High school composition

In study, work and even life, the most familiar thing to everyone is composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words. In order to make it easier and more convenient for you to write essays, here are 9 essays for senior high school students that I have collected and compiled. I hope it will be helpful to everyone. High School Senior Composition Part 1

In our contemporary society with imperfect development, there are still various contradictions and disadvantages. In Xia Ming's cartoon: one child needs to get full marks to be rewarded, while the other child is praised for just passing the test. Obviously, this reveals a serious problem with favoritism for others in our modern society.

Whether it is focusing on economic development and neglecting environmental protection, or focusing on academic performance and neglecting cultural literacy, it clearly shows the incomplete development concept of our contemporary people: always focusing on one aspect of development achievements and neglecting it. In order to coordinate the development of the other side, the phenomenon of favoring one over the other can be seen everywhere.

In the education system of our modern society, the phenomenon of favoring one over the other is even more serious. Looking around in the quiet and solemn campus, students bent over and burying their heads were neatly writing and writing hard at their desks, working hard to answer questions. There were too many homework books on the desks. The strict teaching environment and intense learning atmosphere have unknowingly buried many students' interests, hobbies and ideals. Although the entire campus is managed in an orderly manner, the laughter and laughter of countless students are suppressed behind the scenes. This kind of school is not an exception, but the current situation of most schools in China. If we continue to allow these schools to only focus on grades and ignore the cultivation of interests, then I don’t know how many outstanding and creative students will be destroyed and buried. Without the development of these flowers of the motherland, how can our future motherland innovate and develop, and how can we realize the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation? It can be seen that this phenomenon of preferring one to another is indeed worthy of everyone's reflection and thinking.

In addition to the problems in the education system, in fact, the phenomenon of favoring others and favoring others is not uncommon in society. The generation living in today's society full of competition and challenges is always busy working and trying hard to make money, but neglects the care of family members. According to the newspaper, in a hospital in Hubei, a doctor who was busy at work never had time to go home to visit his parents. However, his old father missed his son so much that he had to silently register at his son's outpatient clinic. , the old man finally saw his son. Such a piece of news clearly exposes that today's young people who are busy working hard put more emphasis on work than family ties. They always put work first in their lives, but their care for family ties is careless and perfunctory. , can success in work be exchanged for sincere family affection?

We should pay attention to and think about these social phenomena that favor one over others. Only by changing one's unbalanced development concepts in one's heart can we consider and solve problems from an overall perspective. It is true that each of us will always face many different exams in our lives. We should treat these exams equally and seriously, treat each exam as a crucial point in life, and avoid favoring one over the other.

Society is still developing rapidly with each passing day. Let us leave the contentment of favoring one and favoring others far behind, so that the ship of life can smoothly reach poetry and the distance. Senior Year Composition Part 2

Peaceful days are all alike. The sun moves from the east side of the sky to the west side of the sky and one day passes. Repeat this 365 times, and one year will pass. When it is repeated 30,000 times, a lifetime will probably pass. Life is really too short.

I don’t know when it started, but every time the sun sets, I am used to looking to the west. Looking up at 45°, the red sunset is just reflected on the eyeballs. The faint sadness of "the sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk" will slowly disperse like a thin layer of smoke and linger in my heart.

When I used to chat with old people, the most confusing thing was why they always liked to bury which part of their body with loess to indicate when they came to this world. Later, when I grew up, the answer gradually became clear: human life is too short, just like the length of the body.

Day by day, year by year, everything will soon disappear, or buried in memory, or buried in the loess, or buried in the spirit, or buried in reality... Everything is irreversible and irreversible. How else can you express "bury yourself"?

That night, I somehow talked about youth with a friend on QQ. He told me, "Youth is only when you are stupid, and you are young when you are hurt." Yes, he was right. Life is so short, how long will youth be? There are not a few paragraphs that will be unforgettable until the end. What can we use to remember and pay homage to? A calm, blank life cannot be called youth.

When I was a child, I thought the world was like a roof. Later, everyone wanted to see the horizon, only to find that it was a winding route full of thorns. Later, after I met with myself, I thought about the past that I had understood yesterday and the past that I had looked around blankly at the crossroads. Suddenly, they all turned into photos, and I realized that that is what is called youth. I have been through, hurt, crazy, crazy, happy, angry, and afraid...

