I am writing a composition these days.

1 .600 composition for winter vacation Everything has come so fast these days. In a blink of an eye, the students' voices and smiles are like a wisp of light smoke. But like a ribbon, tightly wrapped around my heart, recall. Every time I complain that the pace of time is too slow, I can't help but recall those times. Always looking forward to the arrival of the school.

The days of winter vacation are spent peacefully. Every day, I am shocked by a great calm. After a lot of noise, I suddenly returned to this elegant peace. I know that no one around me is bothering me, and my heart seems to be infected.

In this way, the days passed slowly, without the excitement of the stream and the Pentium of the sea. Yes, as calm as spring. Occasionally, a few fallen leaves "patronize", but then, they will float away in a rotation and never be seen again.

I often lie on my desk in a daze, looking at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window. Sometimes birds come into my sight. In this way, quietly, be a bystander. But often at this time, memories flood in. I seem to be with them again, dancing and laughing happily.

During the winter vacation, the sudden explosion of locusts broke into my life, which made me unable to adapt and adapt.

I always want to kill time, but there is a place in my heart that is constantly "struggling". Suddenly, one day, recalling winter vacation life these days, I was surprised, surprised and half helpless. From then on, I started from a new starting point. Although it is a little late, who can say that I won't reach the finish line with others? Even earlier?

Hello, I hope I can help you, and hope to adopt it!

2. composition. "Those snowy days.

I remember that there was always snow during the Spring Festival in those years, and there was always a white new love on the 30 th or the first day or the fifteenth day, but I saw snow in Nanjing this winter. At least I can't understand where the rural wind will stop after crossing the Yellow River. The north is as cold as ever, and the thin loess lingers in the crotch. Even if it is a natural disaster, we will not go hungry, because there is an old father and mother behind us.

The heatable adobe sleeping platform was burned very hot by her mother with straw, and the bamboo mat has been stained with faint sadness in the long-term warmth, so it is not so green. Looking at the listless sun outside the window, I feel sad. There is no snow this winter. That desire gradually became clear in the endless firecrackers. The mountains in the distance are dark green as before, and I am no longer a little boy playing with firecrackers. However, I am still full of yearning for snow. Is it the laughter in my memory when my father and I were sweeping snow in the yard that rang the sleeping village? Can mom really sit on the heatable adobe sleeping platform and have a rest on a snowy day?

On the wedding day of the second sister, it was early in the morning, and the snow reflected like light. My aunt and I walked out of the quiet mountain village with our newly dressed sister, and our parents' eyes followed us. Looking back, my mother's rough bracelet was on her chest, and tears had slipped in the gloom; And my father lit the cigarette in his hand, just like lighting the night. The sudden loss of a person at home, even this kind of celebration, failed to dilute that melancholy. At the end of the year, men and women get married, which is a festival in mountain villages and has nothing to do with rain and snow.

The book I brought home is lying in my schoolbag, brewing a beautiful dream. I really don't want to disturb her. There are too many lives hidden in it. They don't talk, but they keep talking to me: warning me to spend more time with my parents, which is rare in a year. It's always a process that everyone has to go through. I never thought it would be my parents.

My father has high blood pressure, and my mother fell ill after years of hard work. Sometimes I can't imagine that I am still dependent on my parents at the age of 24, but they are old enough for me to take care of them. This emotion has been haunting me. At school, I'm afraid of dreaming because I'm worried about my parents' health ... but in fact, I still rely on them. ...

Walking out of that small village has always been my dream, a knot in my mother's heart and my father's wordless expectation. Now, I am making my mother more aging and my father worried about my dreams. Not for tuition, but for where to go after graduation. When the city is always dressed in red and green, my hometown is still barren, my childhood friends have already married and their children can call me uncle, and all this seems to be in two worlds with me. I walked around and I was about to walk back. What is that? It was the sudden heavy snow that made me miss my small mountain village that night.

