There is a sweet composition for the senior high school entrance examination

In the usual study, work and life, everyone has dealt with composition. The composition must focus on the theme and elaborate on the same theme. Don't ramble, the theme is rambling or even has no theme. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is a sweet composition for the senior high school entrance examination I collected for your reference only. Welcome to reading.

There is a sweet composition for the senior high school entrance examination 1, sweet, as sweet as honey, as sweet as wild fruit in the mountains, and pure sweet.

There is a sweet, sweet like spring, sweet like morning dew in the forest, fresh and sweet.

One summer vacation, I spent a quiet time in the mountains, in the Woods and by the clear stream. In the mountains, the twittering of birds, the flow of springs and the rhythm of rustling leaves all give me sweet hearing.

Wake up in the morning, hear a special chorus of birds singing, the sound is mixed but not chaotic, take a breath of sweet air and walk along the tree-lined path facing the morning dew. I like this morning and the beautiful side of nature. I like mornings when I'm not woken up by horns and wake-up bells.

Drink rice porridge without any seasoning in the afternoon. The taste of rice is tasted repeatedly in the mouth, with a kind of starch and a touch of sweetness. The most beautiful thing is eating watermelon after a nap, sitting on a bamboo chair and holding half a watermelon to taste. It is not hot in the mountains. I think this is the sweetest thing all summer.

In the evening, I watched the starry night sky, counted the stars with cicadas, and then went to sleep sweetly.

In that summer vacation, I spent two months with nature. My daily life is normal, but I just like the beauty and sweetness of nature. In cities, sweetness may be white rabbit toffee, thick icing on cakes, or excessive additives in drinks.

Nature gives people beauty, giving people that kind of unrequited sweetness. What nature has given to mankind should not be destroyed and used. We should cherish this natural and sweet beauty, and it is also worth protecting by everyone.

There are two kinds of sweetness: one is surface sweetness, which generally refers to the sweetness of sugar; The second is the inner "sweetness", such as being helped by others or helping others by yourself. I think the former is superficial, and the latter is the "sweetness" that should be enjoyed most.

The rain last summer came very quickly, but it was very "severe". When it rains the most, the water on the road is twenty or thirty centimeters.

I practice with him. Although the green space in primary school is better than that in junior high school, it still cannot escape the tragic fate of stagnant water. Although the water on the court is not half as high as the foot, it is hidden under the turf. Every step, shoes will get wet. The speed of the ball has also obviously slowed down. No matter how hard the ball is, it can only roll a few meters forever.

During the training, "comrades-in-arms" slipped one after another. But I didn't care, didn't learn their lessons, and said to them, "Look, this is the end of lightweight, or my weight is safer-the chassis is stable!"

This pride lasted until the game. When playing games, I would never have thought that I fell down as the "first stable chassis". Even suffered a lot of injuries.

It was a free kick and I took the penalty. The position of the ball is just where there is a lot of water, and I didn't care. I just want to score. Someone is also reminding me, "Be careful of the water under your feet!" "But at that time, I was carried away by victory. How can I listen to them?

Three seconds later, I collapsed on the court in pain. I twisted my ankle about 20 degrees. At that moment, he and they all gathered around. Buddha, the person who helped me helped me, and the person who called the coach called the coach, just as the class was over. Several people carried me home on the road, and I realized the sweetness of friendship.

He and they are my friends and my inseparable brothers. That rainy day, I felt that sweetness.

There is a kind of sweetness. There are many kinds of sweetness in memory, such as lollipops, full marks of test papers ... but for me who love to eat, the sweetest must be the love midnight snack made by my mother.

At the end of junior high school, I successfully reached the peak of my growth, which was also the hardest time for me to study since primary school. In order to draw a perfect end to my six-year life, I greeted it with excellent spirit.

Because I grow up fast, I have heavy schoolwork, and I am often hungry at night, so it's my turn to cook, my mother.

Every morning, she goes to the market to buy food. Nutrition collocation can satisfy my empty stomach and won't make me fat, so more than half of the motivation for learning comes from the delicious midnight snack after class. Whenever I want to write a paper, I will smell the smell of dinner. My favorite food is sparerib noodles. Every time I go home, I have no time to put down my schoolbag, and my soul has been hooked away by the fragrance. Mom fished it out from the middle of the pot, stewed two ribs for a day, and took a big bite with her own noodles, which were very q-elastic. After adding sparerib soup, the taste of noodles is also very unique. Take another bite of the meat that has been stewed very loosely, and full of happiness will come.

Accompanied by supper, I finally got a good grade.