I once asked many people a seemingly boring question: Most of today’s children We are all afraid of things like caterpillars, but what about 10, 20, or 50 years from now? Most of them are not afraid anymore. Why is this?

There are many answers, and the one I think the most is "Maybe as time changes, they will find that there are actually more things in life that are scarier than caterpillars." Time has changed , the mentality has changed. People will eventually grow up, just like the buns in the steamer will eventually expand and become bigger due to the heat.

Once youth is over, no matter how vigorous it is, it will eventually become peaceful. In a short life, the most valuable thing is youth, and should we avoid the thorns and ups and downs in youth? No, it's not. We should stand up and challenge. Only in this way can we face everything in the future calmly and stay young without regrets.

Facing the west, looking up at 45°, the setting sun is still brilliant and sad, because it spared no effort to heat up in the morning... Senior Year Composition 3

Someone asked: "What is father's love?" ?”

Someone answered: Father’s love is a pair of broad hands that lead us to grow up.

However, I think father's love is the shining hair dye on my father's head.

I still remember that day, I was talking to my deskmate, and the deskmate in front of me suddenly turned around and told a joke (it was too long, so I can’t remember all of it). My deskmate and I couldn’t help laughing. . Smiling and laughing, I suddenly coughed violently and my face turned red. When I began to realize the seriousness of the matter, a fishy smell surged up in my throat. I couldn't help opening my mouth to spit out, but I saw only a pool of bright red blood on the ground, and the fishy smell was still rising in my mouth.

When my deskmate began to realize something was wrong with me, she looked down and saw blood on the ground. She was so frightened that she quickly went to find the head teacher. The head teacher came over and was shocked. He hurriedly handed me the phone and asked me to call my parents. I got on the phone and told my dad that I was vomiting blood. Originally, I thought my father would come to pick me up, because although my father usually doesn't say anything, the person he loves the most in his heart is still me.

Unexpectedly, my father’s answer on the phone made me instantly feel depressed. He only said lightly on the phone: "You, walk home by yourself!" This sentence stung like a needle. It hurt my heart, and I suddenly choked up. I replied vaguely and tremblingly: "Okay." Then I hung up the phone, and then I couldn't help but get red eyes.

Besides, my deskmate has already written a request for leave for me. The head teacher hurriedly signed the form and asked me, "Are my parents coming to pick me up?" I held back my tears and replied, "I'll go home by myself." So I put my schoolbag on my back, took the leave application form, rushed out of the classroom, and headed home alone. ...

I was walking home alone, and my heart ached like needles. This road that must be walked every day seems to be particularly long on this day. I used to think that the person my father loved most was me, but I seemed to think too highly of myself. Otherwise, why would my father be willing to let me face it alone when I needed it most? It turns out that my father didn't care about me at all. As I thought about it, I felt so sad and sad that I couldn't help but get red eyes...

As I approached the downstairs, I suddenly heard a familiar voice calling me from behind. When I turned around, I saw my mother. With anxious eyes, my mother explained to me that she was shopping for clothes when she suddenly received a call from her father and hurried home.

Just after I heard what my mother said, I saw my father riding a motorcycle towards us. He looked so funny for the first time, because his hair was stained with black sticky liquid———— Hair dye. On his shoulders were leather goods for hair dyeing, and on his ears were earmuffs for hair dyeing. He pursed his lips tightly and his eyes were full of eagerness. But I felt a little uncomfortable when I saw my father in his most funny appearance, and a warm current came to me continuously. It turns out that Dad has not given up on me. It turns out that Dad cares about me. It turns out that the person Dad loves the most is still me...

Dad stopped the car and asked my mother and I to get in the car. After getting in the car, I thought Dad would turn to go to the hospital, but I didn't expect that Dad would speed directly in the opposite direction on the one-way street. Because it will be farther if you turn. This is also the fastest car I have ever driven by my father. I sat behind my father, leaning on my father's back, hugging my father's waist, and watching the sticky hair dye on my father's head shining under the light. It irritates my eyes. At that moment, my eyes were full of tears, my heart was full of warmth, and a sweetness called "father's love" spread in my heart...

Some people say that father's love is as heavy as a mountain. clumsy. And I think father's love is the hair dye on my father's head - a dark, sticky liquid. The darkness is due to my father's poor words and clumsy way of expression, and the stickiness is due to the warm and continuous love in my father's heart.

