Composition on the first day of the year

In the usual study, work and life, composition is the most unfamiliar thing for everyone. Composition can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (thesis). How to write a good composition? The following is the composition I compiled for you on the first day of the 10 New Year. I hope it will help you.

The ideal of 1 is the driving force for countless people to struggle and the ladder for countless people to succeed. If you want to realize your ideal, you have to pay the price. As a great man said, "only those who don't climb, only those who are not afraid of stormy waves, can climb the peak to collect fairy grass and go deep into the water to find pearls." I have a dream in my heart, and I am working hard. Hawking is one of them. Hawking is famous as a warrior in a wheelchair. Hawking once returned to his apartment in Berlin in a wheelchair. When crossing the road, he was knocked down by a car. His left arm was broken and his head was cut off. He had 13 stitches, but after 48 hours, he returned to the office and went to work. On another occasion, 1985, Hawking underwent tracheal surgery and completely lost his ability to speak. It was under such extremely difficult circumstances that he wrote the famous A Brief History of Time and explored the mysteries of the universe. Isn't this his firm belief in the power of dreams?

The dream of flowers is to try to bloom a charming smiling face for people to appreciate; A bird's dream is to spread its wings and soar in the blue sky when it grows up and become an ambitious bird; And my dream is to be a gardener who cultivates "flowers of the motherland".

Now, I am a primary school student who is about to graduate. Many students around me are talking about their lofty ideals, but some are not diligent and some are uncivilized and impolite. No matter how high their ideals and ambitions are, such people will not have a good result. Now, I finally understand that their ideal can only be realized by their unremitting efforts, otherwise it is empty talk.

Teachers give students knowledge, teach them the truth of being a man, encourage them to make progress, criticize their carelessness and guide them on the right path. Many stars, experts, doctors and professors are trained by teachers! I think: As long as I work unswervingly towards this ideal, I will definitely become an excellent gardener.

Ideal is the beacon of life navigation. Under the guidance of this lighthouse, let's work hard to overcome difficulties and reach the other side of the ideal.

Junior one composition 2 rose from kindergarten to primary school and from primary school to junior high school. This is all the result of the flight of time. Not only did time pass, but also our childhood and family disappeared.

Let's talk about childhood, when I was in primary school. We can climb trees fearlessly, catch crabs in the river and stir up hornets' nests. You can also take a group of children, be the king of your own children, and lead them to take risks in unknown places. I did all these things when I was a child. However, with the passage of time, I entered junior high school, and I can no longer be as happy as before, followed by a lot of unfinished homework and no time to relax. Moreover, when we grow up, it is unrealistic to do what we did when we were children. It will only make others say that we are naive, and don't let others know when we do it, otherwise it will be like letting the cat out of the bag. When we were young, we were not afraid to do anything, because we were still principals, and we should consider whether what we did was right or not. Because of this, the happiness of childhood and the comfort it brings are gradually leaving us.

Let's talk about family. When I grow up, I can't play with my parents. There would be no such joy. When I was young, I could play with my mother and let my parents take us to play at night. When I was a child, my mother hugged us and said, "Oh, my son has grown taller and fatter." At any time, we are nothing but extremely happy. Now that you are grown up, it is unrealistic to play with your parents. If you play with your mother, people will only say that you are spoiled. So family relationships are gradually leaving us.

Ah! How I want to go back to my childhood so that I can play with my parents. You can go back to the happy old days.

How are you three years later?

Are you no longer ignorant and have slowly begun to become mature and confident? You will say yes, three years have passed, and I have regarded the wind of frustration as a successful transformation and a successful baptism. Now, have you successfully found your own sky? Have you recounted your growing experience over and over again ... Have you had different feelings, different experiences and different feelings? Yes, you are a high school student, mature, self-reliant, self-reliant, sensible and filial ... Are you not easily moved by any temptation now? Have you learned how to treat, how to be strong, how to bear, and how to protect your position ... how are you after three years?

Now, are you immersed in the joy of finishing the exam? Are you in a high school fantasy? Are you in a state of excitement and tension? You're sure to say yes. Three years later, I have passed the senior high school entrance examination and become a successful high school student. Now, are you glad and happy for your achievements, or are you lost because your achievements are not ideal? I think maybe only you will understand the result. After the senior high school entrance examination, do you feel more nervous, tired and happy about your study ... How are you after three years?