In my opinion, there are many kinds of sweetness, and the simplest one is as long as you have the heart. In my heart, sweetness is a teenager's dream, and sweetness is a meal cooked by my family.

There is a kind of sweetness. If someone asks what sweetness is, I think sweetness should be an addictive taste, which can bring people a good mood. People can't help but feel nostalgic, which always brings back good memories.

Candy is sweet, classmates' smiles are sweet, but the most addictive thing is to share the sweetness of joy with classmates. It is forbidden to bring snacks into the campus in primary schools, so every candy the teacher gives you is precious. In the spirit of sharing weal and woe, the winners in the class will not hesitate to lift the candy in their hands and hit it on the ground several times until the wrapped candy breaks into pieces. In this way, a thumb-sized candy was smashed into slag, but everyone in the class tasted the joy of reward.

Although everyone gets some broken candy, it is much more sweet than enjoying a candy alone. This sweetness invisibly narrowed the distance between classmates, deepened the feelings between friends, and was as thick as maltose, filling the gaps in our hearts and connecting each other's hearts.

This sweetness is a pure friendship between classmates, a blessing enjoyed by * *, and a feeling when sharing joy with friends. Just like that kind of white rabbit toffee can always remind people of good old memories and bring people a good mood.

There is a kind of sweetness called friendship, which is worth remembering and will always be in your heart.

There is a kind of sweetness, and there is a kind of beautiful sweetness, which is called taking pains.

In Miguel Street, there is a poet named Wordsworth. He went to the little boy's house to see ants, so he met the little boy and taught him what "poetry" was.

Wordsworth took the little boy to see his home. The little boy knew that Wordsworth's life was not easy, but he let him know that poetry, like the soul, is inseparable. After the little boy visited, Wordsworth left with his yard.

Wordsworth gets pleasure from suffering and experiences different sweetness. Wordsworth loved poetry and devoted his life to it. Although Wordsworth gradually weakened due to financial difficulties, his mind was comforted by writing a poem every month. That poem is like the sweetness in Wordsworth's heart.

In life, many people, isn't it? They are working hard, struggling and living. They are hit, but they also respond to the pressure of life. Those forces have become very heavy, just like teachers, and they are responsible for education. They are just heirs. Under the pressure of educating students, they are also suffering, but teachers always have fun in suffering, relieve the pressure, chat with students after class, make some jokes in class, and take a nap in the middle. ...

Sweetness is not only a kind of enjoyment in suffering, but also the most beautiful sweetness when you relax in that kind of suffering.

This sweetness, just like Wordsworth's poems, makes your soul taste it, wraps your sweet heart with a bitter shell, relaxes yourself and saves your soul, that is, delights in suffering.

There is a very sweet composition in the senior high school entrance examination. When I was 6 years old, I liked the refreshing and sweet taste I drank in front of my grandmother.

In spring, as soon as you walk to grandma's door, you can smell the unique fragrance of drunken plum trees. At this time, the drunken plum tree has blossomed, with white petals and yellow pistil, which is very pleasing.

Grandma has been waiting here for a long time under the drunken plum tree.

In the evening, grandma will move out a round table and put it under the drunken plum tree. A family of five, it runs in the family, sat in this transparent world of drunken plums, chatting, sipping the fragrance of drunken plums, listening to the songs of returning migratory birds, and chatting about trivial things: they will come back to eat this drunken plum tree together this summer. Let's catch fireflies. ...

This kind of family is really warm.

The next day, we returned to the city, and everyone was very busy.

Summer vacation is coming, and I am back in the country. Things have quietly changed here. The crops in the field are so green that cicadas, crickets and all kinds of insects are playing music. The white flowers of the drunken plum tree suddenly turned into green and yellow fruits.

Under the tree, grandma is still waiting. Seeing that I was drooling over the drunken plums of this tree, my grandmother was ready to climb it at once. My parents saw it and immediately stopped it, but my grandmother said she was strong.

I ran forward and pestered my grandmother for help. In the end, grandma couldn't help me, so our grandparents and grandchildren climbed the tree together.

The lines on the trunk of the drunken plum tree are as dark and deep as the wrinkles on my grandmother's face. Grandma handed me the picked drunken plums, and I couldn't carry them. She held them in her arms again. When we came down from the tree, grandma and I both reported a full stomach of drunken plums.

Grandma immediately peeled a drunken plum and put it in my mouth. Bright yellow flesh and sweet juice instantly invaded my whole taste buds and then captured the whole mouth. Oh, how sweet!

