My senior one composition

In daily study, work or life, many people sometimes write compositions, which can be divided into narrative, explanatory, practical and argumentative according to different genres. In order to make your writing easier and more convenient, the following are seven senior one compositions I have carefully arranged, hoping to help you.

My senior one composition 1 twelfth lunar month is the happiest moment for my partners and the most lively time in the village. People's noisy voices are sometimes like chorus, sometimes like a pot of cooked soybean milk, which fills villages and alleys from morning till night.

The weather in December is often cloudy and green. It was a rare sunny day for several days, and grandma began to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new. At that time, I was in a particularly good mood, laughing all day, like a clown. I saw grandma move out the furniture such as tables and chairs neatly and kept scrubbing. I joined in, always making soap bubbles fly all over the sky.

December of the lunar calendar is the busiest day for business. In front of the store, several children have played with firecrackers, or a bang startled me, or two "sou-bang-"made people cover their ears with nervousness. I am always eager to play this thrilling little red cannon!

Look, there is a sea of people in front of the counter! There are many new year's goods piled up in the shop, some horizontally and some vertically. Shops that are not too big are even more crowded. After a day's walk, the boss's face turned red, just like drinking wine. The staff in the shop are very busy. They are always smiling.

Whenever thick snow covers the roof of my house, tall trees and smooth bluestones, I will invite several good friends to play in the snow. When I find some icicles, I will break them off without thinking, put them in my mouth and suck them with relish, and then throw up immediately. Stand up and run again, and warm your hands with the big hot air. Although it is cold, my heart is still warm. When my whole body began to get hot again, I felt better, and I slid along the frozen river again. It seems that we are the only people in the world. After playing enough, I ran and danced all the way home. Someone told a few jokes in the room, which made the whole family burst into laughter. The room was filled with all kinds of scents and bursts of laughter.

Grandpa always sticks red Spring Festival couplets on the doors and windows. Whenever this happens, I always rush to help. At the same time, Grandpa posted a red paper evenly on the back, waiting for Grandpa to get it. Grandpa always touches his beard and praises me as "smart".

In this way, the last day of the twelfth lunar month, in this burst of jubilant firecrackers, entered a year of glory and perfection-unforgettable.

My youth is scattered all over the floor, like an enchanting rose. You know it has thorns, but you are willing to leave a touch of purples for it and then dye your world red.

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Sometimes, I think, if only I could do it all over again. However, adding the word if before anything is equivalent to talking in your sleep, and reality will always kill your if cruelly.

I have known her for a long time. I don't know how long it has been. It seems like a century. The first time I met her was incredible. That afternoon, I panted to the tea shop at the end of the street and said, "Handsome boy, have a cup of bubble tea."

"Oh." She answered.

A few minutes later, she sent the milk tea to me, raised a smile on her mouth and said lightly, "Here, I'm a woman." I'm speechless, this, this can blame me? She has a boy's head, her ears are exposed, her clothes are too neutral, and most importantly, she just turns her back on me. "This, this sorry. Hehe. " I smirked to hide my embarrassment. She shrugged and said, "Nothing, my name is Qing, and you? Make a friend. "

"Oh, my name is ling. Nice to meet you. " I said with a smile. In this way, we met. Sunny, she is actually very beautiful, but she dresses like a boy. Sometimes I treat her like a boy. That's why it happened. One day, the two of us went to the park to play. When we walked into the park, the conversation of a group of gangsters sitting on stone benches came to our ears. "You see, they are disgusting. Alas, homosexuality is terrible. " One of the punks said. "Yes, it's disgusting. I'm going to throw up, and their hands are still clenched. " Another gangster echoed. I can't listen to it anymore. I can't stand their cynicism. I ran to them and said angrily, "hey, asshole, you are sick." You are gay. " "Kid sister, don't be angry. I don't discriminate against homosexuals. However, I ask you not to come out, it will scare others. " When the man finished, the gangsters around him were laughing. Looking at their faces, I feel dizzy. I said, "What about holding hands? I have worse things. " I pulled Sang Ni to my side and kissed her on the cheek when she panicked. The gangsters shouted a few times and left in a friendly way. Say that finish, green squatting on the ground, tears drop by drop. I pulled her up, hugged her and said, "Sunny, don't cry, I don't like to see you cry." "Ling, I'm sorry, right ..." Sunny said while crying.