Have you changed your way now? Are you already trying to flap your wings? Does diving in the blue sky tempt you? Will the wind of frustration train the timid wings to maturity, and will it be more uneasy and brave to wave them when it matures? After all, ordinary people will sing the truest voice, compose the most beautiful melody, create the most beautiful rainbow, light the most sincere wishes and build a successful lead for life. ...

How are you three years later?

Now, you are no longer afraid of suffering, tired, just afraid that no one will remind you how to chase. The simplest dream, I'm afraid I can't remember it, and I'm afraid I won't be moved easily. Will my unfinished story be more beautiful after three years? The world I want haunts your ears. Have you learned to listen? Did you hear me calling you? Did you see my stumbling but more stubborn face? Will you continue to write my beautiful story, and will this beauty haunt you every night? Do you see my belief in victory? Do you believe this belief is absolutely enough to support your dream? Is the world I want still in your heart? Have you seen through it? Have you ever seen my "flame" burning my true feelings?

How are you three years later?

Three years later, did you hear that? I shouted for you with all my strength! Three years later, I, you really expect that I will set up a welcome sail for you! Three years later, did you see the "flame" I burned for you! Three years later, what about you? ...

In ancient times, there were many poems describing spring. "If you want to wet apricot flowers and rain, you don't feel the dark flowers." On this spring morning, I woke up happily, and birds were singing everywhere. As soon as you hear these poems, you will know how beautiful spring is! Today, I'm going to Luohe to find the footprints of spring.

On the road, there are traces of spring everywhere. You see, the clouds, clusters and colorful flowers in the flower bed are not signs of spring? Isn't the green and vibrant grass on the roadside the mark of spring? Isn't the gentle breeze blowing on your face the mark of spring?

There is still a distance from Weihe River, and a new green dotted with wild flowers can be seen in the distance. As soon as you turn into Luohe Park, you will face a slope of small flowers. The floret is white and has a faint fragrance. Although I don't know its name, it is love at first sight. It looks very beautiful against the green grass. A breeze blew, and the grass shook gently, as if hearing some jokes. When pieces of grass are shaken, they gradually merge into a green ocean, and scattered flowers are like fish lost in the sea.

Of course, the most striking thing about the river is the river. The clear river gurgles day and night. In the morning, when the sun rises from the horizon of Ran Ran, a little flickering silver waves gradually appear on the water. When it reaches the top of the head, the whole lake will glow, and sometimes it will reflect a layer of colorful fog and neon; When dusk comes, the river will put on a rose tulle dress, which is very beautiful. There are swaying willows by the river, and the spring breeze gently combs their goose yellow hair. Sometimes when a leaf falls, it will cause small ripples on the river.

Spring has come, and the small animals are busy. Fish are swimming happily in the water, skipping as if exercising muscles; Swallows fly back and are busy nesting under the eaves; Magpies are playing among the green trees, whispering good news; People take off heavy winter clothes and put on bright spring clothes. They all came out to feel the breath of spring. The old man is fishing and the children are playing. Looking at all this, my heart is full of joy.

Spring is a beautiful season, full of vitality. I like beautiful spring, and I prefer the river in spring.

The snow carried by the winter wind vaguely shed many surprises, such as a cool kiss, kissing every breath of air; Like a dancing spirit, dancing lightly in the boundless space, quietly falling, piling up our good wishes.

On a snowy day, I opened my eyes in the morning and saw the scene of snow. The earth seemed to be wrapped in silver. I quickly woke up my parents to see the snow. My parents said, "It hasn't snowed yet. Where can it come from? " I got into bed again. On my way to school, I passed a breakfast shop. I touched my stomach and seemed a little hungry, so I went in and sat down and asked for a glutinous rice and a bottle of milk.

Sitting inside, I didn't feel cold and turned on the heating. This shop serves food quickly. Soon, a bowl of steaming glutinous rice and a bottle of warm milk appeared in front of me. Through the foggy glass door, I looked at the snow outside and finished my breakfast.