I think the most radiant thing I have ever seen in my life is probably that black and sticky hair dye! Senior Year Composition Part 4

The sultry weather was replaced by cool rain. But this rain reminded me of my childhood. I couldn't help but want to shout: My childhood playmate, do you still remember me now? !

When we were children, the three of us sisters were brothers. If you are older, we call you sister.

At that time, we were inseparable. We rode baby carriages to the fields to fly kites together; we built forts on the beach together; we played house in front of our homes; we watched "Tarzan" together while learning howl from the apes... how great we were at that time Carefree!

After school, we are still together, talking about interesting things about school and talking about our worries about studying. Every time I go to learn the electronic keyboard, you always give me a few words of worry, look at me twice, and then leave with a look of attachment. Every time I was naughty and accidentally fell down, you always picked me up with tears streaming down my face and rushed me to the infirmary...

At that time, I couldn't bear to let you leave, but you had to stay away. Go somewhere else. The separation of your parents is very sad for you and for all of us. Your distance and your distant journey to Xinjiang have gradually weakened our friendship.

Later you came back and lived in your mother’s hometown. My former relatives and friends often went to see you, but I was the only one who didn’t go. I don't have the courage to face the drastic changes in reality, and I don't want to remember you.

But now you are back in the town where you have lived for many years, you are back again! Although the school you attended is different from mine, I care about you all the time.

I want to give birth to two milky white wings, fly to your school, your class, take a look at you who I loved most in childhood, and see if your face is getting longer and better. So beautiful. Listen to your voice. Is it getting sweeter and sweeter?

My childhood playmate, I hope you can be in another school and dream about the scene when we struggled together when we were children! High School Senior Composition Part 5

I am a candidate who failed the exam

I studied hard for several years and worked hard day and night, just hoping that one day I could become famous and prosperous, but I actually failed to get my name.

The vows I made before leaving home are particularly mocking now.

This capital is such a big place with people coming and going, but there is no place for me to stay.

"I don’t have any money." What's there to say? Take your things and get out." The door was slammed shut, and the room was peaceful as before. Outside, I was the only one who was disheartened

Inside and outside the door, there were actually two worlds< /p>

I picked up the package, patted the dust on it, and carried it on my shoulder.

Although it was late spring, it was a little cold at night. Where should I go? Where can I go? Where is the end of this long and aimless road?

The sky is getting darker and darker. This is about to be my first night sleeping on the street.

A green garden on the outskirts of the city. People come and go, and the bustle is no less than the prosperity of the city. The so-called Green Garden is named after the flower garden that never withers all year round. I am also very curious about what kind of person this garden owner is. Let the flowers cultivated in this flower garden bloom unfailingly

"Garden owner, give us two more carts of potted plants from last time"

"Okay" a clear female voice said from the small room in the yard. It was reported in the media that I couldn’t believe that the huge flower garden actually belonged to this graceful woman. It’s a pity that the scar on the eyebrow bone ruined her delicate face

It took the woman several trips back and forth to fill up the flowers. After two cars, I wiped my sweat with my sleeve and looked up, only to find my presence

"Is this young man here to buy flowers?"

Buy flowers? Haha, now I don't even have a place to stay, so how can I have spare money to buy flowers? "I'm just curious, how does the girl raise this garden full of flowers that are invincible all year round and not withered after all the wind and rain"

< p> "Do you really think these flowers will never fall?" The woman's eyes were full of smiles, and she pulled me into the house. "Young master, follow me."

There are neat rows of wooden shelves in the house. The top is full of flower buds that are about to bloom. "Every day I cultivate flowers and plants. There are no flowers in the flowerbed that wither. It's just that I replace them with another pot of flowers before they fall."

"Buy "Flowers, their flowers will wither" I still don't understand.

"A flower, just like a person, has a limited life. If they keep blooming, they will be lifeless. Flowers die just to be stunning when they bloom next time. Since people care about their beauty when they bloom, do we need to care so much whether and when flowers will die? It has bloomed before and will bloom again. It's worth it."

Then I am still young and full of energy, so why should I care about a failure? The future is unpredictable, so why not give it a try

If you fail once, you will be determined. It’s just that my knowledge is still shallow, I’ll take another year of exams

“I’ve learned a lot from the girl’s words, thank you very much.” I thanked the girl and started my journey back home again

< p> Later, I was admitted to the Juren Examination School as I wished, but in the same late spring, when I went to Cuiyuan, it was already deserted, and there was no news about the owner of the garden.

