beautiful only when I miss you. Missing is a happy sadness, a sweet melancholy and a warm pain. Missing is a long-term obsession with yesterday and a longing for a better future. It is in endless thoughts that people's feelings have been purified and sublimated. Without distance, there is no missing. When the whistle of the ship rings, when the whistle of the train rings, when the wheels of the car start to turn, when the plane hits the runway and takes off, the yearning begins. It is because of missing that I have the joy of reunion after a long separation, the unexpected surprise and the toast when friends and relatives get together. Frustration not only sharpens and trains people, but also casts the calmness of human nature and the profundity of feelings. Missing others is a kind of warmth, and being missed by others is a kind of happiness. Of course, the best state is-miss each other. Otherwise, unrequited love is a kind of sorrow, and being missed by others is a burden. Because of missing, the moon is infused with rich human emotions. The moon is bent, so is the yearning. When the moon is full, so is the yearning. No matter whether the moon is curved or round, missing is a beautiful poem. Missing can make you cry or laugh. Whether you cry or laugh, there will be no distractions when you miss it. Indeed, missing is a kind of purity. Miss in the long moon, miss in the dusk, miss in the autumn rain. Beautiful scenery is easier to open people's thoughts. The beautiful scenery also sets off the memory of some desolate beauty. With endless thoughts, it is doomed to be a long wait. Emily Dickinson, an American poetess, said: If there is finally love as compensation, waiting for 10,000 years is not too long. This can also be said to be a kind of loyalty and openness in missing. In any case, missing is a great spiritual wealth. Affectionate stamps, warm stationery and greeting cards expressing sincere greetings are all the contents of this wealth. Years may drift away like fallen leaves, but this wealth will last forever. On your long journey of life, it will always accompany you and give you warmth and strength.

4. Write a composition on the topic of "originally thought". I thought you could change back to your original selves, but I didn't expect you to have lost the noblest thing in people. I really sympathize with you (preface)

I think ...

As colorful as flowers.

As sweet as a dream

It should be in our flower season.

but

The most beautiful thing

But stay in our childhood.

I think ...

Being sensible will become a sign of maturity.

but

Those pure thoughts were destroyed by the devil in our hearts.

Step by step.

Young and ignorant

Maybe there are some little secrets that are not known.

Smaller and smaller t-shirts

Will be thrown away together

No, maybe more than that.

also

Simple, naive, dignified and kind.

even

mankind

At this moment.

I just understand.

I thought it was just that I thought

(Postscript)

I have walked so many roads, met so many people and experienced so many things over the years, and suddenly I turned around and it was gone.

Disappeared, I am glad that I will meet them in my memory, and I am sad and angry to meet some dirty people.

But I can't help it, because those people can't go back, and I can't become them.

I just want to be myself.

5. Write an outline for the sixth grade. Whenever I open the pencil box and see the black pen, I can't help but think of something that happened the other day. It was Thursday night, and I was doing my homework when I got off work. Teacher Zhu came in and gave me a proposal for the Shaodaihui, and asked me to fill it out before class and let me fill it out with a black pen. After I listened carefully, I picked up a black pen and wrote on the paper. I was just about to hand it in. Borrow it from your classmates? Everyone has to do homework, so it is impossible to lend it to me. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks, and I don't know what to do. Suddenly, Xiao Yi, the deskmate who was doing homework, saw it and asked with concern, "What's the matter, Xiao Ting, do you need my help?" I replied, "Even a fairy can't help me!" "What's the matter? Say it quickly! " "I can't write in ink, but the proposal will be handed in soon. I am anxious! " "I thought it was a fuss!" Xiaoyi said, "I'll lend it to you." Xiao Qi, who was sitting in the front, heard this and turned around and said, "The teacher didn't ask for this homework, but you only have one copy, and you lent it to Xiao Ting. What would you do? Aren't you afraid of being left behind because you can't finish your homework? Didn't you agree to go to Xiaogui's house after school today? " Xiaoyi smiled and said, "since she is in urgent need, of course I will lend it to Xiao Ting first. Is the overall situation important? " After that, he handed me the fountain pen. I glanced at her gratefully and quickly wrote. In a short time, the proposal was finished, and I returned the pen to Xiaoyi, who successfully finished her homework before the bell rang. Although small, it left a deep impression on me. A pen embodies my sincere friendship with Xiaoyi.

6. I used to think that I knew I was a happy child.

When I was a child, I grew up freely. Even if you live in the city, you can always hold your mother's hand, sit on your father's shoulder, enjoy every spring, summer, autumn and winter, suck rain and sunshine in the love and hope of the whole family, and keep jointing. Although I didn't get the top students when I grew up, I can enjoy my after-school life with the aura of "good students" on my head. Use your favorite brush to describe every moment of growth. Although he looks like a melancholy child, he can hear warm greetings and hands that can be clasped like spring breeze every time he cries sadly ... but as Jing M. Guo said, "Happiness always gives people a long, long and quiet time, just like an unknown passerby passing by my door." I always feel that life is too dull, there is no surprise, and there is no great happiness, but in fact I just grazed my eyes of spiritual discovery. ...

