Senior three youth composition

In normal study, work or life, everyone has written a composition, and you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following are eight compositions of senior three youth collected by me, which are for reference only and I hope to help you.

I feel a little bored tonight. I had a holiday after yesterday. I didn't go out today, and my head was tossed around by the turbid air in the room. I just started playing Super Mario, which is very popular in my class. Because of a classmate's mistake in class, I stopped my popularity and enthusiasm for the game. Now it's fun again, mostly out of helplessness and boredom. Because I felt that the game could not completely paralyze my troubled mind, I dug out the MP3 which had been useless for a long time. There were many songs in it, so I released them one by one to temporarily stop my pain, just like an ice injury, just for a moment's pleasure. One song after another is changing. When a melody begins, at first, an inexplicable feeling comes to mind, and then the memory becomes clear with Miss Teresa Teng's singing. There is a sentence in my classmate's book written by one person: time flies, I only care about you. I have been reluctant to touch on this topic, so as not to appear pretentious, but some true feelings are trapped in my heart for fear of secular vision, which is another unforgivable sin. I stopped the game in my hand and thought of those days in senior three, but my heart was full of sadness. At that time, I didn't really understand the meaning of senior three, and I was still doing what I wanted to do. Learning is like seeing the leaves floating on the water, thinking that you can do great things by picking them up, but you don't know that the gold buried in the depths of the water needs hardship to take out. Of course, these regrets have been over for a long time now, and I miss the youth that is gone forever.

Only when I become natural in familiar circles can I release my relatively true self. Therefore, under the quiet appearance, my hidden rebellion and frolicking will only be clear after drinking with me. In senior three, I once sat at the same table with a boy for a week in order to sit behind Shakespeare. Later, I always sat in the aisle next to him. The position of the front row changes every week, except the last row. Later, I got used to this posture. The girls in the front row also had great communication with me. Since childhood, we like to tell others that you escaped from Pengjiaqiao again. Because there is a mental hospital in Pengjiaqiao. After that, the boy humorously teased the girls in front, and they named him the president of the mental hospital. I don't know when I became vice president. Since then, the hospital has been expanding, with the number one patient Elizabeth, other patients who hold up half the sky in our hospital, head nurse Huang, director Wan and so on. When we have nothing to do, we tell funny jokes and tease each other, and the days are very leisurely. I raise money to eat "Little Shenyang" almost every day, and I live comfortably. I don't feel nervous, bored and depressed at all.

That boy is thin and short. I only appreciate his humor occasionally, but I'd rather watch him laugh with others than listen to him say a word to me alone. But I can always hear my name often appear in his conversations with others. He will always say something like I am stupid, so that I don't dislike the content, but I don't want him to, because someone in the class has noticed his feelings for me. Because I hate gossip, but fortunately he has a gossip girlfriend, so I have been joking about this relationship, so as not to make it indifferent to deepen my embarrassment. I called that girl "Mrs. Dean", which also lightened my burden a little. Of course, I can still hear the voice that is not as good as I want. I just smirked and prevaricated, and then I couldn't hear it, which was a bit of an illusion. As the days passed, I didn't think it was necessary to write a yearbook, but Elizabeth gave it to me as a birthday present, so I had to accept it. I don't know what his quirks are. When I gave him my classmate's and Elizabeth's books, he came back and said he wouldn't write them.