I immediately peeled some drunken plums for my grandma, grandpa, mom and dad.

The whole family smiled sweetly.

There is a kind of sweetness. Speaking of sweetness, you may think of sugar, watermelon and ice cream ... but sweetness is far more than that, just like life, which is intertwined with all kinds of intriguing sweetness. It is like a bright lamp, illuminating my heart and nourishing my years.

In the middle of the night, the sky has sunk. Month, also don't know when quietly climbed into the night sky. Outside the window, the stars are shining, and the moonlight rubbed by the stars is sprinkled on the earth. Clouds drifting during the day gradually disappear ... As a junior high school student, I am about to enter the senior high school entrance examination. Studying in the middle of the night has become accustomed to me, just like everyday life. I often stay up late because of a mountain of homework and endless practice. Whenever I sit at my desk and work hard, the clock ticks in my ears. Look up at the clock on the wall. The hour hand has pointed to eleven o'clock. However, I still think hard about the math problem in my hand. But sometimes, I am also immersed in the beauty of the dead of night. This may also be a kind of sweetness!

Time passed in a hurry, and sleepiness gradually surged up. I can feel the struggle between my upper and lower eyelids. Sometimes even groggy, the line of sight gradually disappeared in the eyes. However, a cup of hot milk made by my mother at night made me feel motivated again, and the whole person seemed to be awake again. This cup of hot milk not only gives me sweetness, but also makes me feel the sweetness of life. Like sugar, it melted my dull heart.

After many hardships, this sweetness has accompanied my junior high school career and promoted my spiritual growth, which is a valuable asset in my life. Although bitterness is sweet, there is a smile hidden in the light.

There is a kind of sweetness. The so-called sweetness means that the tongue is sweet, leaving fragrance in the mouth, permeating the taste buds, absorbing the soft feeling, overflowing the heart, engraved in the heart, leisure, and hobbies.

Get up at night, thirsty, can't sleep, thinking that the moonlight should have come, or stay in the air early. When it is a beautiful scene, get up happily and bring a glass of water to drink. There are no incandescent lights and no stars in the room. Although there are only a few, but also more than 30, or faint night. I was surprised to see that there was no place in front of me and the moon was winding. It's clear that the clouds are open and the moon is clear.

Drinking water under the moon is not fast. The water is cold and sweeter than the tongue. If you look for the source without fruit, you will know that sweetness is not born in water, but it is also fun.

Looking out the window, the light is on and I am sleepy at night. Call your partner and talk about the need for sleep. That's it. Forget it. It is hard to find idle people at night, thinking about how sweet the water is. You should release it and go to sleep.

In Yu Zhisheng's life, how many nights can I get moonlight through careful appreciation, and how many nights can I get moonlight through reciting texts? I don't know, but I can think of very little.

Although the night is few and lonely, it is sweet when you enter the throat. The water is as clear as the moon, and the moon can reflect the water. Bai Yueguang is filtered between the lips and teeth, which is a memorial of the heart. This is cool and soft, and the moonlight is solid, not greasy or vulgar, unparalleled.

This kind of sweetness is in the heart, or out of the heart, sweeter than the moon and chasing the moon.

Dongpo walked under the moon, saying "idle people" thought, answered the vicissitudes of life, and took off, which is gratifying.

Have a sweet and unexpected dream.

The idle boat in life is also sweet and dull. In the moonlight, others will see it another day, and I don't know the sweetness of fresh water.

Those who know that sweetness is sweet, and are unwilling to be dizzy by sweetness, are also embarrassed.

There is a sweet composition for the senior high school entrance examination. Nine people's tongues can taste five flavors: sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. Among them, everyone loves sweetness, and most of them are obtained from sugar. However, that time I got sweet because of a surprise.

I have a younger brother, big eyes, chubby face and cute. When he was one and a half years old, the most basic address was "Dad", "Mom" and "Grandma", and even the most difficult address was "Grandpa", but he just wouldn't call me "Brother", which made me very embarrassed.

You think I won't teach him how to call him "brother"? All wet! In order to make him call out "brother", I teach every day, every moment, every minute, every moment, and even almost be regarded as a neuropathy. But God always goes against your will. The more I want him to do it, the more reluctant he is. I have a few questions about whether we are brothers. Theoretically, we should be the closest people.

Without my younger brother calling me "brother", the earth still turns. In this way, as the days passed, I resigned myself to this matter.