My neighbor, my childhood friend, her mother died in the winter when I first came to Nanjing. Misfortune will always come, even if you are a kind person, even if you are a miserable mother. I will go to his house during the Spring Festival these two years, and the home without my mother is so bleak. There always seems to be something missing in the Lunar New Year. Looking at the silent figures of the two brothers, I couldn't stop crying. When I go home, I am always under the care of my parents and sister.

It is said that some people go to that village every winter. Those who die of old age, too, the death of mature people always reminds people that snow has no trace and human life is so fragile. Dreams come slowly, even in life.

Growth needs a process when you learn to think; When you think of life, a moving noun; When you find that your parents are white-haired; When you stay in the details of life, you have begun to mature. And the price is the time of silence, which we can never grasp.

Sometimes silence is also a tough spirit, a few moments when the fallen leaves rub against the earth in winter. Is it the "red tassel line" bred in the belly of autumn corn? Is it a poem from Lotus Leaves in Summer? Is it a dream on the wings of a kite in spring? I will be silent when I grow up.

Who should I thank? Let's live so healthily. God never speaks.

3. Sunny composition, written by myself, 600 words don't want Tao Yuanming's seclusion in the mountains-it's too lonely; Don't want Cao Cao's ideal life of "an old horse crouching tiger, aiming at a thousand miles"-it's too difficult.

All I want is a simple but not boring study life, with you and him, without noise. -Inscription My ideal trilogy of study life is: In the morning, when the golden sun rises from the horizon, my study life begins to be described.

Listen, the students' reading sounds are coming from the classroom with rich cultural atmosphere. "The sound of rain and reading is in your ears, and you care about everything in the world." Isn't this a true portrayal of our students? Look, the teacher's ABC ABC XYZ comes from a clean, bright and happy classroom.

Teachers teach happily, students learn happily, * * * sings for a better life and writes beautiful notes. At noon, the warm sun hangs high in the blue sky.

Listen, there is an elegant song in the dormitory, and the students are playing the piano happily. You see, on the playground, students of basketball, volleyball and badminton compete with each other, enjoying the joy of sports, the value of friendship and the power of unity, cheering for a better life and writing dynamic melodies.

In the evening, the "tired" sun slowly "hid" under the horizon. Groups of students and their classmates walked hand in hand on that beautiful street.

On campus, students and teachers are talking about the sky and the ground on the beautiful and soft lawn, enjoying harmonious joy. The day's study and life ended happily, and the students fell asleep with a day's insight and new knowledge.

Keep hope and wait for tomorrow. Beautiful campus, my home, my study life is colorful and wonderful because of you! All along, I like to write some sad or lonely words and feel at ease in my own world. One day, I suddenly remembered some messy thoughts and wrote such a sunny text. In this summer season, light and shadow are everywhere. Let me sing a hymn, even though I am a natural tone-deaf person. -Inscription: When I wake up in the morning, the air is fresh and birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. There is a ray of sunshine projected on the wall opposite the dormitory through the high-rise buildings in the city, depicting many colorful symbols. The windows of the dormitory are open from January to April. Even though the summer in Kunming is far away and the sky is still blue, the temperature of more than 20 degrees and long-term dryness make us unaccustomed to humidity. At night, listening to the "whirring" wind seems to pass by our ears, which has a hearty taste. The dream also adds a little sweetness. After physical education class in the afternoon, I went back to the dormitory to freshen up a little, picked up a book and went to the comprehensive building to be on duty. I've always wanted to get busy, so that summer's irritability will pass quickly. Just when I turned on the computer, a man came to type. Just when he was using a computer without internet connection, I sat down safely and boarded 565438 as usual. It seems to be the last century. I sit in front of the computer and type, except typing. No sooner had I started than the little pig came. She is an alumnus I met in the school newspaper. She is a very lively and cheerful girl, generous and far from my personality. However, this did not prevent me from dating such a girl. I like her omnipotent courage. And the courage to do your best for your dreams. She said that the Youth League Committee had come to inquire about the news of some entrepreneurial design competitions, but she couldn't bear to leave after sitting for a while, so she called me to teach her to start a blog. I applied for one for her, joined a group I like to go to, and let her chat with a good friend of hers for a while. When she left, I didn't have much time and left after a while.