I'll take it back and continue to wait for the written classmate record. When I had a few pieces in my hand, he let me have a look and said, give me one. After several struggles, he finally returned the written classmate record to me. He didn't leave his real name in the name office, and the words behind left me speechless. After reading it, I still pretended to be a relaxed joke and put it among my classmates at will. Life seems to be as calm as before he wrote the yearbook, but in fact I have shown a strong sense of alienation from him, which lasted for some time. After that, I knew that I was getting colder and more disgusted, so I waited for the college entrance examination slowly. Just after the college entrance examination, I came to the school to attend the graduation ceremony, got my diploma, and met him again. He told me that the exam was poor. What should I do? I don't know if he understands that I am in a worse mood for the results of the college entrance examination, but he still said a few words casually, expressionless and even bored, and the content has been completely forgotten so far. Then he went back to where he should go and wrote a classmate record like a dead man. Then I realized that I had been rereading before listening to the song, and I had forgotten those times in the following days. I opened the alumni records again, and there were traces of happiness at that time. The title of "vice president" is still abrupt on some pages, which makes me feel uneasy. Another period of youth flows through the long river of life like water, which is gone forever. Those faded childishness may be remembered in the future, and no one can hide his shyness. I'm still destined for the future. I used to be young and fleeting, but now I have emotional memories because I am fearless and have good feelings. However, in "Water under the Bridge", the water flowing from the east is gone forever, so I have to collect my pen freely and be glad to have those past youth that have gone like water.

Time flies, another day of parting. It seems that we are playing a book called Youth since youth chased us.

High school time is the purest in our eyes. At that time, we were innocent and always grinned and laughed silly. Wearing school uniforms every day, complaining: "Why wear school uniforms? We want to show our style. " However, now we are beginning to miss those green lines, our school uniforms and skirts, our alma mater and our youth.

The alma mater is ordinary, just as we are so ordinary. The alma mater is great, because it lets us know that three years of cold window is only for dreams. We are full of youth here; Here, we struggle heartily; Here, we have forged the purest friendship in our lives. Youth is half bright and half sad. We used to complain that she was bad, that she was too harsh on us and that she couldn't finish her homework, but today, those dissatisfaction and resentment seem to be the most beautiful memories. Because of the alma mater, it confirms our lush years. There is a saying that you may not understand her beauty when you get it, but when you lose it, you realize that the things you think you don't care about have already become the deepest brand in your heart.

I remember that at that time, we had to run long distances between classes every day, almost reluctantly moving our steps and mumbling some of our "* * * knowledge". We ran together talking and laughing, feeling that the runway was so long and far away that it seemed endless. Every time we finish running, we help each other upstairs, and we are very tired. However, now that I think about it, the runway is actually not that long, because we ran on this road before we could count the steps. On graduation day, my good friend suggested that we run on the plastic track for another three years, and I followed her to the track. We ran as before, talking and laughing, but we finished running before we finished. At that moment, we cried, not because we were tired, but because we were young and separated.

When the leaves fall, I remember its richness, and when the flowers wither, I remember its beauty. On graduation day, we can wear clothes that we have dreamed of for three years. However, that day, I still couldn't help putting on that simple "green" and came to the campus. I actually saw that group of "greens", and my heart was warmed by that group of "greens". It turns out that we all want to keep the last tenderness and seize the tail of youth.

At the graduation ceremony, there was that classic song: It's sad to leave. It's just around the corner, but say goodbye. Goodbye won't be too far. If it is fate, we can look forward to tomorrow. You and I will meet again in that brilliant season ... yes, not too far away. However, why did it come so fast? Why do we feel that something has disappeared before we catch it? We try to save more memories, hoping that parting will not be so sad.

On the students' records, there are blessings and agreements, but we can't write the youth we have walked together, because we all know that this wonderful time can only be felt but not written. Let's go to the big tree at the campus gate together and make a sincere wish: the big tree can record our growth and friendship.

We may have to go our separate ways, and we may have to experience youth, but in those years, the youth we walked together has turned into a star and hung in the air, illuminating our future path!

Youth is a full journey, beautiful, special and unique. It is also a lonely journey, it is ruthless, it is bumpy and it is fearless. Zhang Ailing once said-Be famous before it's too late. It means to make good use of good time to eat, drink and enjoy life, and don't live up to this youth-the most lush years in life.

