Help write 3 Chinese compositions at the second grade level

Long live youth

Listen to your own songs and weave the fairy tale of your dreams. Our life is simple, happy and beautiful.

Do what you like and work hard to realize your dreams. Life is short and time is gone forever. Youth is like a napkin that holds a heart-to-heart relationship. It will be broken in a bucket and it will be incomplete. Clench your hands and pray to God devoutly. God, slow down your hurried pace, because I prefer to lie on the grass and listen to Jay Chou's "My Place".

I always feel that my youth is like a paper airplane made by the little boy next door. The wind comes, bringing me colorful dreams and colorful memories. So, I started to go crazy, started to be irritable, started to be ugly, and even tried to start my own love. Mom said, bury them deep in your heart, don't be bothered by the charming shell of youth, complete what you need to do, and you will discover the deeper connotation of youth.

Youth belongs to madness and rebellion, and youth belongs to us. To love youth is to love life and life.

I was tapping the keyboard crazily, holding the microphone and shouting loudly, "In my territory, you have to listen to me." This is my youth, the youth that belongs to me. My little sister looked at me strangely, she didn’t understand, she was too pure; my uncle stared at me with disgust, he didn’t understand, his composition was too complicated. Only I understand, because youth only belongs to me.

I can shout loudly in a cinema where "Initial D" is being shown, Kyousuke (Edison Chen), come on, come on, come on, it doesn't matter even if you are regarded as a fool by others and kicked out of the cinema; or you can Run in the heavy rain and release yourself to your heart's content. Even if I am regarded as crazy by passers-by, it is not a big deal because I have youth.

Hahahaha, youth is like this, so impermanent, so crazy.

I dreamed that I was standing on Mount Everest, at an altitude of 8,848 meters. I jumped into the air, waved my arms, and jumped down. The wind blew by my ears. They said: I really I'm jealous of you because you have youth.

When the refreshing autumn wind blows the sky higher and higher, when the strange children look away at the last south-flying goose, when the green leaves on the branches change to orange, when a little sourness has touched the branches, then It’s the time when the chrysanthemums are fragrant again.

After the rain, the sky is clear

It drizzled all night, and the sky was so cloudy that it was almost dripping with water.

At the end of the misty sky, there is a wisp of desolate smoke and a few residual red. The bunch of early cherry blossoms slowly floated into the mud, letting out a lonely sigh. Occasionally a jackdaw touched the water, but was startled by the sound seeping in the wind and flew high.

I stood in front of the station, brushing away the raindrops that had fallen on my hair. The rainy days and the failure of several exams made me feel restless. As if to suit my bad mood, the rain seemed to be heavier than before. ?The wind blew away the coughing behind me, as if the ground was covered with gold. I subconsciously turned around and saw a little boy who was only as tall as my shoulders and an old man with sporadic white hair. Probably parents picking up their children from school, I thought to myself. The child took the schoolbag from the old man sensibly, put it on his back, and then supported the old man. The movement was so swift that I couldn't help but be shocked. The child didn't say a word, but his concern was conveyed to me, the bystander. A warm feeling of family affection.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Along with a cold touch on the back of my neck, an apology rang in my ears. I turned around in surprise, and saw a middle-aged woman putting away her umbrella with some frayed corners and smiling apologetically at me. She was carrying a full vegetable basket with a satisfied smile. There was almost no sign of anxiety in her body as she waited for the bus. When I met her eyes again, I seemed to see my mother cooking in the smoke-filled kitchen, and I suddenly felt the urge to cry.

I am always like this. I always complain when I encounter some setbacks, but I often forget that I am always surrounded by warm family affection. The delicious meals on the table are the good mood and small talk brought by my mother. A joke from time to time was the good mood my father brought me.

In the cultivation of family love, isn't such a good mood enough to dispel the dissatisfaction in my heart?

In our lives, there are so many things that can bring us a good mood, but you have never discovered that when we are melancholy in the wind and rain, don’t forget that after the rain, the light in the sky can bring happiness The beauty of the rainbow in your good mood. When we fail, we must not forget to silently pray in our hearts for our loved ones to have a good mood.

With a low cheer from the crowd and a rainbow appearing above the last few drops of rain, the bus arrived. Everyone got on the bus with smiles on their faces. I organized my thoughts and prepared to give a bright smile to my mother who was waiting for me to come home. I hoped that my smile would bring her the best mood.

The Highlights of Flying

I am a little bird. I want to fly but I can’t fly high. ——Inscription

Another fall from the sky caused me to be covered in bruises and pain. Maybe my birth was a mistake, embodying the greatest shame of a bird - I can't fly. But I longed to fly. With my mother’s love, I insisted on practicing flying. I had to be strong for myself and my mother. Although I carry the greatest shame of a bird, I have my bright spots - I am strong and brave!

Suddenly there was a thunderstorm, and the mother was still looking for insects for her daughter, but she did not come back. "Mom, hurry up. Come back, I hope nothing happens to you..." I shouted in the nest. After a while, my mother was still missing.

For the sake of my mother, I decided to fly out. I ignored my friends’ dissuasion and insisted on flying out. With a "hoo" sound, I failed again, and I fell from the sky again. No, I want to be strong, I am not willing to fail, I want to fly, I want to find my mother back.

Suddenly, the rain stopped, a rainbow hung in the sky, and I took off. In the distance, a tired shadow is my mother. "Mom, I can fly, Mom, I can fly!" I shouted happily while flying towards my mother. My mother smiled and waved to me.

"My dear child, you have finally overcome the difficulties with your bright spots. Remember, child, no matter what you do, never give up and learn to be strong."

Every day , I fly out like my mother, flying high and far away, looking for the most beautiful bugs. Sometimes I would catch bugs for my mother to eat and feed the bugs into my mother's mouth. My mother smiled so sweetly...

I finally learned to fly. It was my strength and bravery that made me fly. It gave me the joy of flying, and I overcame difficulties with my own highlights.

I nestled in my mother's arms, and my mother said: "My child, your bright spot was given to you by God. May you keep this bright spot and create a better tomorrow!"