Since then, Sunny has never left a boy's head. She has long hair, and instead of wearing neutral clothes, she has put on a beautiful long skirt. Even so, she is still sunny and my best friend. We still stick together as before, listening to songs and buying clothes together. However, the more beautiful things are, the easier it is to disappear, but we can't do anything to keep them, so it dispersed, slipped away and left us.

I still can't forget the day when you told me you were leaving. Hearing this, my heart suddenly panicked. I cried and told you that I couldn't leave. You didn't speak, but shook your head helplessly. Finally, we hugged and cried.

Finally, you left, and you still left. In that snowy winter, you left me.

Many times, I am recalling those days. Youth floated by my feet at that time. However, in the end, I understand that I can't go back, just like I will never touch the flowing youth.

My childhood is naive, just like a piece of pure white paper, it is the easiest to draw the most beautiful pictures.

It was in the second grade of primary school. On a Saturday morning, my parents went out to do farm work without cooking. They asked me to look after the house and said I would go home and cook later. I played alone for a while and felt bored. It happened that my neighbor and friend Li Rui was alone at home, and we were playing games at the gate. I don't know how long it has been playing, but the two adults haven't come back yet, and we are both hungry. I couldn't help it. Suddenly, I saw many peaches sprouting from the leaves on my neighbor's peach tree. They were red and ripe. I suggested, "Shall we pick some peaches to satisfy our hunger?" Li Rui also clapped his hands in favor. We took a bamboo pole and knocked some peaches under the tree. After dinner, we went home.

When my parents came home and the family was having breakfast, I suddenly heard my neighbor's uncle shouting at the door, "which girl hit my peach?" Adults should educate you. Don't let her learn to steal. " Dad looked at me and said, "Is that you?" I faltered and said, "I didn't." Dad said seriously, "children can't take other people's things casually. It's stealing, and others will look down upon it."

I've been very upset all day. I stole peaches from my uncle's house. I'm afraid people will call me a thief. I had a nightmare at night. Many children pointed at me and shouted, "thief!" Thief! We don't play with thieves! " I was so scared that I burst into tears. My parents came in and asked, "What's the matter? What happened? What happened to my daughter? " I told the story of the morning with tears in my eyes. My father said, "It's wrong for you to beat peaches without telling your uncle, but it's good for you to admit your mistake." Shall I take you to apologize to your uncle tomorrow? "

The next morning, my father took me to my neighbor's uncle's house to apologize. Uncle said: "children are not sensible, as long as they know that they can't take other people's things casually." My uncle also praised me as an honest boy and picked me a big bag of peaches as a reward.

Since then, I have learned what stealing is and that honesty is the basic principle of being a man.

My senior one composition 4 I am 15 years old. I 15 years old, my dream 15 years, my harvest 15 years ... in the long and short 15 years, I learned a lot, but I also lost a lot. I seem to have lost something important. I am deeply disturbed by its loss. What is this? Where is it? I haven't asked when I can find my lost world.

Meditation spring

I have always thought that spring is a season of meditation and introspection. I walked home with a 70-point physics test paper. I have always been bad at physics, and I often "fall behind" in exams. Who would have thought that this time I got 70 points for the first time? Although there are many people who surpass me. But there are also some people behind me who can be described as "more than enough". Right? I will bring good news to my mother after school.

The room is quiet. I just remembered that my mother won't get off work so early. But why hasn't my third-grade sister come back yet? Is it time for school? I opened the door gently, and I was surprised to find that she had fallen asleep, and there was a glistening east Lu on her face, which was a tear mark. I was surprised and approached her. I found a math test paper full of tears on her elbow: 97 points. I was so shocked that I couldn't help touching my 70-point test paper. Looking at my sister's crystal tears.

"Aren't you ashamed? Are you me? " I asked myself, blaming myself, "Are you the competitive me when I was a child ..."

I vaguely realized what I had lost, just vaguely.

torrid summer

I think it is very hot this summer.

