Beauty scar writing composition

1. Write a composition with scar. Primary school students' composition: literature reading guidance

Scar (reproduced)

School: Tangtou Central Primary School Grade: Grade 5 1 Class Yudie

When we go through spring, summer, autumn and winter, everything changes from warm to hot, then to cold, and then to cold, so that we can slowly realize the beauty of change; However, when our hearts fall from heaven to hell, it is only a moment, so unprepared, like a fire suddenly frozen, biting cold.

Some scars are in your heart, so don't touch them, because they hurt once you touch them.

Some wounds will scar, but new skin will never grow. The scar was branded there, deep and hard, and could not be erased.

Hold out your right hand, look carefully, look at your heart. It is so small and fragile. How can you bear to carve deep scars on it and leave eternal pain?

When we go through spring, summer, autumn and winter, everything changes from warm to hot, then to cold, and then to cold, so that we can slowly realize the beauty of change; However, when our hearts fall from heaven to hell, it is only a moment, so unprepared, like a fire suddenly frozen, biting cold.

At that moment, you even forgot the pain, only to find that you can be numb without * * *.

Perhaps, time is really the best medicine to cure pain, but time will dilute everything, but it will never be washed away. After a long time, at a certain moment, you will find that everything has never disappeared and has remained in your heart, becoming a thick scar. Don't open it, I'm afraid that a light touch will sting you and bring tears to your eyes.

I once thought that no matter how unforgettable, after the passage of time, one day I would walk through life wonderfully like a meteor in the night sky and a rainbow. You remember its beauty, you recall its happiness, but it will only pass through your life again, leaving no trace. But after all, it touched the deepest chord in my heart, and I will really know that some memories and some are really unforgettable. The only thing you can do is to bury it.

When you want to love someone with your heart, please remember that you will be happy, but you will also be sad and painful. After the pain, it will be deep pain. Therefore, you must be prepared, and then love or accept love.

In life, there is always a love that is the most beautiful story in your memory. Maybe, it won't be perfect. In life, there are always people you cherish most. Maybe you can't cherish it anymore.

2. Write a composition for middle school students entitled "Scar", which is also beautiful.

Sun, Hengxing Middle School, Anxi County, Fujian Province

I am not a beautiful child, I have known it since I was a child. Because of my naughty childhood, I left many souvenirs-scars. Those scars, big or small, concave or convex, can't be described as "terrible". Perhaps, my feelings for them can be better expressed by "hateful".

Every time I see my friends' smooth skin, I feel inferior in my heart.

Mother is still gentle as water: "Girl, you don't like these scars, do you?"

I pouted, and the boss was very upset: "Yes, it's so annoying, it's not good-looking ..."

My mother interrupted me: "People are cute not because they are beautiful, but because they are cute."

"It's easy to say, they are just hanging, can they leave it alone!" I retorted with a pout.

Mother didn't get angry and patiently said, "Since we can't ignore it, let's treat each other with a scratch."

I snorted and didn't look up.

My mother raised her hand and stroked a small scar on my left eyebrow. She said, "When you were three years old, your father was working on a ladder, and accidentally knocked down the hammer of the ladder, just hitting the scar left by you playing under the ladder. You lost a lot of blood when you were young, and your father and I were scared to death. Later, you learned your lesson, stopped playing in that dangerous place near the ladder, and never got hurt again.

I am silent: What does this mean?

Think again about how this scar came from. My mother pointed to a scar on the back of my hand and continued, "When you were young, you always counted the bottles at home over and over again. When you save a certain amount, you take them to the canteen to exchange money and buy snacks to satisfy your desire. And if you refuse to walk well and even jump, you won't suffer, not to mention the terrible fall, and you will be drawn by the fragments of the bottle. But you are still willing to count bottles and change money ... "

I listened to these distant stories of scars that really happened to me, and suddenly realized. Looking up at my mother's smiling eyes, I smiled knowingly.

In those stories of growing up, there are always unforgettable memories, and recalling them is a kind of happiness. These scars are traces of my growth. Worrying about them is really much ado about nothing.

From another angle, scars are also beautiful.

(Instructor Zhang Lizhen)

A beautiful scar constitutes an unforgettable scar on my right leg and knee. This scar records my childhood and the story of me and Miss Li. At that time, I was only in the first grade, and whenever I think about it, it will make people red-eyed.

"Ding ... Ding ..." After class, I was walking alone in the corridor, and the wind was blowing, and every leaf was dancing, as if greeting me. My heart melted.

Go upstairs alone and think quietly. Suddenly, I slipped and fell. "Oh, it hurts ..." Blood is as fierce as running water and it hurts! The students around me were attracted by the sound and looked at me.

