The composition of the second grade in my heart

In daily study, work and life, many people have written compositions, through which we can gather our scattered ideas together. What is the composition you have seen? The following is my second grade composition, which I collected and sorted out, hoping to help everyone.

In my heart, I was born an orphan. Don't I have parents? Don't! It was the feudal thoughts left in their hearts that cut off this feeling, and I was generously sent to a strange and warm family.

This is a poor and happy family. Although the family is not rich, they love each other and live a harmonious and happy life. There is a kind mother, an industrious and capable father and two dear brothers. They gave me love higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea. It soothes my injured young mind and cares for my healthy and difficult growth.

Although I have never enjoyed the love of my biological parents, I am no worse than other children. Although I have never shed blood with them, what I get is more sacred and precious love than my biological parents.

My mother is an angel, always guarding me and watching me grow up little by little. Meticulous care for me makes me feel the warmth of maternal love all the time. I was sickly when I was a child. My mother accompanied me day and night, took care of me, served me early, and quietly tucked me in at midnight. My mother smiled happily when I was alive and healthy in front of her. Looking back, I saw my mother's bloodshot glasses and a few white hairs, and her nose was sour …

Dad, in my eyes, he is the best and most caring father in the world. I deeply remember that time in my mind, when my father promised me to cook fried rice noodles at night. After school, I stayed at home obediently, expecting my father's "triumphant return". It's getting dark, and my father is still missing. At this time, the elderly grandmother ran over in a panic and said, "Your father had an accident and went home to cook for you ..." A father ignored his own safety in order to meet his daughter's requirements. My eyes are blurred, and I really want to say to my father: Dear dad, I love you!

How many sunrises, how many sunsets, how many stars are in the sky. When I took the lollipop from my brother and saw that my brother endured a beating, my heart would be full of happiness and pride, so I took my beloved book and buried myself in studying hard to repay the people I loved.

Everyone has a "secret base" in his heart. No one knows that there are too many good memories in that base.

I went downstairs yesterday with a pen and diary in my heart. Because we made a bold plan today: walk to the "farmer's manor".

I walked in the street with Wang and Sun (both good friends) and looked at the houses in the street curiously.

"Oh, my God! The house is made of mud, the doors are like ancient doors, and the windows are all made of bricks. Oh, my God! It's amazing. If this earthquake comes and hasn't shaken, it will all collapse! " I looked at this "wonderful" house curiously and couldn't help sighing.

Talking while walking, talking about Sun's life in Longhua School; On Wang's school life —— Let's talk about my school life here: After walking for 30 minutes, I finally saw a marble erection that read "Farmer's Manor" with the key facing down.

We look in the direction of the key head, but we can't see the end, but we won't give up, come on! Let's get started.

"Look, we all passed the mine!" Wang Dasheng shouted.

"Why hasn't it arrived yet!" Sun said.

"Let's go up and have a look!" I pointed to a hill two meters high and said.

"Have this intention!"

"Look, it can't be a so-called farmhouse!" Wang said. We looked in the direction of her finger. This is a beautiful pavilion, but it seems far away.

We look at the goal and have the confidence to struggle. Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at the gate of the so-called peasant manor, just like the ancient gate, but closed.

"Let's go to the side seam and have a look!" I went up and bought a big dog and ran towards us quickly. Run for your life first! Our first thought was that the three of us started running until 100 meters before we dared to stop.

"Wang, don't tell me you haven't been here!" Sun asked.

"yes." I answered.

"I feel dizzy. This is the first time for the three of us. We walked for an hour and were refused. What is this? " Alas! Tired and hungry, we walked for another hour and a half before going back.

Looking at each other's mess, "hahaha!" We forgot to be tired and smiled.

We did a lot of stupid things, which are priceless to us.

In a person's heart, there are always some things hidden: secrets, memories, troubles, happiness, pain, pride and happiness. ...

I remember it was in March of 18. It was a day that I will never forget, and it was also a special thing for me, a particularly important old man. That day was my 12 birthday. Get up early in the morning and hurry to eat, wash and prepare. Soon, menstruation came. She took out the cosmetic box and skillfully patched my makeup. I put on my new clothes and danced happily at home. /kloc-arrived at the hotel after 0/0, and I heard from my uncle that several classmates had arrived. Who could they be? I walked in and several classmates saw me. "Wow!" Yan Ruyi told me: "They are saying that you have changed!" As soon as I heard it, I chatted happily with them. If it was someone else's birthday, I would sit in the corner and watch it quietly, but I can't today. I am the protagonist, and I can't stay in the corner alone. From that moment, I knew how excited I was. Here come some more students. I became a small host, warmly entertained them, brought them dried fruits, put drinks ... and another classmate came. She said something was wrong, so she put down her present and left first. I found the host, and she asked me about my recent situation, that is, how was my study recently? Study hard and the program at the party. I sang "The Theme of Time" with a classmate, and David Beckham and David sang "Talent" for us. As for the sketch, because one of my classmates didn't come, I can only "abort" with regret.

