Looking back at excellent compositions

No matter in study, work or life, everyone has the experience of writing a composition, so you are familiar with it. Writing is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. What is the composition you have seen? The following is my excellent composition for you, I hope it will help you.

Looking back at the excellent composition 1, the waning moon rose at the beginning, washed away the lead, and reflected a tear on her face.

Her eyes are full of spring water, but they are full of faint sadness. It's the city she quietly looks back at, and it's the place where she silently buries her heart in fear of going back.

She reached out and plucked the pipa in her hand. The music is light and shallow, like a stone falling into the water, which makes her heart wrinkle in circles.

The soft moonlight splashed quietly, trying to overflow the tears in my eyes. The pain of going abroad is indescribable. The water in my hometown is trickling, constantly pulling the shadow of Lanzhou. The sadness left seems to have turned into a clear rain last night, filling the river with endless water. She knew that she was afraid to spend the cold night alone, and her heart was too fragile to touch inadvertently.

Once again, she couldn't help but look back at her hometown. The prosperity of that city seemed to condense in an instant, for fear that she would never forget the lights and the decadent fireworks.

Raise your hand and gently pluck the strings. Open your teeth and recite poems to the moon. Her voice was cold and ethereal, like Wu Ge at midnight. When I sang to the emotional place, my heart was ups and downs, my eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and I barely showed a weak smile on my face. "Changan!" She couldn't help saying these two words. Yes, all my efforts are not for these two words. Isn't this the city?

Finally, I couldn't help it. Tears flowed on her beautiful face like broken pearls. Three thousand powder, idle sigh; Rich and famous, passing by; Kings rule, constant sand counts rivers. Who knows how many families are bankrupt and white-haired under the iron horse of Jinge? I really don't want to see such a scene.

The moon is lazy and the greetings are light; Red dress, waist. Occasionally, a western Western jackdaw passed by, and I was scared to fly high by the hunting wind. A wisp of smoke seems to rise from my hometown and become a beautiful sigh of being alone.

I'm afraid it's hard to go back this time!

Turning her head, she once again looked back at her hometown, the noisy chariots, horses and hoses, the palace merchants' pipa horns and feathers at midnight, the peerless dance costumes and the fragrance of exotic flowers and plants.

Wang Zhaojun, she suddenly looked back. Facing the cold moon, she understood her determination and strength.

She turned back quietly, and the wind passed through the curtains in Hunan, lifting the bun, and her hair was like a waterfall and tassels were flying.

Looking back on excellent composition II. Why? How to grow up in so much helplessness? Hey! Looking back on the process of growth, there is no road, and more people think it will become a road. -inscription

Looking back on the road of growth, I feel sad!

"Young people don't work hard, but the elderly are sad." Obviously, this famous sentence that has been passed down through the ages is tailor-made for me. When I was a teenager, I often thought deeply about a very philosophical question in class, "What do people want when they are alive?" People are alive, why? "At that time, I fell into an unknown abyss, which ended my childhood and ruined my primary school time. I didn't know where to go and couldn't find it. Looking back now, oh, I feel ridiculous and sad for myself! Hey! Life is short, just a moment's hesitation will make you white-haired. A little indulgence will accomplish nothing. But is life really sad?

"How many troubles can life have? I dare not go back and stay. " There are countless branches on the road of life, and there is only one happy choice. Only once, when things in China are precious, people don't know how to cherish them. The choice of life is like buying clothes. It doesn't need to be gorgeous, as long as it is suitable. It doesn't need to be expensive, as long as it can be worn. There is only one life, and the opportunity will never come again. Choosing this road may be more difficult than that one, but in the end, it is not necessarily worse. Hua didn't expect, "the sword edge grinds itself, and the plum blossom fragrance is bitter and cold." Rainbow only appears after suffering. Hard work may not have any good results, but no hard work must have no good results.

The leaves are light and the wind is light, and first frost is clear. Life is decided by people, and the sky is quiet by people. -P.S.

Looking back on excellent composition 3 Six years passed quickly. Now I close my eyes and think about my primary school life. A lot of things were a little blurred, so I immediately picked up a pen and wrote down everything I could think of.