After dinner, I went for a walk on the edge of the stadium, just in time for the teachers to play the game. Looking at the clumsy but hard-working actions of those teachers, I felt a smile unconsciously. In fact, compared with us, many of them won't, at least they don't know where to stand after the score line. But they are still trying to take an active part in their university activities. I think there are some things. I'm not that serious about finding a result. A Lai, a writer, said: Every drop of water downstream contains all the water molecules upstream. Many times when we are looking for something, we pay attention to the process. Some results are either doomed or not what we want, and we have lost that sense of urgency in the pursuit. It seems that we haven't been relaxed for a long time. We do everything with a certain purpose and think we must do it well. I can only succeed, not fail. Watching teachers play ball seems to forget what they want to do. I forgot that I had to make myself very tired. I arrived at the classroom early in the evening study. I leaned against the windowsill and stared at the scenery outside the window. Come to Sisi and ask me what I am doing. I said humorously, "You can say that I am in a daze, or you can say that I am thinking." She said, "I thought you wanted to jump off a building!" " I feel dizzy. In fact, sometimes simply watching the scenery is also a way to relax. I saw a lot of people around my aunt who sold bean jelly in the street downstairs. I saw that the boss of potato stew rice had bean sprouts that I liked, and some people were working on the newly demolished construction site. The expression of this city is pure and natural in this corner, calm and calm. Has always been a gentle and harmless person. Therefore, there are only some girls' words to vent their youth, so that those sadness, loneliness and decadence linger at their fingertips. The dance in dreams is completed in those gorgeous words, and all the expectations and exile of youth are condensed in those touching stories. Hehe, it seems that if you want to get rid of the problem of piling up words, you can't change it, and you are more and more persistent. In a word, it's a beautiful day. Sunshine. A sunny day This is a sunny day. The sky is as blue as clear sea water, and the clouds are as white as elegant white gauze.

The sun is shining and the gold is shining. The green magnolia tree stood upright and was rustled by the breeze.

As soon as the referee blew the whistle and waved the red flag, the teams at both ends of the rope immediately pulled back the rough hemp rope desperately, and the cheerleaders around them.

4. Take In Hard Days for example.

Today, I held a parent-teacher conference. I go to school to help teachers entertain parents. When I saw many classmates' parents coming to school one after another, I felt a faint melancholy in my heart-because my mother didn't come. The unpleasant things that happened in succession these days flashed through my mind again.

A few days ago, grandma suddenly felt dizzy and was diagnosed as hypertension by the doctor. When grandma was ill, the burden of housework fell on her mother's shoulders. I don't know why it happened so coincidentally. A few days later, my father accidentally broke his right arm and was hospitalized for surgery, with more than 20 stitches. It never rains but it pours. My mother has to take care of my grandmother and go on a business trip. She also has to go to the hospital to visit my father and bring him soup and medicine. It is often nine o'clock at night when I get home (sometimes I am asleep). Even though she is tired, she still cares about my study. The next morning, I always find that my homework and papers have been read by my mother. At dinner, she often told me to be conscious, to learn to stand on my own feet, to review my lessons and to strive for excellent results.

Although some unpleasant things happened at home, my quiet and peaceful life was greatly affected, but my mother never sighed and still calmly did what she should do every day. I asked my mother inexplicably, "Mom, aren't you sad?" How can you pretend that nothing happened? "My mother caressed my head and said," Life will not always be smooth sailing. There will always be difficulties, setbacks or accidents of one kind or another. But we should face the reality, face up to these difficulties and setbacks, and find ways to overcome them, so as to fundamentally solve the problem. If mom is just sad and complaining, it will affect grandma's mood, your father's mood and make their illness worse; Your study will also be affected. "I wanted to think, my mother is right.