At present, we are all in the sensitive life stage of adolescence, and sometimes an unintentional word from others will hurt our self-esteem; Students will lose self-confidence by casual comparison; Explicit criticism from friends will aggravate inferiority. We have been growing up, but we are afraid of the strange eyes of passers-by along the way, so we stop moving forward and have no courage to change. Shouldn't youth be reckless and frivolous? What's the point of such youth when you are always bound by other people's opinions? We are growing up in this youth, and the courage to change is the first step. We don't know if many people have the same experience as me. A long time ago, I was a dull, boring, unintelligible, rustic and shy person, and few classmates made friends with me. The three years in junior high school can be said to be embarrassing for me. When I first entered high school, I was still in that state, a picture of life close to me, but the situation was completely opposite to that of junior high school. Many students I didn't know at that time were willing to take the initiative to talk to me, communicate and even tell the truth. To tell you the truth, I'm flattered. Two years later, we experienced acquaintance, acquaintance, talk, acquaintance and lovesickness, and developed into friends who I now think have a good relationship. When I was young and confused and didn't know how to move forward, they helped me and gave me a chance to change myself. Let me be the person I yearn for-confident and cheerful. No longer mind the ridicule or puzzled eyes of others, dare to be true to yourself. People's growth is not quick success and instant benefit, and the precipitation of years is enough to make a person thoroughly remould oneself. I am in the lush youth. Maybe when I am dying in the future, I will dig out this piece of youth that I have treasured for many years, and still experience everything without regrets and meet you in the best years.

Youth is like a mighty heavy rain, and the sound of rain keeps coming and going. When it came, the lightning retreated and it was unprepared. It is short-lived, just inclined, and even the flowering period is a quarter; It is profound. What washes away in the rain is your fear of the unknown, and all you remember is the carefree running in the rain. This is cunning and makes you muddy and lost in your future choices. Every minute is the footsteps of youth. We can't keep this short-lived beauty, so we have to try our best to enrich our youth with other beauty, let it bloom and make it perfect. We all have a lot of things we want to say but dare not say, things we want to do but dare not do, friends we want to make but dare not make ... what are we afraid of? Let's fight while we are young. It is because you are young that you have the courage to do things, to be impulsive, and not to be fettered by trivial matters around you. You know, youth never goes back. Xin Qiji's "Old Lady Chatting with Teenagers" is a review of youth. In his later years, he was very lonely. He recalled his high spirits when he was young and felt more and more. Du Qiuniang would rather give up her robe than live up to her youth. This is an exhortation, and so should we.

It will take us six years and two or three years to enter the university. Wave goodbye to the unforgettable past, and pull the luggage full of young and fearless blood to the unknown distance. Some people say that our journey is a sea of stars, and we will never return until we reach our destination; It is also said that it is so convenient to choose a person to live in a city. Vigorous is not luxury, but plain. In the rainy season of 17 years old, we have drawn a blueprint for our future life. In the days when we were still laughing, youth has passed. We don't even know what unforgettable differences, rebellions, falls, friendships ... in our youth, the most unscrupulous age, are enough to sum up our lost youth. Don't! Our youth should not be so gloomy.

We love youth as much as we love ice cream in summer. If we don't do the right thing at the right time, regrets and regrets will turn into a pool of weak water with the beauty of aging. Many people may never understand this life, but everyone can have a regretless youth. Just like a late movie, as long as the audience is still there, we still greet the happy ending with laughter and wind without knowing the beginning of the story, just like you and I, or plain or shining youth, are later than our confusion about the future. How dare we end without shouting the end! I wish you all have a beautiful youth worthy of your heart.

What is youth like? I touch with my hands, look around with my eyes and listen with my ears. Youth, like a vacuum, imprisons me in the season of 19 years old, floating fantasy.

Looking at my hand shadow under the desk lamp, my turbid pupil flashed, and I suddenly felt a little sad after understanding it. At this moment, light passes through my palm like a needle, and at the same time, after this moment, time slips away quietly. It turns out that what I can't let go of is youth.

On the desk, the sculpture of one of my stray dogs has a cute little mouth stuck up, which repeatedly reminds me of some memories: youth is seamless.