Humorous teacher

I still remember that when Mr. Qin first came to our class, his brown hair and sharp eyes gave people the impression that he was a very strict teacher. "Hello, I'm Teacher Qin." The stereo sound quieted the class. "Tell you a story: a man was shot through the heart by a quilt on the battlefield. Later, people thought he was hopeless, so he survived. When people examined him, they found his heart on the right. I don't want to be an eccentric person. " After listening, we all laughed. Teacher Qin added, "You can sit casually in class or be a stationmaster. Don't put the cup on the table, or you will be "miserable" Anyway, passing by will be remembered. " After that, we all burst into laughter. At that moment, our impression of him was-interesting, and we affectionately called him Brother Bear. In this way, I like this humorous teacher, and because of him, I deeply like math.

Have fun with your classmates.

I still remember my father said that boys should protect girls, but now, we girls protect boys. Of course, all this is supported by our big sister Huang. In my impression, she is a very powerful person, so I dare not talk to her. Once, on my birthday, Fang Ming also came. When I saw it, I thought she had no talent. Who knows that she took out my favorite snack bag? I looked at her and she looked at me. We became good friends from then on.

Share collective happiness

This is a tug of war. Our whole class competes with Class Four. The wise star in our class said to put the capable students behind. The whole class cheered and blushed. Finally, we beat Class Four, and everyone rested on the grass. We miss the days of collective fighting very much.

We are all very happy. Six years passed in a hurry, and three papers scattered a group of people. We should cherish the present primary school time and enjoy it. I hope time is not old, and we will never leave.

Looking back on excellent composition 4 How many times have you lived for six years? More than ten years, however, this primary school time is not the most unforgettable six years.

Near graduation, I was in a trance, and my thoughts, like a broken kite, waddled down one day six years ago.

On that day, lights were decorated everywhere. As freshmen, we sat in a brand-new classroom. The teacher's kind words, facing 48 strange and childish faces, echoed with parents' exhortations, study hard and listen to the teacher's words! ..... When I was young, I didn't agree with this sentence the most, and I remembered it the most clearly.

In October, when the red scarf is flying. The sisters in the university put red scarves under our collars and taught us to wear them hand in hand. The red scarf is very bright in the sun. From then on, I was a glorious young pioneer.

When we win honor, we * * * enjoy the fruit; When encountering setbacks, we share the responsibility. Although our class is not the best, it is a United and friendly family, and new partners are constantly integrated into my family. Zhang Mingliang's familiar smiling faces, in the sunshine, on the path and on the playground, constitute a unique landscape on campus.

Looking back at the quicksand of time, when the camera pressed the shutter, we grew up and understood that we were about to go our separate ways. Looking back on the past, I can't help but feel angry and ridiculous for what I did. I don't know what friendship is, and I often tear it up for a little thing; Now, on the occasion of parting, we can better appreciate the preciousness of friendship and the difficulty of parting. I was dissatisfied with my parents' nagging and dared to refute it publicly, which hurt my parents' hearts; Now I understand that it is parents' deep love for their children!

Looking back at the quicksand of time, I deeply ask myself, have you done anything meaningful in these six years? Can you do your best? Have you ever shared your mother's fatigue? Have you ever reflected on your mistakes? ……

Looking back on the quicksand of time, six years of primary school life is the best memory in my life.

Looking back at excellent composition 5 Time passes slowly. When everyone is busy, I feel tired and always turn my head gently to look back and forth.

My childhood memories are almost forgotten, but I still remember the embarrassing situation when I was five years old. The teacher asked us what is 1+2? Every child who wrote the answer happily went to play, and I was the only one who was still thinking hard. How ridiculous it is to think about it later! But this is my childhood.

After primary school, my parents began to take care of my study, but according to my friends, I am a clumsy person. Later, I gradually became smarter. Of course, my parents will ignore me at this time. When I was older, I would say that I was too quiet, so my friends set me up one sugar-coated bomb after another to make me happy. The friendship at that time was very strong. Then something happened. I don't know what it is. Became a problem student and was criticized by the teacher every day. In order to make teachers write me better in graduation comments, I go to the lower grades to help them on duty every day after school. It's fun to think about it now.

Then, I stepped into the door of junior high school. I have a class teacher who scares me a little. I stood up again under her terrible severity. Although I am still squatting, I have benefited a lot. I slowly began to like novels and wanted to be a writer. I've been thinking that my grades have plummeted like the Yellow River. In winter, I went to Jilin to play, and met an old gentleman, a knowledgeable person, on the train. I learned a lot.

Looking back, I turned my head back and felt that I was still a very lucky person. I have a sound body, parents and the right to education. I am really lucky. I found these later.

Looking back on excellent composition 6 With the growth of age, my mood is becoming more and more complicated. Before the age of five, there were only happiness and sadness, but I learned sadness from primary school and even rebelled in junior high school.