When I heard that there was going to be a physical education test in the senior high school entrance examination, my mood plummeted, because my poor physical education performance was obvious to all. After I went home to tell my parents, I didn't hear the sigh and blame I expected. Father said, "Let's go running in the park at night." So every night, two figures appeared in the park in tandem.

On a slightly cold spring night, there are few people in the park, and we are accompanied by deep nights and cold moonlight. So I followed my father's footsteps and circled the lake in the microwave oven. My father spent less time socializing outside and went home early, so this moment became my happiest time every day. Every time I look at a slightly clumsy father who should have been fattened by the entertainment circle for many years, I am very touched because of his dedication and trust. What I need is speed and courage, so he always tries to stay ahead and surprises me with the progress of his grades again and again. And all this is for the daughter who is about to take the senior high school entrance examination behind her. ...

People say that life is like boiled water. I used to think that life is very dull, but these days I found that life is actually like my favorite tea, which seems bitter, but it contains the strongest and most fragrant love. The true way of tea is to show its nature. It is the normal state of life to roll comfortably like Biluochun, sweet like Tieguanyin and bitter like Pu 'er. When our parents created us, they actually put the tea we live in at the bottom of the cup. When we find that these tea leaves gradually open up and rise with the white gas transpiration from hot water, we will find that life actually has a faint color. ...

7. Write a composition for your compliment. In this world, everyone is a snowflake, a flying snowflake. When they fall, they try their best to show their unique side and their most beautiful side. Looking around, the whole world is white, and the flying snowflakes are colorful. But who has paid attention to the dazzling place of every snowflake? Hardly. At this time, depravity is only a fool's behavior. It is enough for us to cheer for ourselves loudly! Everyone has a shining side. Some people are musical geniuses, some people are masters of calligraphy, and some people go down in history. But how many of these 1000 people can be so brilliant? Therefore, I don't expect anything, I just silently move towards my goal and my ideal. When I was a child, when I was reading Andersen's fairy tales, I was often attracted by dramatic storylines. When I am obsessed with the contents of the book, my heart is always surging, and my desire to try to write surges out. So, I started my first attempt at writing in my life. I'm not demanding of myself. I just hope I can appreciate the happiness that writing brings me. I clearly remember that the title of my first composition was "I want to grow up": I want to grow up, and I will be very happy when I grow up. Everyone in the library is reading quietly, and I want to go, too. My mother told me to let me go when I grow up, so I want to grow up. This is my first composition. Maybe everyone feels naive and wants to grow up just to study. I don't think so. Some even like this composition, because it makes me feel happy in writing after all. From then on, I became a writer. But many people don't seem to understand me One afternoon, my cousin came to my house to play and accidentally saw my composition. He immediately laughed at me and said, "Haha, little girl, you don't look at yourself either. Your composition is sold as garbage." I was so wronged that I cried loudly. Grandma said to me, "Stop crying. Your cousin is right. What can a little girl as old as you write? " I stopped crying and thought about what my grandmother said. I thought, "Did I do something wrong? Maybe I really shouldn't practice calligraphy. " My mother who stood by seemed to see through my mind and kindly said to me, "It doesn't matter if there is no audience, son, you can cheer for yourself!" You can have no audience, but you must not have ideals, understand? " I nodded inexplicably when I was a child. Time flies, and a few years passed quickly. I write no longer for reading, but for pleasure. Whenever I am laughed at by others, what my mother said to me will come to my mind. Yes, even if there is no audience, what's the harm? No matter how much satire and sarcasm can affect us. Can a failure stop us from moving forward? No, these are stumbling blocks on the road to success. If you walk around, you will be successful, and the door to success will open for you.

8. Write a composition on this topic. Write a composition on what I like to do best. 50 points. I am a little boy. I have a wide range of interests. I like playing football, table tennis and reading books ... among them, I like reading books best. Xiaohe composition network can also contribute. At first, it wasn't like this. My mother reads books every day and guides me to read. Slowly, I read books every day, and the more I read, the more fascinated I am. Because reading has taught me a lot of truth, knowledge, advanced deeds of many heroes, and many cunning and gullible animals: cunning foxes, ferocious wolves, weasels that cheat animals ... and I have seen a wonderful world since I was a child. Through unremitting efforts, my knowledge is getting more and more, and my composition is getting better and better. I didn't know the meaning of an idiom in reading, so I asked my mother. My mother said, "Don't keep asking me. In fact, next to your study, there is a silent teacher-a dictionary. You can ask it! " After listening to my mother's words, I went to the study in three steps and asked the taciturn "teacher" One day, I made a joke while reading a book. On this day, my mother went out to buy food and told me to wait until the water boiled before turning off the power. After my mother left, I picked up my best book and read it with relish. Unconsciously, I read it. I said, "The water is boiling, and I am absorbed in reading. The kettle didn't turn on, and I didn't even remember to dial it. My mother forgave me after listening and said, "You little bookworm are so obsessed that you don't even know how to boil the water. "Reading brings a lot of endless knowledge, and I love reading.