My mother has obviously lost weight these days, but when I saw the report card I brought back, a knowing smile appeared on her thin face, encouraging me to work harder. Strive for better grades.

In such a difficult day, my mother not only cares about my study, but also teaches me how to be a man and how to face difficulties. What a good mother. I will definitely live up to my mother's painstaking efforts. I will study hard and help my mother with housework.

Writing for my study time and life is an unrehearsed performance and an unfinished sketch-inscription Looking back, I always want to be as silent as possible.

Silence is my favorite way, quiet and beautiful. It may seem melodramatic, but I'm not afraid to admit that I am.

Appreciate other people's plays, but let yourself cry. The sense of loss is strong in an instant.

The results of the senior high school entrance examination have been issued. Many people want to laugh, many people want to cry and many people are silent.

Last month, all my efforts were for this score, but when it was really in my hand, I found that I lost my so-called idea, perhaps the nothingness after enrichment. These numbers on the test paper will eventually be forgotten in the long summer vacation, along with ecstasy, sadness, depression, emptiness, irritability and so on. But life goes on.

Efforts need to start again. Isn't there a good saying? Half of life is a memory and the other half is a continuation.

Since the third grade, I will take other students' homework to deal with the teacher every morning, and occasionally I am too lazy to copy it because of too much homework. So I spend most of my time listening to lectures, sleeping and then waking up naturally.

In the self-study at night in the ice and snow, under the intimidation and inducement of monsters, I always write down my mind in piles of exercises and materials that have sprung up like mushrooms after rain. And when I was holding my homework, I suddenly felt that I didn't do it, but it did me.

Drink your own cappuccino, sing your own songs, do your homework and daydream. I am blind, in order to be admitted to a key high school, to live up to the hard work of my parents and teachers, and more frankly, to live a better life in the future.

I learned to be calm these days. The most applicable thing is to be calm.

I suddenly remembered "I am calm, so I am beautiful" in Chinese reading two days ago. be

Failure in the senior high school entrance examination has become a thing of the past. Wouldn't it be a joke if we still talked about it now? "There are no traces of birds in the sky, but I have flown."

Only then do we realize that the result is uncontrollable, and we should try our best to enjoy the process. At school, it's still two o'clock and one line.

I go from the classroom to the toilet every day just to escape the carbon dioxide in the room, but I am still afraid that one day I will die at the feet of Prince Ammonia. I'm the silly grandma wolf, and I'm addicted to telling ghost stories to Little Red Riding Hood recently.

Many times, we will read a book that was once considered extremely naive in a certain month and enjoy it happily. After the senior high school entrance examination, I often think that there is no place for me in this world.

Mom's mouth always seems to allude to something that irritates me. So I often blurt out abuse and resentment when something goes wrong.

A few days ago, my friend said that he was looking for me these days. Immediately, I made an unskilled five strokes-don't tell him, I hid in the corner! After all, these are just fleeting years, gone forever.

When people ask their age, they can only count the wrench index. 13. 14. 15 After counting to fifteen, it turned out to be old. Hate and love for birthdays are always contradictory.

I want to hang a sign on my chest. I don't need anyone to find it.

But what do you think is a bit artificial, forcing yourself into a corner and pretending to be noble. I don't want to play dumb under the guise of being a minor.

Dare to promise, the state has regulations, 16 years old is an adult. And I am stepping into this ranks! Postscript: summer seems to make people feel dull and only suitable for being in a daze, but it has been several months since school started ... I want to stop this abandoned life and make a fortune.

Cherish what is in front of you, remember what is lost, and be worthy of yourself.