When I grow up, I prefer myself as a child, so naive and lively, a lollipop can make me smile through tears, and I will never have any troubles and worries again. I became sentimental when I grew up. I won't laugh for half a day just listening to a joke like before. I'm worried about failing the exam all day, especially after entering junior high school. I added four courses at once, and I often feel very tired in my study. After returning home, I refused to reveal my true feelings to my parents. I am also very reluctant to accept their views and opinions. Advice to parents is usually considered as "unnecessary nagging"

I feel that although I become free when I grow up, my troubles and sorrows also grow with my age. I have troubles almost every day. Happy times are always so short, and troubles seem to surround me every day.

Whenever I am in a bad mood, I will open the photo album, recall my childhood, and think of my innocence. I usually laugh for a while.

I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to grow up, and when I grow up, it's gone. Yeah! When you grow up, you will lose a happy childhood and bring a sentimental adolescence. At this stage, my naivety is replaced by these worries, and everything I do all day is very depressing, so I am often distracted in my study and life. I tried to control myself, but I couldn't.

Students, cherish your precious childhood! It was the only time in our life that we had no worries, only happiness.

Looking back on excellent composition 7. Since the first half of the year, time seems to have pressed the fast forward button, and even the temperature dropped overnight. Not surprisingly, I caught a cold. I am bored lying on the table, looking at the light rain outside the window, recalling the days since I can remember, occasionally a little disappointed, and occasionally a little nervous.

Looking back at the road, it is full of thorns, but there is also sunshine. Along the way, I stumbled, made mistakes and got hurt. Along the way, there were tears and laughter. I once wanted to give up because I was afraid of suffering, but I chose to stick to it, because I wanted to grow up with them, to be a better person, to be strong and invincible, because I liked it, because I loved it. If I had opened my eyes five years ago, I wouldn't want to change anything, because the road was my own choice and I came out step by step. No matter whether there is a cold arrow or a sword ahead, no matter how many unknown storms there are, I will tell myself: don't forget where to go, don't doubt where to go, keep going firmly and bravely, keep dreaming, don't give up this journey, learn to persist and don't forget my original intention.

Look back at everyone I met. I remember that summer, when we were young, we first met. We are curious about each other and miss the past. Maybe we parted ways and flew away with summer, but the back of the same road has been remembered and will not be taken away by time. Everyone was a passenger on the way. We met in a strange winding way, like ripples, and disappeared as we got closer. Maybe I can't remember their names, but I will always remember our story, whether later or later.

Look back at the beautiful scenery I have seen. I used to hear how majestic Fan Jingshan was, and I didn't realize it until I climbed to the top-standing high, the dense fog in front of me was like a raging sea. In the waves of clouds, I saw the mountains, which bloomed between the peaks, rolled in the distance and came straight to me. It seems that you can reach out and touch the soft clouds, and you can hold up this fairyland at will.

Looking back on the road, I turned Jing into a tree and thorns into flowers. I hope that I can keep going when I am young and frivolous.

Looking back on excellent composition 8 Love is a ballad floating in the night sky, which can awaken people's kind nature;

Love is a warm spring breeze, which can resolve misunderstandings in people's hearts;

Love is a ray of warm sunshine that can warm people's cold hearts;

Love is a warm cup of tea, which can dispel misunderstandings in people's hearts;

Love is a steaming cup of coffee that can melt the hard ice in people's hearts.

Love is ... can. ...

I don't know what love is, but I know that fatherly love is always elusive. When I don't understand it, I often hate him. I used to be like this, but at that moment, I understood.

At that time, I was in the fourth grade of primary school

One summer vacation, my classmates and I played on the playground. I accidentally fell and scraped my knee. I lost a lot of blood. It hurts! That afternoon, because of the pain, I could hardly hear a word the teacher said. I managed to stay up until school, so I went home with my classmates.

On the path in front of the building, we met our father who had just come out. I told him my wrestling experience in a coquetry way, hoping to gain some sympathy and love, but my father just smiled and explained a few words and left without looking back.

I am very wronged and puzzled. Why doesn't he love me? The companion smiled and said, "Don't be sad. In fact, most dads are like this. He loves you very much, but he is not good at expressing it. If you don't believe that you are waiting, your father will definitely look back at you when he walks to the front corner. "

I was dubious, so I temporarily forgot the pain and grievances and quietly looked at my father's footsteps. He walked steadily step by step, as if nothing could turn him back. However, at the moment he came to the corner, he turned his head and looked at me as if inadvertently, and then disappeared into my sight at the same pace as before ... tears have filled my eyes.