The banquet has begun. I gave a speech on the stage, blowing candles and cutting cakes with my parents, grandparents and grandparents. My grandfather's speech was "shocking" in terms of evaluation, and my father's speech was "July 8". After getting off the stage, the host didn't say what to do next, and the students swarmed at once, but soon they lined up and began to give gifts. They are scrambling, especially He, who keeps ahead, for fear that he will slow down and even take pictures first.

In the afternoon, we went to Jingwei Park for activities, but they went to boiling water to float, even the square bricks on the ground were not spared, and they dug one by one and turned into stone blocks.

Although I am very nervous today, I am still unfinished, so happy!

Every time I see the faint starlight in the dark blue sky, I will think of you-children shining like stars.

He is a shining star of Chengdong Primary School in Taizhou City, Jiangsu Province. In the second grade, the Wenchuan earthquake made him anxious like an ant on hot bricks-he couldn't wait to grow up at once. He sent his own heart and a lot of care and help to some children of the same age in Wenchuan.

He made a good friend in a primary school in Wenchuan, and the two brothers became more and more intimate. Wenchuan's classmates gave him a wax duck. He resolutely divided the duck into 60 pieces and gave them to everyone in the class to taste. He said that he wanted every classmate to taste the taste of love. Like many students, he has his own hobbies, and his favorite is model airplanes. After the Mid-Autumn Festival, he came from Wenchuan with love and dreams to see Yu Zicheng, who had always given him hope and help.

This wonderful song comes from the deepest part of his heart. He writes beauty with love and tells his feelings with his heart. This is the story of a "little dreamer" Yu Zicheng. If he is called a dreamer, it seems that only Zhang Linzhi, a "dream-chasing teenager", can release his dreams. He took off with wings.

He seems to have always been ambitious. He wants to take a Sichuan sister sponsored by his family on his own plane, spread his wings and soar between heaven and earth, and travel to Bai Yunbian. In order to make Chuanmei live in his home more comfortable, he dressed up his room as a princess room and let her live in it. In order to let grandma have something to do at home, he worked as a pupil at school during the day, became a small teacher after returning home, and then taught grandma to do her homework. In order to complete the parachute of the model airplane, he thought hard and tried repeatedly in the light at night. He just has such perseverance that once he has determined one thing, he will never give up.

These things, like stars, make me think deeply. They are always moved and make our hearts tremble. I wonder why they have such tenacious spirit and broad mind to tolerate those setbacks in life. It turns out that they all have a beautiful heart.

Youth is a blooming flower, with its gorgeous petals paving the way of life. Youth is wonderful music, with its jumping notes playing the melody of life, young people's hearts shine with star-like songs, which are worth singing forever.

In my heart, my parents' love will bloom forever, and it will open silently in my deepest heart.

Living with my parents since childhood, I am used to their meticulous care and turn a blind eye to their concern. Even trivial things can make me furious, regardless of their feelings. Especially after learning that they have seen my mobile phone without authorization, I am very disgusted and vigilant.

The lazy habit of entering primary and secondary schools makes me feel uncomfortable with my new study life, which leads to a backlog of homework at night and often works late into the night. That night, sitting at my desk and looking out the window, other people's lights went out one by one, and my heart became more and more agitated. My parents came in and sat on my bed. "Hey, look at me when you do your homework!" Angry, I can't bear to think about it. Unconsciously, it was past ten o'clock, and I finally finished my homework. I jumped up and suddenly stood there involuntarily. Mother sat there with a magazine in her hand, but her eyes were sleepy. Father is lying in bed with his eyes half open, but he snores everywhere. Looking at them, my eyes were moist, and the past came to my mind instantly.

I was very playful when I was a child. I often lie on the coffee table in the living room, watching TV while doing my homework, and my grades drop sharply. The parents' meeting was held, and I waited at home trembling, but my mother was extremely embarrassed and went to attend. When my mother came back, I greeted her anxiously, but her mother was as gentle as usual: "The teacher has great expectations for you and is very strict with the teacher. Don't let him down! " Aside from my guilt, I changed my playful habit, became steady and serious, and always ranked among the best in my grade.