I have been on holiday for more than ten days. I suddenly realized that it took others more than ten days to see the sunshine, but I stayed here for more than ten days to appreciate my so-called sadness through the fragmented memory of pink gems. So when others hold heavy happiness in their hands, I look up at the sky empty-handed.

Today, I suddenly realized that the biggest punishment time gives lazy people is not to make them grow old, but to convince a person that they have lost too much in this life with the most vivid contrast.

Learning bothers me like fog. I still remember when I was on holiday, I made up my mind to make up my grades. To prove my determination, I beat the wall with my fist until my hands were red and swollen. Only then did I strengthen the authenticity of this determination, and then I ran to the roof and swore to the world with a loud voice: I must defeat myself.

I always look at everything with the greatest optimism, but this optimism has become a source of indulgence for my gloom.

I count my fingers, remembering the remaining days in my heart. Just like a gold digger, the meaning of time lies in the gravel flowing like gold, but I didn't find a grain of gold in this process, so I couldn't help crying. Then I looked back at these lost times, hoping to have a few memorable paragraphs like God and a few paragraphs worth calling, but I was more convinced in shame.

I am poor, because I always make mistakes and find reasons to forgive.

After blaming myself, I always try to make up for my inner self-confidence and the pain of my conscience with a little behavior. I will read one or two articles with the most sincere heart, such as "If you give me three days of light" by Helen Keller, and take at least one poor hour out of a day to comfort myself, so as to make up for my poor heart.

I found that I chose the wrong book, at least I shouldn't have the luck to read this sacred book, and I suddenly felt guilty. If you are not careful, you will feel inferior. Helen Keller's life is ten thousand times richer and more exciting than mine. Although she can't see the blue sky, although she can't hear the most beautiful birds, her thoughts are more beautiful than mine. She has no gorgeous appearance and superior external conditions. It took her only one year and four months to write down the sounds and pictures in her life. She struggled in the dark all her life. She wrote down her greatest wish with her sacred and pure thoughts-if she gave me three days of light. What a simple wish, because I already have it.

I am deeply impressed by her unyielding will, a person who never gives up looking for sunshine in the dark; I also deeply admire her lofty and sacred faith, a person who is hungry for knowledge in the consciousness of longing for communication; and ...

I don't know if I should remember everything she said, a noble soul who works hard to learn. But I can't finish remembering. Too many beautiful ideas are thrown into my dark blue mind like vague memories, so that I try to recall them, but I have no clue.

I don't know who said this sentence: "Only thoughts and love are out of control in this world, and reason and morality are pale and powerless in front of them." Maybe ideas really have such great charm, at least I can't forget them now.

I'm really, I'm surprised at her, but what surprises me is calm thinking, and what surprises me is self-unfriendly ridicule. Others have used their lives to build a spirit and soul that cannot be erased by time, and what about me? I feel a little lost and sad in my heart, and I feel the pain of my skin just like the pain of my cultivation and harvest. I once sowed the seeds of my dreams, but I was abandoned because of my laziness and negligence. Thinking of this, I am not even more moved by the philosophy of material happiness. Originally, I was an outspoken and shy person who shed tears in my loss.

For the future, I have been looking around in confusion; But today, I dodged in a panic.

I am a person who can't catch today. Looking back, apart from nostalgia, I understand the reason why time flies. Ten years have passed in a hurry, but I returned empty-handed, leaving no trace of youth under the sky of life.

Look up at the sun again, bathe in the sun, understand the loss in pain, and find the future in the loss.

I deeply understand the pain of youth without trace.

Only those who know that time is precious will cherish it. Only those who lose their youth because of cynicism have a growing pain: youth is traceless.

Senior three youth composition 5 Flowers bloom not for falling flowers, but for blooming more brilliantly; Efforts are not for success, but to make the struggling youth have no regrets and make life more meaningful.