Sasha Vujacic's music is unique to this white elf. Someone once said that it was the snoring of snow. Snow, after falling from the sky, began to sleep as soon as it landed. When I came to school, bright silver snow covered the red and green playground, white and shining with beautiful white light. Throw the snowball in your hand to your classmates and call it the best greeting card for the New Year. Bury heavy scores and complicated calculations in a cold and indulgent smile, and get rid of melancholy and youthful hesitation.

The white spirit is dancing resolutely, drawing a silver arc between heaven and earth, like a proud winter butterfly, spinning at every intersection of latitude and longitude, spinning in every frozen sky, spinning in its own circle, never having the same version, constantly circulating-silently looking up.

Snow, unbridled smile, is in their pure season. Smile rippling, fluctuating, rotating, swaying, infiltrating the flow of air, without a trace of agility. A piece of Bai Mei was also soaked, and the first touch of fragrance bloomed. Yang Fei gracefully rolled up the residual leaves standing by and invited them to join the dance.

At the beginning of the year, the river was red with blood, and the young generals stood by the river, with pale blue cloaks like a flag, holding their beloved raccoons in their right hands and swords hanging around their waists in their left hands. In front of him is a boat swaying from side to side on the turbulent river, and behind him is a battlefield full of corpses. All the brothers were killed in this land still filled with smoke, and they still held weapons in their hands. How many people can be satisfied?

When Yu Ji crossed her knife and turned a flower of life into the blue of the spear tip, I saw bright red blood flowing through the white neck, a strong man hiding his face, and birds whining.

"Mountain arise, make great efforts to rule the world, and die when it is unfavorable. Nothing can be done until you die. Concubine Yu Jinai! " The piercing sound echoed on the river, breaking the silence of the night and breaking the cold moon in the water. When the legend of pulling the mountain and lifting the tripod faded into the yellow pages of history, when the children of the Han family sang "Clouds fly and the wind rises" in the sunset, you finally left, leaving an indomitable figure.

At this time, you, Xiang Yu, may think that you are the most unfortunate person in the world, because you failed and "completely" defeated.

Liu bang stabbed you on the bank of Wujiang River with his treachery and despicable behavior. You lost, he won. He ascended the throne of the king, and no other overlord competed with him for the world and power. Of course, happiness was his at that time. But what will happen in the end? Isn't that how he died? But did he die as tragically as you? Liu bang is the king and Xiang Yu is the hero! So you fought bravely, fought bravely, and lost bravely. When the rhythm of Chu songs torments your eardrum from all directions like magic sound, your tears abrade your stalwart in front of screaming and watery concubine. So in Wujiang, you completed the nirvana of a person who did not abandon sincerity. You are immortal. You finally defeated Liu Bang and stabbed Liu Bang's reputation in later generations with your honesty.

A black coat, a black sword, a strong black coat, black hair and warm blood, which was left to us by the once all-powerful overlord of Chu on the banks of Wujiang River. A name will be engraved in the hearts of thousands of people in Qian Qian. And Liu Bang, what he left us is cunning or treacherous ... In the eyes of future generations, Liu Bang has never been compared with Xiang Yu, without his heroism of "swallowing the remnants of Lu" and his heroism of "blocking my dead end". Although he failed, what misfortune can he have?

[Comment] Combining the topic of "luck and misfortune", we skillfully use historical themes. By comparing Xiang Yu and Liu Bang, it is concluded that "Xiang Yu was defeated, but he died tragically and happily; Although Liu Bang won, the conclusion he left us was cunning, treacherous and unfortunate, which further clarified the dialectical relationship between luck and misfortune. Fluent language, profound feelings and vivid historical materials all show profound cultural connotations.

The 70-year development of junior high school composition has made the fifth middle school gradually rise and grow. In the past ten years, the dream of running a school in No.5 Middle School has gradually turned into a tall building full of books. After countless ups and downs, we have also trained a group of outstanding talents, and gradually formed an excellent teaching team, leading all the students to create brilliance again and again, which has brought pressure and motivation to our younger generation.