I was in a high position, enjoying all the glory, wealth, and beauty. In groups, but I only remember that in the late spring of a certain year, in the green garden with colorful flowers, that woman was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. High School Senior Composition Chapter 6

Cold and hardship are inevitable in life, but Even a grain of bitter dust can fly like sand when the wind blows.

There are three thousand weak water, just take one ladle and drink it. Even the vegetation has deep feelings. Where the flowers bloomed, I stood there for a long time and understood that flowers are not flowers, but feelings.

Through the hustle and bustle of the streets and streets, the noise in the air left me. I walked further and further away, and saw that I was at the end of the ancient town. Standing on the blue bricks, surrounded by black tiles, the cold scenery of the south of the Yangtze River and the vicissitudes of mottled tile alleys make people suddenly feel melancholy. Is it that time has obliterated the world, or is it that people are hidden in the world? Suddenly, the picture scrolls of the Tang, Song, Yuan and Qing dynasties quietly emerged. Time does not wait for me, and I can only pursue the indelible traces of time.

At the street corner, there is a scene that is very different from the street. It seems that time has neglected it, but it has its own plain and authentic sentiment. The ancient ginkgo tree stands in a corner. "Flying but not willing to land, I still say I cherish my old forest." The eyes are all yellow, but there is a hint of white fragrance. The light muscles and quiet bones are just like a field of wild chrysanthemums. The chrysanthemums in the mountains and fields are even more tainted with the leisurely mood of the hermit. With the attitude of "I invite you to pick and choose", I even stepped forward to take a look at her beauty.

Unexpectedly, it was a flower stall, with an old woman tightly wrapped in cold clothes guarding the cart of scattered flowers. There is a bit of chill in my heart, just like this lonely autumn wind, which carries the sadness of old people and the sadness of flowers that are gorgeous but no one cares about them.

Want to ask about the suffering in the world? That's probably it. Deep in the bustling ancient road, you avoid the hustle and bustle of the city, but also avoid the people buying flowers. If it weren't for me, with the sadness of the autumn wind, it would be difficult to encounter it after turning around so many times. I couldn't help but look at the old woman. Her hair was shining with silver, and her deep wrinkles reflected the desolation of her age. The thin shawl on her shoulders, with its ears swaying in the wind, unexpectedly formed a picture with the black and white field behind her.

Just buy a bunch of wild chrysanthemums, I said to myself. Holding the fragrance of the mountains and fields, the old woman smiled back at me. I was intoxicated for a moment, and I didn't realize that the setting sun had already dimmed and I was about to leave. The old woman also failed to receive a second customer. With her meager income, it might be a problem to keep out the cold. Thinking about it, an old man in his sixties walked out of the alley. He also had silver hair. She didn't say a word and walked alone. He took off his thin coat and wrapped it around the old woman's trembling shoulders.

The sun had set, and the sky was filled with red light. The old woman presented a bouquet of undecorated wild chrysanthemums and gently put it into the old man's hand. The two looked at each other and smiled.

Turning around to look at the wild chrysanthemum in my hand, the plain white petals are reflected in the blood-like neon clouds. That is just one look. The love is deep, just like you and I have washed away all the beauty in our lives. .

Plant a seed of bitterness, and you can taste compassion, joy, and generosity even if you don’t care. You can also stick to your normal feelings and taste the vicissitudes of life until everything remains calm. High School Senior Composition Chapter 7

The weather in the south always changes at a moment's notice. It was a sunny day just now, but in an instant it will become a downpour, and after the rain it will become sunny again. For the weather, this is a natural phenomenon, because there will be sunny days before there will be rainy days, but for science, this is a natural cyclical law. The existence of any living thing or thing has its own certain natural laws. The so-called existence is There are certain things and mutual constraints between things, so existence starts from the natural.

We exist in this society and always think that we can arrange the direction of the story, but we have deviated from the theme of the story from the beginning, but we still take it for granted that the story should develop this way. In this way, we don’t know whether we should say that we are too self-satisfied? It has always been a matter of course. Because we are always willing to believe that nothing can be taken for granted. We exist in this world as a matter of course, ask for all our needs as a matter of course, and then discard those unnecessary things as a matter of course. This may be our essence, because From the very beginning of existence, everything is destined to be connected, and many possibilities or impossibilities will become taken for granted.