I buried my head and sobbed, shaking slightly all over. Tears fell out of my eyes one by one, and flowed to my neck, wound and blood. Teacher Li arrived at the sound, and when he saw this scene, he was shocked: "Why is there so much blood?" After the students around me made it clear to the teacher, I looked at Miss Li with tears in my eyes. Miss Li looked worried: Go to the infirmary! I nodded vaguely and wiped my tears with my hand.

As soon as my right foot took a step, Miss Li quickly grabbed me: "You are injured and can't walk. I'll carry you. " Miss Li hurriedly carried me on her back, and blood ran down her skirt. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and my heart thumped: Teacher, your ... your clothes are stained with blood. Miss Li said with a smile, "It doesn't matter, your clothes can be washed when they are dirty."

Lying on teacher Li's body, it seems that there is a ray of warm sunshine shining on me, so warm and comfortable! Opening the door of the infirmary, Miss Li sat down behind my back. My sister in the infirmary quickly bandaged my wound, applied medicine with a cotton swab and rubbed alcohol. But I still can't stop bleeding.

My sister had no choice but to say, "Now this wound is very serious. We must go to the hospital for treatment! " "Miss Li looked at me and asked other teachers to take us to the hospital. We sat on a motorcycle and blood dripped on the road with the wind.

Miss Li looked at my injury and asked, "Does it still hurt?" I nodded with a frown, and you smiled at me: it's almost there, hold on! I bit my lip and nodded hard. "Miss Li, that's very kind of you. Thank you for your concern! " I said this to Miss Li in my mind. My eyes immediately drifted to the side of the road, and along the way, my heart was pounding, as if something had filled my heart and was about to overflow.

"The hospital is here." Miss Li came down behind my back and walked along a bumpy road. When I am healing, you accompany me to check, take medicine and sew needles.

I was lying in the hospital bed, listless and pale, as if I had a serious illness. I sighed and smoothed my bangs scattered on my forehead. You bring me a cup of warm water and carry me behind my back. Your palms are so warm: "Come on, have a glass of water and replenish water."

I said sickly, "thank you, teacher." You patted me on the shoulder and whispered, "Are you better? This is the medicine that the nurse's sister took. Come, take the medicine! " "The medicine is bitter and I don't want to take it," I reached out and pushed it away, shaking my head. Teacher Li stroked my head: "Bitter medicine, how can you not take medicine?" ? Being sick is no joke! Only by taking the medicine can your wound heal! "I have no reason to refute, so I managed to swallow the medicine.

Miss Li looked at me with a smile: take a nap after taking the medicine, cheer up, and go back to class after the injury. "I nodded, very uncomfortable.

"The wound has just been stitched, isn't it very uncomfortable? Don't get out of bed and walk. The wound is just right and needs a good rest, otherwise it will rupture and aggravate the condition! Hey, listen. " I like Miss Li's intonation, which is neither too slow nor too anxious.

Her skin is very white, her eyes are very clear, and her lips are gently turned up and down when she speaks, so gentle. I took a deep breath and my tears solidified at this moment ... This scar is my eternal memory and the most beautiful gift from God.

Thank you! Miss Li, our good teacher, we will always put you in the deepest part of our hearts, and we will always love you.

4. Don't copy the 800-word composition about scar. It is said that God created man, but God is not a kind and loving parent. He left us in a strange environment, let us explore, experience joys and sorrows, understand the true meaning of life and find our own sky. In this way, when we return to God, we will be scarred.

Me too. I have a 1.5cm scar on my chin. I am a girl, but that scar is not an ugly trace I hate, but a trace I yearn for.

When I was a child, I lived in a different place and was excluded by other children. I could only watch them. That scar was left when I helped a little friend fall on the ice. Because of that scar, they saw my courage and I had a good playmate.

When I reached school age, my parents and I returned to my hometown. Although I can't bear to part with them, they said I would take this brave scar to find new friends, so I encouraged myself. From then on, I was like a dandelion separated from my mother, blindly looking for a foothold.

The fact is not as simple as I thought. For me, kindergarten to primary school is a dark hell. Not only did he have no friends, but he was bullied by his seniors. I became melancholy and unpredictable.

In a blink of an eye, I entered junior high school. I used that scar to encourage myself to find new friends bravely. I try to keep my cheeks smiling so that we can feel my friendliness; I will take the initiative to interrupt their conversation, only to find that the topic is friends I don't have; I offered to help them, but I didn't make them hate me. ...

I don't understand why I won't have friends. I have reflected, but there is still no result. They say that only sincere friends are friends, and those who only bring trouble to others are not worth mentioning. But for me, even that kind of person, I would like to make friends with him. My childhood playmates already have new friends. Every time I think of it, I cry sadly. I feel the scar on my chin and find that the scar is becoming less and less obvious.

Now that I have entered high school, I no longer deliberately ask myself to be brave enough to find friends. Every time after school, I can only bow my head silently when I see other students smiling and holding hands to go home. In class, I saw other students arguing fiercely, but I could only look at the blue sky lazily and comfort myself. I will also have friends, but in my heart.