No.5 Middle School was established in August, 20xx, with a number of multimedia classrooms, two computer classrooms, well-equipped dormitory, canteen and infirmary, and semi-closed management. No.5 Middle School strives to break through history in all directions, and has set up the Angel Love Foundation and a helping group to help students study and live. Recently, the winners of the Tang Zhongying Scholarship also got together to make environmental protection enzymes. This activity has increased the interaction between classes.

The students of our school did not bear the great trust and achieved excellent results for our school. They have made great achievements in various competitions at all levels in cities and counties, and won many awards at or above the county level. I am a junior one student who has just entered school for nearly a semester. When I walked into this beautiful campus, I was more curious and confused. The military training life just started was full of sweat and laughter, but it only lasted for a week. Everyone has gained a lot in this week. In our impression, we have a deeper understanding of the word "military training".

After the military training, the students returned to a tense and rich study life. The teachers of all courses have made full preparations for the content of the class, and the class is lively and wonderful. Students also listen carefully and actively discuss their doubts after class, laying the foundation for the senior high school entrance examination.

At the end of the mid-term exam, the students breathed a sigh of relief, learned lessons from this exam, and strived for satisfactory results in the final exam. With the passage of time, I am more familiar with and yearning for the study and life in No.5 Middle School. No.5 Middle School will be the campus where I have lived for three years, and I will watch it grow up with me for three years bit by bit. I am very lucky. As soon as I arrived at this middle school, I celebrated its tenth birthday with it.

No.5 Middle School, a middle school full of learning atmosphere and joy, will definitely take me through the three-year junior high school curriculum happily. I believe that the Fifth Middle School will continue to develop and reach a new peak in history!

That summer, an exam ended our six-year class life and we went to different junior high schools. Although it may be difficult for everyone to get together again, the memory of those six years will not be forgotten.

In fact, when we just broke up, no one expected what would happen. At the graduation party, all the students were as usual, no one cried, and it seemed that they were not sad about the upcoming separation. At that time, my expectation of junior high school life seemed to overshadow my sadness about separation.

After a month in junior high school, I suddenly feel that junior high school is not as good as primary school. There are no friends in my class who can really talk to me. Lunch at noon is not as delicious as that in primary school. I always feel sleepy when the new Chinese teacher lectures. When a person sits in a daze at recess, he can't help but put his new classmates and old classmates in the right place: the fat man in the front row is like a naughty boy in the primary school class, and the girl in the last row is quite similar to the girl in the primary school. ......

The new junior high school class group has been built, and they are chatting in full swing every day. However, they used to be able to catch the top classes of several primary schools without setting a roof, but I don't know when they have slipped to the end. Let's have a look. The latest news still stays in September 1, when we asked each other which junior high school it was sent. Those students who used to cry in the group when they had nothing to do are now out of touch. Looking at the silent group chat, I wanted to say something, but I felt I couldn't start. At this time, I hope that no matter who it is, send something in the group, even if it is brushing the screen or canvassing, at least break the silence.

Occasionally, on the bus home, I can meet my primary school classmates. First, I saw a familiar back, and then I saw that familiar face. "Oh, isn't this someone?" "Hey, why are you here?" "I'm from No.6 Middle School next door." "Oh, I'm from No.8 Middle School, and your school uniform is too bad." "Hey, you are different. Why do you shave your hair like this? " "No way, hahaha ..." Every time I meet my primary school classmates, I hope that time will pass slowly, but I always can't.

The six-year primary school will soon be over, and we all go our separate ways, but those students, teachers and things in the six-year primary school, as well as the teaching building with creepers, will never forget it.

At the beginning of the year, I gently pushed open my grandfather's old door decorated with mottled red paint, and a quiet orange fragrance came to my face, mixed with the taste of cherry. In the distance, there are beautiful lilies, small cypress trees standing upright, and an old hen peacefully nests in the haystack in a small hole under the laundry table. They are my close childhood playmates, the most precious memories in my childhood memory, like the illusion of time, which reminds me of thousands of thoughts again and again. ...