I rode my bike to buy sorbet, saved a 50-cent coin and naughtily rolled into the sewer. I didn't pick it up, and I don't want to. "Big Brother, your money!" When I was about to leave with a sorbet in my mouth, a child's voice rang in my ear. Turning my head, I saw a chubby little boy with a muddy coin in his hand. "Hate. I made a coin in one hand and lit the car and left. When I turned around, the boy bit his lip and still stood there. Suddenly, my face felt very hot and sweat dripped from my head, even though I was still eating sorbet.

"You threw it away." A voice said, what is it? I don't know.

Depressed autumn

I watched the video, and my mother didn't know.

I came home very late, and my mother has been waiting for me to eat. "Why do you go to school so late tonight?" Mother asked softly. "Oh, no, I went to my classmate's house." I think my answer will definitely arouse others' doubts, but my mother didn't get suspicious. She just said softly, "Come and eat, it's getting cold. Why didn't my mother get suspicious? Maybe I am still an honest child in her mind. But do you think your son lied to you just now? I cheated you with your trust! Mom one after another.

I had a bitter meal. Why was I so honest in primary school, but now I am like this? Well, there used to be, but now there isn't ...

I seem to know what it is!

Winter of repentance

It often snows in winter and the road is slippery in winter. This hateful snow made me knock an old lady to the ground. She groaned and didn't get up, as if she were hurt. I was confused at that time, thinking in my mind: Do I have to lose money? Shall I help her up? Egged on by my friend, I fled the scene in panic.

I can't sleep at night, and there is a great conflict between good and evil. But it was a big mistake because I ran away. I think if I were young, I wouldn't run away. I don't know why, when I was a child, it seemed to be the "it" related to 0 again. I dreamed of God, and he didn't punish me or send me to hell, because he replied, "You are not too bad, because you know you have lost something very important!" " "

What did you find?

What did I miss? Looking for what? What I left behind was childlike innocence, and what I was looking for was childlike innocence. I will wipe away the dust of childlike innocence and preserve its innocence, kindness and honesty forever.

Everyone will have their favorite career. Some people like to be stewardesses, others like to be nurses, and my favorite occupation is people's teacher.

When I was a child, my teacher asked me what my future career would be. I bowed my head and said shyly, "I want to be a teacher who is loved by my classmates like you." Later, as I grew up, I became more and more sure that my future career was to be a teacher. Especially in the open history class of senior one, my history teacher asked me what I wanted to do in the future. I said in a strong and firm voice, "I want to be a teacher and your classmate." My history teacher smiled at that time and encouraged me with her gentle and affirmative words, telling me to work hard and put wings on my ideal.

Today, I am still working hard for my future career. I study my professional knowledge and skills seriously every day, hoping to stand on the three-foot platform one day and realize my childhood wish.

I want to be a teacher for many reasons. At first, I might like the benefits of being a teacher. For example, there are winter and summer vacations, weekends, high wages and so on. But now I prefer the value brought by this profession. Three generations of gentlemen. Teaching and educating people is the bounden duty of teachers. I like children's eyes eager for knowledge; I like to travel in the ocean of knowledge with my children, so I am tireless and enjoy it; I like living among teenagers who are always in their prime, so that I can tell myself that even if my appearance is no longer young, my heart must be young, because my life is full of young people in their prime.

I like teaching as a profession. I don't want to be famous all over the world, but I want peaches and plums all over the world. Maybe one day you will see me in the classroom. At that time, I must be standing on the three-foot platform, using the knowledge I have learned all my life, taking the flowers of my motherland to a better tomorrow!

Reading Composition 6 of Grade One always wakes me up, but the ordinary world brought by Lu Yao is the most worthy of my meditation. That world is also worth everyone's experience.

We are an ordinary individual from birth, living in this ordinary world and living an ordinary life. Sadness, joy, separation and harmony.