I don't deny that I envy them. I often fantasize about the beautiful picture with my friends and the plan to make them high, but I have never let them experience it because they exist.

Once, my mother suddenly said that I couldn't look at the scar. I was very happy, because it would affect my image after all, but how I hope it can accompany me forever and let me work bravely for my friends again. Maybe because I can't see the scars and others can't see my needs.

Lost scars become history, leaving no trace. Lost scars, my lost pain.

5. Do you know the beautiful third-grade composition in Scar with 600 words? Actually, everyone is an angel. -inscription

God, it's really cloudy and gloomy. A boy hid in the corner and sobbed. "Son, why are you crying?" A soft voice came from a height. The child looked up and looked for the source of the sound with tears in his eyes. It is the female teacher who is teaching them Chinese now. "teacher, I ... "The boy hesitated, frowned, bit his lip and bowed his head. "Son, talk to the teacher! Maybe the teacher can help you! Hiding in the corner and crying like this is not good, is it? " She seemed to understand the boy's complicated heart, squatted down and held the child's right hand in her hand.

The child clenched his left hand into a small fist, lowered his head and struggled in his thoughts. Finally, the child once raised his head. "teacher, I ... I have a scar on my back. My mother said it was left by fire. When the teacher asked us to change clothes, the students all saw it. They are afraid to be with me and keep calling me a monster. I ... hehe. "

The teacher was shocked and wiped the tears from the child's face with her hand. "Let the teacher have a look?" The boy hesitated, and the teacher added, "The teacher won't make fun of you!" " The boy mentioned his clothes, and many clothes appeared in front of the teacher. The female teacher gave a cry and the boy covered his scar nervously. "Teacher, are you afraid? "The female teacher came to her senses. Of course, she was startled, but ... she didn't know what to say, did she? No, that boy is sad enough. "Son, you are too worried, you know? Every child is an angel, an angel, you know? It's those with white wings on the back. They are all children of God. They were sent down by God for being naughty. The teacher said slowly, "and you are God's favorite child, so he didn't take off your wings, but he became something else, the scar on your back." The boy was fascinated. "Teacher, really?" "well! Did the teacher lie to you! " The boy smiled brightly. "ah! I am God's favorite angel! Oh, thank you, teacher. I want to tell them that I am an angel! "

The boy jumped up and left the teacher happily. The teacher stood up, looked at the boy's back and smiled knowingly.

6. Scar composition in hometown 600 words A few days ago, I went back to my hometown with my husband and cleaned up the old house, but I accidentally found antiques at home.

This old house is more than 50 years old, with low and narrow walls and grass tops. Even the windows are made of wood.

After several repairs, it barely collapsed. I haven't lived in it for more than ten years.

The yard is full of poplars and Chinese toons, as well as native weeds and wild flowers. It is basically inaccessible.

Every year, when Toona sinensis shoots, we will pick some and make the rest grow old. Parents also thought about planting something here, but without water, the old man can't manage it when he is old, so it's deserted.

Every time I see this house, I feel like an old man in his twilight years, and I am inevitably sad. My husband once joked that this house, with its grass roof and earth walls, is warm in winter and cool in summer, and is made of pure natural materials. It is also an antique.

A typhoon this year, many dangerous houses collapsed, but our house did not collapse. But it is also more unstable.

The renovation of dangerous houses in the village belongs to the scope of demolition. Be sure to clean up the contents before demolition.

The so-called antiques are a pair of wooden barrels at home. ) There are also stone mills and cymbals.

An old square table, the so-called square table. These are several major events in my mother-in-law's life.

Every old thing records a story. ……。

When the house disappears, the memory will not disappear. My mother-in-law told me the story of these things in detail.

I admire my mother-in-law's memory. People in their 80s are quick-witted and remember clearly. Maybe these things are too deep in her memory.

As for those stories, I have to tell them later ... let's go to dinner first.

7. Composition, scar is the most beautiful medal. In this process, it is inevitable to leave scars on the body. Every scar has an unforgettable story, not only physical scars, but also mental, spiritual and ideological scars. A nation, a country, may also leave scars in the historical development, which can cause us a lot of thinking and memories. There is pain, happiness, lessons and feelings.

Please write an article of at least 800 words on the topic of "Facing the Scar"

Requirements: ① Independent decision; 2 self-made titles; ③ Optional angle; (4) distinctive stylistic features.

23.(60 points) Scoring standard: With reference to the composition scoring standard in the college entrance examination instructions, it is suggested to score 43 as the benchmark, and deduct 1 point for each wrong word, with a maximum of 5 points, and 2 points is not enough, and deduct 1 point for each missing two lines.

According to the tip in front of the topic, "scar" can refer to or write physical scars, while virtual writing can write spiritual, spiritual, national and national scars as scars owned by students, which may be physical scars left by naughty children, or