I don’t like taking everything for granted, but I enjoy it as a matter of course. Perhaps all this is really because existence begins with taking things for granted! High School Senior Composition Chapter 8

My mother always said that people of my generation are soilless plants. Without the nourishment of old houses, old towns, old water and old soil, they grow fast but lack energy. So she took the trouble to drag me around the old towns, saying that only by stepping into the earth can we have a soul. Only when a person has a spirit and a soul can he breathe out his youth.

When I first arrived in Mudu, it seemed to be simpler than the "newly built old towns" I had walked through before. At least most of the shop owners were local people, and local elderly people also lived in the houses scattered among the shops.

I wanted to go to the Qianlong Palace to appreciate the style of the time, but I arrived early and the doors hadn’t opened yet. I was hungry, so I walked along a gravel path in front of the palace, looking around to find a breakfast shop.

Almost the whole street is full of costume photography shops. This is the old town’s trick to attract tourists. Put on ancient costumes and take photos by the water, click to freeze the frame, and post it to Moments. This is the trick of many tourists. A must-do on any trip to town. Mudu is no exception, and I am not surprised. I have seen a pair of iron chopsticks placed next to an antique purple clay pot, which is really nondescript. And these became my strong evidence to refute my mother: Do you think you can find your so-called spirit and soul in those old towns?

There is a man standing by the river.

Wearing cloth, with hands behind his back, he looked at the river quietly.

On some cold mornings, people who walked early were a little shy. Maybe it was a bit cold, and his tall figure looked a bit rickety.

The shop behind the middle-aged man has the style of a century-old house. The paint on the door is mottled and there is a plaque on the top: "Century-old Shop Wu Rice".

I don’t think so. There are too many so-called century-old stores. Today’s merchants often use them for thousands of years to attract customers under false pretense. I was just hungry and didn't want to walk any further, so I went into the store to eat whatever rice I wanted, just to satisfy my hunger.

The middle-aged man heard the noise behind him, turned around and entered the store, asked my mother and me to sit down, and said that he would have to wait for a while. The black rice was still steaming on the pot, and it would not taste until it was completely cooked. . It turns out that he is the owner of the store.

There was no one else in the store, so his mother started chatting with him.

"Go up the mountain to collect Nanzhu leaves at four o'clock, pound and wash rice at five o'clock, and start cooking at six o'clock." His working time in the early morning was described lightly in a few words, "More than thirty years ago , I took over this store from my father, and it’s like this every morning. I’m used to it.”

I was surprised by such an almost primitive way of running a business, and I was curious about what else there is in this chaotic world. Such a clear person and a peaceful heart. His youth, compared with countless changes in world affairs, was surprisingly simple.

"I just want to keep this store. This craft is passed down from my ancestors, and I want to keep it." The moment he spoke, his eyes flashed with fatigue and determination.

The feelings of the ancient town, which had been wiped out by countless "ancient town photography", warmed this small world on this cold autumn morning.

There has been no price increase for more than ten years, and there are no branches, because I am afraid of ruining the brand; the process is complicated and tiring. There is an intangible heritage certificate hanging on the wall, which may be an invisible burden. Children are attracted by the lively world and cannot bear such loneliness. Whether it can be passed on has become unknown.

The youth of middle-aged people has long gone, and there are many wrinkles on the forehead and neck.

When the black rice is cooked, each grain of rice shows a crystal clear and full purple color. They absorb the fragrance of southern candle leaves and the hard work of middle-aged people. They are natural, unpretentious, steaming, and filled with heat. Put it in front of me. The store is filled with purple fragrance.

Tasting a sip of black rice in this small room. The river flows quietly outside the house. The vicissitudes and loneliness, prosperity and liveliness of the century-old town seem to be related or unrelated to this small world. The trumpet of the tour guide came in the wind: "We are going to enter a century-old family now." The specialty of this shop is black rice. This is the only one in the whole ancient town that sells black rice. It costs five yuan a bowl. You can try it."

The middle-aged people stood up and tidied themselves up as people came. The commoner looked like a famous actor about to appear, rousing all his energy. At this moment, it seemed that his youthful days were back.

The crowd roared away like a tide, leaving behind a table of leftover black rice. The middle-aged man was hunched over to clean up, and the store was silent. My mother and I didn't speak, we just slowly and silently finished the bowl of black rice.

When we returned the empty bowls to the shop owner, he smiled. Perhaps he understood what we were thinking, and he smiled brightly: "It's okay, I can keep this shop."