Every summer, what I look forward to most is picking oranges with my grandfather. As far as I can remember, she has never eaten golden oranges, so I never know when the oranges are ripe and when they are still astringent. However, my grandfather will take me to pick a bunch in order to make me give up. He is so tall that I can't reach the orange tree standing on the small bench. He reached out and touched it. Grandpa often picks one first, peels it off, throws a few pieces into his mouth despite my objection, and then makes an intoxicated expression: "Oh, how sweet!" " "At this time, my indignation came to my mind like a flood, as if the only orange in the world had been occupied by him. I was so anxious that I punched and kicked my grandfather, and my tears flowed. Until he cried, he pouted and pretended to be smart, begging him to pick it for me again. Oranges are sometimes sweet and refreshing, sometimes sour and bitter. When my grandfather cheated me, I couldn't wait to break up with him.

I still vaguely remember that in the early autumn of one year, grandpa's old hen built a nest and laid eggs in the haystack. From time to time, she uttered a few soft calls, "cough, wow, wow", "cough, wow, wow", and tirelessly repeated this monotonous melody. Grandpa stood by smiling happily, still chanting "good boy, good boy, coming, coming". But I am very unhappy, and I am thinking about how to treat her well-who let her bother me with that hoarse voice all day?

At noon that day, my grandfather went to Qiao Zhuang market to buy things, and my grandmother went to church, leaving me alone to lock the door. While my grandparents are away, I have a sophisticated abacus in my heart. What a good time! The chicken is quiet and seems to be taking a nap. I took immediate action and got into the small cave. "giggle! Giggle! " The chicken flew out from the back cave, and the pale golden feathers fluttered all over the sky, like a small feather fan in the sky, shielding me from the dazzling sunshine. I climbed out of the henhouse with my hands and arms full of egg yolk and egg white and stuck chicken feathers. Like a feathered savage, I chased the hen all over the yard, and the hen ran around like a frightened mouse. In a short time, the whole yard was in a mess.

"Oh, my little ancestor! What are you up to? Ah? " Grandpa flew into a rage at this mess as soon as he entered the door. "The hen laid a good egg, but you messed it up! Hurry up and clean up! " Grandma who heard the voice dragged me to the corner and asked me seriously. But I'll take a look at it first-Justice outside pursed his ass, put his head and hand into the hole in the hill to dig out the residue after the bombing, and the hen behind him pecked rice to eat. Looking at this ridiculous picture, I laughed regardless of my grandmother's serious questioning. The inexplicable grandmother also turned to look at it. "Ha ha ha!" Grandma actually laughed out loud, and her voice scared me. In this way, an embarrassing story ended in a series of laughter.

In grandpa's yard, I spent the best time of my childhood, where too much affection and friendship were buried.

When the road was to be built along the river, the yard was about to be torn down. At that time, grandpa's body had gradually weakened. A week after the demolition began, I came back from my adoptive parents' house and was not directly taken home by my mother, but made a detour to see the yard.

Soon, grandpa passed away. He never stays in his new home. As far as I remember, he left with the yard. When grandpa died, I was outside his ward. I thought I would be sad, but I smiled and comforted my crying brother Sambo. I told him that grandpa would always be there, with his yard, with our childhood, as long as we remember.

Since junior high school, many people have said that youth should be squandered. I have a different idea.

How much youth can a person have in his life? This is the only one. If you splurge, it's gone. Don't let it be like childhood, you won't regret it until it is completely lost. I can't get it back if I want to.

And in this youth that belongs to us, we will usher in the senior high school entrance examination. Can we continue to splurge in such a tense atmosphere? The answer is naturally no, I think every adolescent boy or girl may want to play crazy in adolescence, but the realistic conditions do not allow it, because you are a student.

If you miss it, it will affect your high school and your university. Not to say that only a good junior high school can get into a good high school, and a good high school can get into a good university? At this age, it's time to play. Why not waste your youth? But we are facing the senior high school entrance examination, even the college entrance examination. Learning is our primary goal at present, isn't it?

After spending my youth, I feel that this word has been far away from me. When I first entered junior high school, I faded from my childhood and gradually matured. I had a lot of expectations for junior high school, but I didn't expect the junior high school classroom to be so tense. Going to school and studying became my primary task.

Why don't I want to spend a lot of time wasting my youth? But how dare we at this stage?