6. These days, you have accompanied me in writing and stood in front of the annual ring of time. We stopped and looked back indifferently, only to find that more than half of the time had passed. -inscription: the four seasons alternate and the stars move. I am already a junior high school student near the senior high school entrance examination. In a blink of an eye, everyone has spent three seasons. It is interesting to recall the past, even if it is noisy, but at that time, it was because of a small thing. People always do this. Only when you want to lose, will you know how to cherish. It's interesting to recall the days when we used to go together ... I can still clearly remember the result of the first exam in Grade One: the fifth from the bottom of the class. When I heard the news, I just felt like a bolt from the blue and thunder in the rain. I have no face to tell my parents, because they didn't expect me to do this. My home is in the countryside. The economic conditions at home are not very good. But my father still paid a high tuition fee to send me to study in the city. He just wants me to have a bright future. After I knew I was wrong, I began to study very hard. My teachers and classmates are also happy to help me, and my grades will go up soon. I have asthma since I was a child. After I entered junior high school, asthma suddenly recurred. I was in the hospital for a week, and so were my parents. Several students from our class came to see me, and I was very happy to see them. At least I know my classmates care about me. The next day, they came to see me again and brought donations from teachers and classmates, which made me very moved. I was discharged from the hospital soon. We used to climb mountains together, have an outing together, fly kites together, study hard together and March forward together ... Now we are leaving, I can only say to you: "However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor." Let's take this wonderful memory to a new life.

7. Seek "Missing home is a safe haven when the storm comes; Home is where you talk when you are sad and helpless; Home is the object of happy sharing. Home is warm, happy and comforting. Home doesn't need luxury, it just needs happiness and love. Although home is good, overcoming dependence and independence is the only way for every child. Junior high school life is colorful and so boring. Do homework, eat, attend classes and sleep repeatedly every day. As usual, it took a long time and I felt bored. I like lying in a warm bed, curled up and listening to music quietly, either slowly or high. Then, the door was gently pushed open, only to see my mother carrying a bowl of steaming noodles covered with fragrant poached eggs, smiling and letting me finish. Such a big room, suddenly feel so cold, only the bowl of noodles suddenly warmed my heart, so the days at home are very happy. I always meet respectable people. They always greet me warmly and see their smiling faces full of love, so the days at home are warm. Thinking of the scene of fighting with my brother at home, the anger at that time seems so ridiculous now. I think of the scene of grabbing something to eat with my brother at home. I thought my mother was unfair at that time, but now I think it's just so ignorant. I am so happy to think of the scene when my father came back from work and took our family out to play. So happy. It's wonderful to think that mom is busy making shoes for us. It's warm to think of playing poker as a family in winter. And everything comes down to those days when I was at home with my parents and brothers. These days can only be good memories. Because, I know, every child should leave home, leave the place full of attachment and fight for himself.

8. Write a composition (not less than 500 words) on the topic of "Happy Days". My days are like passing clouds, and more than ten years have passed in a flash. In these days, there are sad dark clouds, pouring tears and sunshine-like joy. I don't want to recall the sad time, it will only make me sadder. I will still think of yesterday and that happy day.

When I was young, I had a lot of time for entertainment before I went to school. In spring, Yangliuqing goes to play with willow branches; In summer, wild flowers are in full bloom. Go and collect many wild flowers. In autumn, the leaves fall and go to the wild to step on the dead leaves; In winter, snowflakes fall and pile up one snowman after another in the silvery white world. ...

The important thing is that I had three best playmates. I don't remember when I met those friends. Looks like we're leaving to play together. We will make an appointment to take four brooms to pounce on dragonflies at dusk and catch snails when the air is still wet after the rain. We were all confident at that time. It seems that with friends around, I have unlimited power and am confident in everything I do. Our world is full of happiness and sweet laughter. Often those friends will suddenly pick me up in the morning, throw down a piece of candy or a piece of paper, exchange eyes skillfully, and know that the other party must be saying, "I'll come to play with you after school." Then, we sing to each other and go to school. We were only four years old. When we are not in kindergarten, we are often called by a gray-haired old man in the yard to do simple addition and subtraction, or recite hundreds of surnames. We proudly call this school.