Indeed, maternal love is delicate, while paternal love is rough and imperceptible, and we need to taste it with our heart. Father's love is like a pot of Longjing, which is a little bitter at first, but the more you drink it, the more mellow it becomes.

Looking back on excellent composition 9. Time flies, time flies. Looking back, this year has passed, and all the bitterness is sweet. The night is dim, and I have no sleep to read and listen to the spring talk. Every day is a new one, and I am no longer at leisure, watching the moonlight-filled stars go all the way.

Looking back at the third grade, there are countless unspeakable complex feelings. Now that I have graduated, I still have a feeling of respect and fear for the third grade.

Looking back on the busy days in the third grade, I think it's incredible now. I don't remember how busy I was, but I feel that every minute is squeezed out.

To take the senior high school entrance examination, almost every teacher's mantra has become "Let's take a look at this question" and "The exam is coming, why can't I calm down?" Every time we arrive at this time, it is also the time when our students complain.

Remember there are still a few weeks before the PE exam. I think it was the most tiring period. The pressure of study and the breathing after exercise make people breathless. What I was most afraid of was running. Every time I face 800 yuan, I will be covered with a veil of depression.

Looking back on the third day, everyone left a hard sweat. We set the dream-chasing childlike innocence as a class song, and we will sing it every time we are tired and give up.

Looking back at the third grade, there is no extra color, but it is unforgettable. A bedroom that burns the midnight oil, a classroom that reads aloud, a voracious restaurant, a playground full of whistles, and a small corner wet with tears. ...

Grade three, grade three is full of regretless youth, taking away tears of parting, how many days and nights of struggle, writing a full stop on a certain day in June, no matter how many disappointments and words, it seems helpless on this day.

Looking back on the third grade, I have no regrets.

Looking back at the excellent composition 10, everyone has his own childhood, which is happy and without any sadness. Although there were no beautiful dolls, beautiful building blocks, delicious chocolates and talking robots in childhood. However, I grew up with a group of inseparable friends, so almost every day of my childhood was relaxed and happy. However, time waits for no one, and the good time flies like an arrow-leaving in a hurry. Looking back on my childhood, all kinds of unforgettable feelings and thoughts come to my mind, which really makes me linger. Unfortunately, those short days are gone forever, and those happy things will not look back. They will only become memories of childhood.

In April in the countryside, on a hot summer day, I hooked up with several partners, hummed southern tunes, walked under the hot fireball and came to a blue lake. From a distant meteorological point of view, it can be said that "lakes and mountains are beautiful and sunny." I took off my clothes and went swimming with bare arms. Our feet crossed up and down on the water and kept splashing water. We had a good time, so uncomfortable and comfortable.

La la la, our happy songs resounded through the sky. My friend and I walked along a muddy path and climbed a hill against the rustling autumn wind. There is a pool of mud in front of us. My companion pushed me down and mixed me with mud. I quickly got up, lest they run away, and dragged a few down to accompany me. I splashed them left and right, and mud splashed on them. Although they all looked together, they threw them at me.

Gradually, the spring and autumn passed, and the cold winter came soon. I rubbed my little red hand and breathed in one breath. It was snowing like goose feather outside, but the snow didn't dampen our enthusiasm. We are all wearing gloves and big cotton-padded jackets, and our tomato-like faces are filled with the excitement of making a snowman. The washbasin became a hat, the radish became a nose, and the rag became a scarf. Everything is ready. After two hours of construction, we are all ready.

Looking at my ridiculous "masterpiece", I couldn't help laughing. It was a cold winter night, but the laughter of my partner broke the silence of the night, and the enthusiasm of my partner melted it all!

Hot summer, rustling autumn wind and cold "warm" winter. These are all childhood memories. Thinking of these things when I was a child triggered my infinite reverie. Alas, it's time to bid farewell to childhood-childhood! It is the truth in the dream, the dream in the real world, and the tearful smile when recalling.

Looking back at the excellent composition 1 1 "Blue slate, blue slate, copper nails on bluestone board, shining at night?"

When I was a child, I used to enjoy the cool in front of my house on summer nights. I always like to lie in my mother's arms and look at the stars. My mother always moves out this old-fashioned ballad to tease me.