One day when I came home from school at noon, my mother told me with surprise that my brother was going to be called "brother" I was so excited that I rushed into the house without even changing my shoes. I only heard a sweet and crisp "brother" in my brother's mouth. My heart is full of joy, and my heart is sweet, as if I had eaten a million sweets. I excitedly picked him up and circled, and the little guy giggled. At this time, in my heart, he is the most lovely person in the world. How much effort I have made for this day! Today, I finally realized this dream.

What candy in this world can be sweeter than family?

There is a sweet composition for the senior high school entrance examination 10. Speaking of sweetness, I will think of a sentence that Mr. Wang Zengqi said in "Five Flavors": yellow oil cake is sweet, and mixed tears are salty. Just like life, it is intertwined with all kinds of complex and beautiful flavors. The sweetness in memory is probably the taste of fried rice with eggs cooked by grandma. ...

There is a sea next to grandma's house, and you can always buy fresh and delicious shrimp under the fishing boat that goes straight into the sky. Grandma took me to buy shrimp when I was a child.

Bag the shrimps and take them home. Grandma will start cleaning them up: first, clean all the shrimps, then peel off the shells, and finally pick out the shrimp lines with toothpicks and clean them again. After cleaning, grandma took me to the vegetable market to buy eggs and sausages, and when I came back, I cooked the meal. Grandma peeled the sausages one by one, and then cut them into small pieces with a kitchen knife.

After all this work, the rice is almost ready. Put the rice, fresh egg liquid and washed shrimps into the pot, add soy sauce and stir fry, and sprinkle with sausage. Delicious fried rice with eggs is out. The eggs are fried very tender, the rice is fresh but not salty, and the shrimp Q is refreshing. Put them in your mouth together, and the umami flavor spreads from the tip of your tongue, with endless aftertaste. Delicious food is rippling on the tip of the tongue, but sweet joy is tasted in my heart.

Over the years, I have eaten a lot of fried rice with eggs, and it is always difficult to taste the sweetness fried by my grandmother. But when I think of my grandmother, I have a sweet feeling in my heart. There is a kind of sweetness, which is the fresh sweetness of fried rice with eggs and the warmth and sweetness given to me by my grandmother.

There is a sweet composition for the senior high school entrance examination 1 1. On the way to school, there is a kind of sweetness called accompanying you home.

There is a vague person next to me. We often go home together and live in the same street hundreds of meters away.

She is very enthusiastic and often helps others. It is because of this beautiful quality that we met.

It seems that when I was in the first grade, I cut my right leg because I was playful, and the blood flowed around my leg. It didn't hurt much at that time, but in just over ten seconds, a terrible pain came from my knee, and the whole knee was killing me. When she saw it, she immediately ran to help me move to the infirmary.

Now, we ride to and from school together every day, and sometimes there are some contradictions between good friends, but we will never break this pure friendship like water.

We've had some bumps along the way. However, we crossed the past again and again, and each time we strengthened our trust in each other. I believe that it is our responsibility to help each other and understand each other!

"Hey, wake up, hey!" Oh, it was just a dream. I opened my eyes in a daze and saw her charming smiling face. "Hey, it's my fault to help the teacher fall asleep." I said shyly.

"Don't worry, I have finished it for you. Go home together! " She said with a smile.

We talked and laughed all the way and soon got home. Say goodbye to each other.

It's good to have you! I see, there is a kind of sweetness called friendship!

There is a sweet composition 12. What is sweet? What is the sweetest? Sweetness is like heartfelt joy, which must be obtained by your own hands.

I don't even know if the rain will go in spring, but it will get deeper when it clears up in summer. Leisure is synonymous with my summer vacation. I sit in a rocking chair and read lazily, enjoying a short holiday.

"Sister, help me," came the child's cold and sweet voice. I smiled helplessly, looked at my spoiled sister and said, "I knew you would come to me sooner or later." "Hey, my sister is really unique." My sister hugged me and smiled like a delicate porcelain doll.

My sister is going to the second grade soon. With star-like eyes and a playful face, she grabbed my sleeve with both hands and shook it gently, coquetry asked me to help her preview math. Have fun during the summer vacation and don't preview. I patted her on the forehead. She stuck out her tongue, jumped up and down, and brought the book over.

I glanced at the book. "Where did you preview it yourself?" "All, oh, no, a little." Her face was flushed and incoherent, and her little hand rubbed unconsciously with a sly smile. "I didn't preview at all." "Hey, it's our secret!" She gave me a naughty wink and then stuck out her tongue.

Time stubbornly slips through the fingers, and the leisurely summer vacation turns into quicksand of memory and goes with the wind. When I got home in the first week of school, my mother told my sister that I got full marks in the math exam, and a warm current rose from my heart. I know it's my pleasure, too.