In the third grade, I wandered helplessly in the school garden, watching the flowers in summer, the diligence of bees in the flowers and the amorous feelings of butterflies in the breeze. All kinds of things in the past three years can't help appearing in front of me. ...

Three years ago, an ignorant teenager stepped into a strange environment, and no one knew him. He wandered around the campus alone, and the loneliness of disappointment surrounded me. Loneliness has become my whole life. But I'm not complaining-at least not yet. In order not to be lonely, I stubbornly show myself and don't care about losing at all. What I care about is whether I cherish what I have.

Youth is short-lived. It's the third grade, so you have to pursue something. However, when I was pursuing something, I gave up something, which they called "friendship". Maybe my life will be dim because of the lack of "friendship". I know, I have no friendship, but I ask too much of friendship. I don't call people who play together all day friends, and I call the feelings with them "friendship". You can be a friend if you can really treat yourself as family and have nothing to hide. Because of this, the words "friend" and "friendship" have never appeared in my junior high school life, and there is no such word in my youth dictionary at all.

Perhaps it is because of your own thoughts and feelings that your life can grow! I don't know if I have friendship, and I don't want to care. Why hurt your brain to have and lose? Isn't it? What can you have and what can you lose? In the end, it's different. There's nothing.

Perhaps, efforts may not be successful, but giving up should be a certain failure. The third grade is just a small growth stage of life; If efforts are only for success, what is the purpose of giving up possession?

This street is covered with fine lines and quiet as an old man. At the end, there was a naughty child who broke the silence, attracted men and women from all over the world and started this journey of youth.

This is a cafe theater with gorgeous neon and strange buildings, which seems to be out of place in this street. It seems to attract everyone in the street, and there are few lights at the other end.

Men and women crowded into the hall and onto the second floor. When I first came, I was a little childish, and only one person enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the corridor.

On the pink wall, there are pictures of youth. Unconsciously, I went to the second floor and didn't have time to count how many photos there were. Like a trip, it's short, but it feels long. Light-colored propaganda lights are on, singing gracefully, and there is a feeling of youth everywhere.

I groped for a long time and found my seat. At the beginning of the performance, the venue was full of excitement. From the standing seat to the seated seat, there is no empty audience. The audience I know and don't know are like a big family, exchanging needed goods and shouting, and I gradually integrate into it.

This theater is the exclusive theater of the first women's group in China. A group of young figures have just stepped onto the stage, and the scene is boiling. The lights went out, and the glow sticks then burned the whole venue.

The idols on the stage are marching with the pace of youth, presenting their moving dances, and accompanying the songs of youth for a long time, taking the audience to enjoy themselves on the journey. At some rhythm points, the audience shouted in unison without any arrangement. I was really shocked, so I had to follow the rhythm and do my duty well.

The most classic part is, of course, the moment when members introduce themselves and break the news. "Hello, I'm Qinyuan Fei." The first one is that the idol just signed up, and before he could say the next sentence, he only heard a lion roar: "Fei-Qin-Yuan." Then there were shouts of "I love you" everywhere, one after another. An uncle standing at the table, regardless of age, finished reading a love poem prepared by himself, as gentle as first love. The introduction of sixteen people on the stage took nearly 1 hour, and 60% was given to the audience. It's really "all the fault of the audience"

Everyone on this trip is a tour guide and a young correspondent. There is no need to show your face and shout what you love, because there is no vacancy in the heart of youth, and everyone's face is smiling.

At the end of this performance, we high-fived our idols to celebrate this pleasant trip, sent a few warm words to each other, and gave them some help in voting tickets to protect our beautiful scenery.

Youth is an inseparable journey, regardless of age. If you have a youthful heart, you will cry for love and sweat, and you will be beautiful all the way.

We galloped forward on the grassland of youth, lamenting the passage of time and the shortness of youth, but left behind fallen flowers and mottled horseshoe prints.