But there will always be some people who live their brightest lives in a humiliating world. For Sun Shaoping, having a free soul is extraordinary, but he is an ordinary miner. Down-to-earth, from nothing to contracting brick factories, and then to becoming a "farmer entrepreneur", that is Sun Shaoan's extraordinary; I have been feeling life with a deeply entangled hometown complex and a heavy sense of life, and I have finished a novel with a million words-Ordinary World, which shows the contemporary urban and rural social life in a panoramic way, which is extraordinary for Lu Yao.

It's cloudy and slightly cold outside the window. I curled up at the window, holding an ordinary world in my hand. On the last page, with the railway line, my thoughts drifted to the Loess Plateau.

The sky above is blue, and the loess below. My first impression of the people here is simplicity and hard work, but the Loess Plateau is like a clown who doesn't care about people's food and clothing. In the middle of the night, countless people repeatedly counted their expenses in the moonlight, sighing like chicken feathers. At that time, food and clothing and poverty were always problems. What impressed me the most was the opening, perhaps because of the current environment, I had a great reflection in my heart: A, B and C, two kinds of sorghum bread, represented three different social classes. Students don't have enough to eat and don't have to read books. There are only backward education system and endless labor force. And contemporary us, paralyzed by happiness, don't know what happiness is. Happiness is playing mobile phone until dark? Is happiness a matter of reaching for food and opening your mouth? Is happiness the satisfaction that others cast envious eyes when wearing famous brands? Oh! But it's not!

For those teenagers on the Loess Plateau, happiness is a book secretly held in their arms, happiness is a few white-flour steamed buns, and happiness is a hiccup from their throat and eyes. But it was such a small expectation that at that time, it became an extravagant hope.

The evil claws of poverty and suffering are constantly reaching out to the family crowded in the dilapidated cave. They never bow their heads easily, and they never give in to fate easily. In this way, Sun Shaoping carried a bag full of family hopes and set foot on the road to a strange city alone. To survive, but also for his unruly soul. Although life is hard, he has really changed in this dark world. After many hardships, Sun Shaoan finally built this kiln. The prosperous business made him straighten up, and his father Sun was very relieved. Everyone is an ordinary person, but "the most ordinary person must also fight for the existence of his world."

The fallen leaves floated down and my thoughts came back to my eyes. I seem to understand something. There is still a long way to go, and I will continue to fight for my dream. Unconsciously, I turned back to the title page and savored it again.

My senior one composition 7, Loyalty and Foolishness, has become the envy of koi fish by virtue of her good luck, and Xiao Hong has her own golden age with confidence. But other people's things are always for reference. In this era, I also have my own life goals.

In this day and age,

Learn to listen to your heart. The most terrible thing is not how far, how difficult and how difficult the future is. But I don't know what I want. If you have no future in your heart, you will feel that the future is dark, you don't know where to start and do nothing. But it's not that there is no desire, just that I can't see what I want. People who do evil have their own desires. Someone told me that I don't care about anything, so I have nothing to do. I gave him some horrible futures and asked him if he wanted his future to be like this. The answer is no. If you want something you hate not to happen, isn't that a desire? Listen to your inner voice and ask yourself what you want? The desire in your heart is the source of struggle.

In this era, I want to learn to be responsible for myself. Be responsible for your actions and future. There is a limit to human behavior. Once it exceeds the limit, it is easy to cause harm to yourself and others, so think twice before you do, and make all preparations. Zhou Youwang laughed and called Bomeiren a "bonfire play vassal" and regarded the rules as decoration. Finally, I lost my country and paid a painful price for it. When dealing with people, you should be clear about the consequences of your words and deeds and whether you are ready to bear it.

In this era, I should learn to relax myself. This is a highly competitive society, and we need to constantly strive to keep ourselves from staying at the bottom of society. And people's endurance is limited. In such a competitive society, we may not be able to bear all the negative emotions. We should learn to relax ourselves briefly, let go of ourselves and accept the new sunshine, so that we can struggle better.

In this era, I want to learn and don't forget your initiative. Tao Yuanming, a gentleman who only loves flowers, is a lotus flower, which emerges from the mud but is not stained, clear but not demon. In this colorful era, I must learn to resist temptation and stick to my original heart. Growth is to make people better adapt to this society, not to make people forget that their hearts are like mirrors.

In this era, although I can't transform this society, I can't be dominated by it.