Pushing open my door, a breeze with the smell of fruit candy came to my face. I was surprised to see the candy on the table with a note beside it. "This is my honor and inseparable from you. Thank you. "

I picked up a piece of candy and put it in my mouth. "That's so sweet."

There is a sweet ingredient 13, which is the most palatable of the five flavors. Whether it's fresh air, clean cold water, or most foods that come into contact with in daily life, they are more or less sweet. The sweetness in memory can also be seen everywhere. The sweetness in memory is probably the taste of the first saliva after exercise.

I can almost conclude that sports are the common hobby of people all over the world. No one likes to sit there and let delicious sugar and calories pile up to form fat after eating. People who really do that will certainly suffer from many diseases. No amount of sugar can make people feel sweet when the already obese body is aggravated by bad diseases. Fortunately, as the saying goes, "Life lies in exercise." I and the people around me love sports. Proper exercise can make people stretch physically and mentally and feel a kind of sweetness from the bottom of my heart, but this sweetness is far from worthy of my praise.

What really makes people's heart beat steadily and breathe calmly is the first sip of water after crossing the finish line. Every cell from hair to toes is full of sweetness. Most of my running is not a race, not to win, but to exercise, but saliva is like trophies and prizes, which makes me feel relaxed and enjoy, and makes me feel like a champion. Although this water contains no sugar, it makes me feel the sweetest in the world.

I have drunk tons of water, but only the water I drank after strenuous exercise impressed me. Every time I think of the moment when I took the cup with my breath like a cow, there is a sweet taste in my heart.

There is a sweet composition 14. When it comes to sweetness, I think of white rabbit toffee. When it comes to white rabbit toffee, I always think of my social teacher.

When I was in the first grade, I pretended to be calm and walked into the classroom, trying to suppress my already nervous mood. The first class is sociology, and my legs are shaking all the time. Although it is not the first time to have a class in a strange environment, I am still very nervous. I didn't expect that the first thing the social teacher did when he came to the classroom was to give candy to the whole class. I looked around at my classmates, and everyone's face was full of doubts. Everyone seems to be thinking: can I eat now? Is it true?/You don't say. What the whole class didn't expect was that the social teacher asked us to eat at once, and I still remember the scene at that time. Everyone is looking around, everyone's hands are shaking slightly on the wrapping paper of the white rabbit toffee in front of them, and everyone's face is puzzled, but in this minute, no one has opened the wrapping paper.

After a minute, the social teacher said his purpose: to cultivate our trust in him. Perhaps to ease the atmosphere, perhaps to show his true character, he told us a few jokes, joking that his bald head was because he was "extremely clever", which greatly changed my attitude towards this seemingly strict teacher, and at the same time, he resolutely stuffed sugar into his mouth, and everyone relaxed.

Later, I slowly began to like his class. Up to now, his class is still the only one I am not sleepy. When I saw him, I still felt the sweetness in my mouth.

There is a sweetness that comes from the relationship between teachers and students. The so-called mentor, I think it should be like this.

There is a sweet composition for the senior high school entrance examination 15. Give him a candy and he will stop crying and eat with a smile. Hard work, fatigue and irritability, but also against my will, have to work overtime. By eleven or twelve o'clock, treat yourself to a takeaway, or make a cup of milk tea every day!

When the weather is dry and the sky is overcast, will there be dull thunder, which will aggravate the irritability of people who are irritable and depressed? I'm afraid I can't control myself and want to play a little temper. It rained heavily, just like a child who lost his temper at random. It's hard to rush up, and it's another "shua shua shua" fall, knocking on the ground and splashing water as big as beans.

In a short time, the water on the ground was full, but the rain kept falling, and the drainage channel could not keep up with him. The grass lowers its head and can't see any color. It's all gray or white fog. There is no wind, nothing. The world seems to be still, only the sound of rain. Feel the world is cut off from you.

After more than half an hour, suddenly, the sky suddenly brightened and a rainbow appeared. The cloud is white, the sun is hidden behind the cloud, but it is very bright, shining everywhere, and dew is hanging on the grass tip, ticking.

Gradually the sun sets, the sun does not disappear, the sky gradually turns from blue to orange, and the sunset is also beautiful, so sweet, so sweet.

Just like a bookworm who keeps studying day and night, he feels a lot of pressure and suddenly gets rewards and affirmation if his grades don't improve. Life is bitter, but also sweet. There is a bright sun hidden behind the dark clouds.