We stood by the long river of time and looked out. The surging river comes from infinity and rushes to the opposite infinity. We sigh our own smallness, and sigh that youth rolls forward like a river, but we can't see the rainbow on the river and the fish and shrimp jumping from time to time in the water.

We are always like this, desperately emphasizing the preciousness of youth, but wasting those precious little happiness in the past, constantly asking for love, and ruthlessly squandering excess feelings. The consequence of ignoring these is that you think you have the worst youth in the world.

The passage of time has left a series of shallow traces: love, friendship, affection, sadness, loneliness and injustice. All this once existed, once quietly engraved in a corner of my heart. But we ignore these, endlessly demanding everything, saying that we want more wonderful youth.

Youth is in your own hands. Don't ignore the little happiness you think is insignificant, and at the same time doubt your fresh and bright youth. Feel it with your heart and experience the most beautiful life of your own with your heart. Grasping those unknown experiences, perhaps, the world will be more colorful.

We find that the grassland of youth is coming to an end. We reined in and felt a little helpless in fear. Suddenly, we found that the flowers under our feet were so gorgeous that we strolled forward in this fading youth.

We find that the waves of time are constantly surging, and a drop of water belonging to us is about to be submerged in the vast river. Suddenly, we found the flying Hongqiao. We stopped exploring where time came from and where it was going. We let this beautiful picture unfold in our hearts.

Laugh, we still have youth, to capture those neglected colors.

I finally understand that life is just one waiting after another. Born to wait for death, we enter youth and wait for the end of youth.

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The disappearing horizon suddenly became bright and dazzling yellow. The distant sky once again turned into a fish-belly white, which brought unspeakable pain. I also think of those lights that have passed, dazzling and sad. Just after the sadness, it will pass. Always in the dead of night, when all is silent, I think of the romantic days in the past and the sky where I stopped.

Suddenly I remembered two people, Little Y and H, how close the three of us were. We have a beautiful Garden of Eden and the same dream. We like ancient poetry so much that we force others to like it, and make it clear that whoever abandons this love is XXXX. This is the most poisonous oath I have ever taken, but it's right here. Little y always pulls the three of us together and knows more poems than anyone else. I always recite several articles in one breath, but finally I find that they don't know as much as themselves. Depressed.

Once thought to be right, after a long time, you will always find it childish and unreasonable. When those lush years slipped through my fingers, I was oblivious. At that time, I always disagreed, only knowing that I was muddling along. Youth is too long. In this long time, I don't know how many immature ideas there are, but I know there have been. During that happy but short time, I fell in love with a girl, she was H. If she had the heart, she would find that every time I read a poem, I was saying, "If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, is it sooner or later?" It's a pity that she won't know or understand, because she is so pure and spotless. I never mentioned it in front of her, because I am a good student who abides by the law. I still remember the lesson that the head teacher read to us: puppy love is painful and fruitless, but now puppy love will not have passion in the future. I think he must have been a love killer when he was young. Gross!

I can't believe it. At that time, I understood the truth of making wine-the longer it is brewed, the sweeter it will be. So I carefully sealed up those feelings and waited to enjoy them later. It's just that every time I think about my little happiness and pain, my heart aches faintly. I wonder if youth has come to an end. You said no, you said that youth has just begun. Why do I feel separated from the past? Are you lost by vicissitudes of life? Or is it buried by pain? Or maybe I grew up. One year, the sea turned into a mulberry field, and a year later, all the friendships were gone. It's pain, you don't understand.

I remembered the rows of camphor trees I had seen somewhere, and the spring scenery was as deep as the sea. Suddenly, I really want to be one of them. I will not lose my youth, nor will I give up. I have tried to look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle like Jing M. Guo, but what I see is always a deep sky, with no color, no floating clouds and no traces of birds flying by. I know the sky is blue, but I can't see it.

Finally, at a certain moment, I understand what youth has given me, endless pain and forced smile. Youth is destined to be like this when it comes, and it proves everything when it disappears.

In the distance, the light of the show is on again, youth, show up and leave.