Just as we were about to recite hundreds of surnames, our happy days were over and we went to school. Those friends moved and moved, walked and walked, leaving me alone in circles.

Then the heavy schoolwork and the boring days of filling in knowledge came at me. I am a middle school student now, and I occasionally think of that happy day in my suffocating daily study. That was yesterday. The playmates' voices and smiles are vague, and the hundreds of surnames only vaguely remember "Qiansun Zhaoli". I, step by step, have come to this day.

The happiness of the past became yesterday, but I want to keep it in my heart. Today I will work hard and move towards a promising tomorrow.

9. Those happy days are like passing clouds, and more than ten years have passed in a flash.

In these days, there are sad dark clouds, pouring tears and sunshine-like joy. I don't want to recall the sad time, it will only make me more sad. I will still think of yesterday and that happy day.

When I was young, I had a lot of time for entertainment before I went to school. In spring, Yangliuqing goes to play with willow branches; In summer, wild flowers are in full bloom. Go and collect many wild flowers. In autumn, the leaves fall and go to the wild to step on the dead leaves; In winter, snowflakes fell and piled up one snowman after another in the silvery white world ... What's important is that I still had three best playmates.

I don't remember when I met those friends. Looks like we're leaving to play together. We will make an appointment to take four brooms to pounce on dragonflies at dusk and catch snails when the air is still wet after the rain.

We were all confident at that time. It seems that with friends around, I have unlimited power and am confident in everything I do.

Our world is full of happiness and sweet laughter. Often those friends will suddenly pick me up in the morning, throw down a piece of candy or a piece of paper, exchange eyes skillfully, and know that the other party must be saying, "I'll come to play with you after school."

Then, we sing to each other and go to school. We were only four years old. When we are not in kindergarten, we are often called by a gray-haired old man in the yard to do simple addition and subtraction, or recite hundreds of surnames. We proudly call this school.

Just as we were about to recite hundreds of surnames, our happy days were over and we went to school. Those friends moved and moved, walked and walked, leaving me alone in circles.

Then the heavy schoolwork and the boring days of filling in knowledge came at me. I am a middle school student now, and I occasionally think of that happy day in my suffocating daily study.

That was yesterday. The playmates' voices and smiles are vague, and the hundreds of surnames only vaguely remember "Qiansun Zhaoli". I, step by step, have come to this day.

The happiness of the past became yesterday, but I want to keep it in my heart. Today I will work hard and move towards a promising tomorrow.

10. That (rainy) day

In your summer or autumn, typhoons often hit you, and the rain pours down, so you can't tell where the sky is and where the land is. It has brought great difficulties and losses to people's life and production. In these days, how do adults fight against heavy rain, and how do they overcome difficulties to continue their production and life? How do students overcome difficulties to go to school? . . . . . . In the process of fighting against major natural disasters, there are bound to be touching people and things. You just have to write about these people and things.

End: The sunshine is always after the wind and rain, the wind stops, the rain recedes, and the rainbow stands in the sky. I will never forget those rainy days. The days after the rain are even more unforgettable.

That (fragrant) day

Chrysanthemums bloom, osmanthus blossoms, rice is ripe, and pomegranate laughs. . . . . . There is a fresh smell in the air.

Autumn is the season when autumn flowers bloom and harvest. You can write about how people appreciate flowers and harvest fruits. How happy people are. In this process, how people enjoy happiness.

Ending: That sweet day is a day I will always miss. This is an unforgettable day for me.

Fragment: The autumn flowers are so beautiful! More fragrant and intoxicating.

Sweet-scented osmanthus wafted from the front of the house, and the whole room had a faint fragrance.

Beautiful chrysanthemums nodded frequently in the autumn rain and danced with the music of autumn wind. Pale chrysanthemum is not to be outdone, dancing posture, should be more beautiful than purple chrysanthemum!

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