The dark sky is full of stars, as if someone accidentally sprinkled more sesame seeds when baking sesame cakes. I have been wondering why the stars in the East and the West, whispering together, pushed Vega out of the collective. Look at her, how lonely she is. A magical arc crossed the dim sky, like a brocade thread thrown by a weaver girl. In a blink of an eye, my mother smiled and said, "Really?" Silly boy, that's a wishing meteor. ""Can I pick it up and make a wish? "Mom smiled and everyone was happy. Even the little stars in the sky blinked playfully.

After a while, I really "picked up" a lot of stars-in a big washbasin full of clear water, suddenly dim and twinkling stars gathered together wonderfully.

"Mom, come on, I found the stars, which are full of pots."

Mom came over with a smile and deliberately covered the starlight with her body: "Where is it, my little baby?" Now, I am dumbfounded. Why did all the stars run away when mom came?

The stars fell into the basin like lightning. I was so excited that my little hand rubbed my pants hard and folded my hands carefully, ready to catch some big and bright stars for my mother.

Oh, interesting childhood, interesting stars, one day I will pick you up, sew it on my mother's clothes and embroider it in my mother's heart.

Comments: Starting with nursery rhymes makes the article full of happy childlike interest from the beginning. Only children have such imagination. Childlike talk, interest. The expression and action description are very childlike and memorable.

Looking back on the excellent composition 12 Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and separation is just around the corner. Even if you catch everything, you can't catch time. The deceased, like a husband, stayed up all night, looking back as if it were only yesterday.

Is the beginning of the first grade the arrival of happiness or the foreshadowing of separation? I only remember that ignorant children walked around the world at that time, and the shadow of happiness was like a shadow, but I couldn't figure out the difference. I leafed through the photos of memories. That year, we laughed very sweetly.

The arrival of the second grade ushered in a slightly sensible teenager. Looking at the scenes in front of him, he grew up gradually. Is this growth to protect yourself from separation, or to make the pain of parting more unforgettable?

The third grade brings understanding, which makes people realize what difference is, and also understands that people have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. It was difficult to accomplish in ancient times. Parting is an inevitable difficulty. Like a sharp knife that deprives you of your memory, your memory will be eroded continuously. Do you know the fact that you will eventually part, let people leave or hold on?

The fourth grade is like a separated devil, as if to cut off all the memories of the past. It waved a sickle and prepared to cut down a tree. This inevitable weapon is cut off, which makes people afraid of separation.

It's the fifth grade, only one year left. Time goes by like running water, and the fallen flowers deliberately flow without mercy. Maybe looking back, I can still see those smiling faces.

Looking back at the excellent composition 13 Looking back at September, it sounds like a very ordinary month, but there is an unforgettable holiday, that is, Teacher's Day on September 10.

As the saying goes, once a teacher, always a father. From the first grade of primary school to the second grade of junior high school, every teacher of mine is as kind as a blessing. In late summer and early autumn, Teacher's Day came quietly with sweet-scented osmanthus, which reminded me of Teacher's Day on September 10, 2000.

On that day, most students in our class handed the greeting card to the teacher who taught our class. The greeting card was full of praise and blessing sentences, and then began to write. Tick-tock always takes a vigorous step and never stops. Looking at the white hair on your temples, I always have unspeakable cherish in my heart. My dear teacher, that's the destination of chalk choice, but it dyed your black hair white. I want to tell you this year.

You are the rain and dew in spring. In every spring when everything recovers, you moisten our dry heart, water our heart and give us vitality and vigor.

You are a thunderstorm in summer. In every summer of thunder and lightning, you inspire us to forge ahead and work hard, warning us of helplessness. Facing all kinds of difficulties and setbacks in life, you are persistent and brave. You are the rainbow after the rain, giving us blessings and hopes. You are the autumn fragrance in summer. In every bleak autumn, you give up smoking and let us know the spirit and connotation of King Flower. In the realm, we should coldly warn the truth and hope.

You are the plum blossom in the dead of winter. In every cold winter, you stand tall and teach us tenacity and perseverance with your own actions. You are also the sunshine in winter, giving us warmth and care.

Every time I leave, I can always think of the way you sobbed. I only vaguely remember that since you are a new substitute teacher for the first time, the school suggested dividing classes. We are reluctant to leave you, and you hold us and cry like a child.

Looking back at September, looking back at Teacher's Day on September 10th every year, this great and special festival, looking back at our most beloved teacher, I want to cheer for you. You are the most beloved person in my life.

Listen, we are shouting with our hearts, teacher, we love you. September, September every year, is also the 30 days we never forget, because in these 30 days, there is a biggest and most exciting festival for students, that is, September 10 Teacher's Day.