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"Keeping" is the most difficult thing, insisting on every inch. At this moment, the spirit and soul that my mother wanted me to look for stood clearly in front of me. After walking out of the shop, I looked back at the middle-aged man. Through the heat and moisture in the dark room, I recalled his firm and practical words. His rickety back gradually became taller.

“There is a beautiful flower in the world, it is the beauty of youth...” A faint song came from the photography shop next door, passing through the cold air of the old town.

My heart becomes hot. Senior Year Composition Chapter 9

We arrived in Weihai very late that night and happened to live by the sea.

On the morning of the second day, as soon as we opened the window, the endless sea was revealed in front of us.

My mother and I got up early and went to the beach to collect shells. Along the beach, stepping on the soft sand, we walked far away. The sea is so blue, like an endless mirror, connected with the blue sky in the distance.

"Shall we go back?" "Okay!" So, I walked in front, and my mother followed. As I walked back, I started picking up shells seriously. Suddenly my mother shouted:

"I picked up a live starfish!" In my mother's joyful shouting, I hurried over and felt very excited! Because during the days at the beach, we could only pick up some shells, and beautiful starfish could only be seen at stalls.

"Where, where?" "Look, it's here!" Mom quickly called me over. "What a cute purple starfish!" I quickly took it over and quickly fetched sea water to soak it.

Back at the hotel, I put the starfish in a bottle, filled the bottle with seawater, and placed it on the table. Many children looked around with envy, and some even brought their family members. I'm very proud.

The starfish has five horns, each of which has a different length. There are many tiny tentacles on the belly of the starfish. Even though its tentacles are less than two millimeters, it has super strong adsorption ability and can absorb on any object to protect yourself from being swept away by violent waves.

The color of starfish is usually orange. The starfish I picked up is purple.

I asked the waiter if the starfish could be fed, but she said it could only be fed until noon. I was very sad. Why could it only be fed until noon? I want my starfish to live for a long time and take it back to show it to my classmates.

After dinner, we got in the car and went to Liugong Island to visit. Of course, I will never forget the cute starfish. After getting in the car, I placed the starfish first and then sat down myself.

To get to Liugong Island, I need to get off the bus and change boats to go sightseeing. When it was time to take the boat, I took the starfish with me. After walking a long way, my mother realized that I had brought starfish with me. She said to me angrily: "Are you going out to play or looking at starfish? It would be great to put it in the car and play with it when you come back. If you had known, you would have picked it up I won’t tell you anymore, I’ll tell you after it dries! (The starfish will die as soon as it dries!) So, my mother picked up the bottle and poured out the water, and kept knocking the bottle, trying to take out the starfish to dry me. I looked at the poor starfish being tossed around and was so anxious that I burst into tears! The aunt who came with me kept coaxing me, but my mother walked in front and ignored me. Later, she saw how pitiful I was crying, so she had to fill the bottle again.

When we were about to board the cruise ship, I held the bottle with the starfish tightly in my hands.

My mother got on the boat first. I kept following my mother, but she still ignored me. It wasn’t until we got on the boat that my mother asked: “Is the starfish alive? "I said:

"I can't hold the bottle anymore! "My mother said: "I'm sorry! It was my fault just now. "I didn't say anything and just shed tears silently. My mother saw that I was still crying and said, "Stop crying. I'm just angry because you like to come out with toys as before. It's my fault. Come, let me see it!

I handed the starfish to my mother. My mother looked at it and said, "It will get better!" ”

After listening to my mother’s words of comfort, I was no longer sad.

There are many scenic spots in Liugong Island. When I visited each scenic spot, I always carefully held the starfish container. bottle, but because there were many tourists bumping into each other, some people accidentally touched me while walking, and the bottle fell to the ground. Although I quickly picked it up, the water was almost gone, and the sea water could no longer submerge the starfish. At this time, I was very anxious. My mother also started to help me look for sea water anxiously. There were not many places with water on the island, and she was not sure whether it was sea water. In order to identify it, my mother put water on her finger and tried a lot. , after a day of ups and downs, the starfish finally survived into the night, we were so happy for it!

Unfortunately, when I got up early the next day and hurriedly looked at it, it was already dead. I was very sad! . I had to take it out and make it a specimen. Although it was dead, the surprise of picking it up, raising it, and observing it remained in my memory.

I miss my starfish.