My mother's tenderness often makes me regret it, while my father's love is silent and deep. Dad loves this family and often goes home when I am asleep. His big hands are cracked and rough because of his work.

The past is surging, and I am in tears, because I am not satisfied, because I am arrogant, because I am indifferent, because I am not grateful.

In a flash, the flower of love bloomed in my heart. I know that this bright flower will never give off a charming fragrance. It will fragrance my growing years and my life!

Have you heard the composition 6 of Grade 2 in your heart? That's the voice of the heart spring.

Wind and rain-deep in the soul. Sometimes the wind and rain are always so affectionate, a gust of wind comes and it rains, and it feels soft and steady, but sometimes it rains cats and dogs, and it feels very sad. At this time, I am deeply concerned about the photos of the photo frame. Although there is a kind smile in the photo, I can't feel the breath.

Rain, falling, suddenly the raindrops become bigger and splash on the ground, which reminds me of the eternal sadness of "leaving the residual lotus to listen to the rain"

"Xiao Ying, no matter where your grandmother is, you must learn to be strong." This sentence rippled in my mind again, making me pick up the photo frame and leave my sad face behind. At this point, my eyes have been staring at my grandmother and my hands are touching her face. I either meditate or smile. It only takes a gust of wind to take me to heaven to meet my grandmother. At this time, what I got was "tears fall into my eyes without words, and red flies through the ages." Sadness.

The wind, whistling, suddenly said, "Wind, please be louder!" " ! Blow me to a distant paradise, I want to talk to my grandmother alone. "The wind is stronger, and the trees on the side of the road bend and sway.

The storm in my heart, please listen, what is that? This is the inner voice!

"Grandma, you love flowers, flowers always make you intoxicated. You like to see peony with beautiful colors, summer lotus with clean and clear ice, autumn chrysanthemum with high wind and high frost, and winter plum with cold ling alone, that's right! You love flowers. " I took the photo album and muttered to myself.

The wind and rain have slowed down quietly, and you only need one heart to feel the gentleness of the wind and rain. Push the cloud road, hide the clouds and cross the waves. I saw you. You smiled and waved to me and motioned me to run over. I see, I am running, hoping to run to your side as quickly as possible, but you are so far away from my sight, so don't go, okay? Don't go. ...

The harmony between wind and rain in my heart may be "there are flowers that can be folded straight, and there is no need to wait for folding." Because of it!

Everyone has a "secret base" in his heart. No one knows that there are too many good memories in that base.

I went downstairs yesterday with a pen and diary in my heart. Because we made a bold plan today: walk to the "farmer's manor".

I walked in the street with Wang and Sun (both good friends) and looked at the houses in the street curiously.

"Oh, my God! The house is made of mud, the doors are like ancient doors, and the windows are all made of bricks. Oh, my God! It's amazing. If this earthquake comes and hasn't shaken, it will all collapse! " I looked at this "wonderful" house curiously and couldn't help sighing.

Talking while walking, talking about Sun's life in Longhua School; On Wang's school life —— Let's talk about my school life here: After walking for 30 minutes, I finally saw a marble erection that read "Farmer's Manor" with the key facing down.

We look in the direction of the key head, but we can't see the end, but we won't give up, come on! Let's get started.

"Look, we all passed the mine!" Wang Dasheng shouted.

"Why hasn't it arrived yet!" Sun said.

"Let's go up and have a look!" I pointed to a hill two meters high and said.

"Have this intention!"

"Look, it can't be a so-called farmhouse!" Wang said. We looked in the direction of her finger. This is a beautiful pavilion, but it seems far away.

We look at the goal and have the confidence to struggle. Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at the gate of the so-called peasant manor, just like the ancient gate, but closed.

"Let's go to the side seam and have a look!" I went up and bought a big dog and ran towards us quickly. Run for your life first! Our first thought was that the three of us started running until 100 meters before we dared to stop.

"Wang, don't tell me you haven't been here!" Sun asked.

"yes." I answered.

"I feel dizzy. This is the first time for the three of us. We walked for an hour and were refused. What is this? " Alas! Tired and hungry, we walked for another hour and a half before going back.

Looking at each other's mess, "hahaha!" We forgot to be tired and smiled.

We did a lot of stupid things, which are priceless to us.

Although time flies, some things have been treasured in my memory.

She is ordinary and great. She once gave me upward motivation and inspiration for my life. She was my childhood dance teacher.

I don't spend every day with this teacher, but she gives me confidence in my life.

Dance class, I am not suitable for learning dance, most teachers don't like me very much. A teacher gave me a different impression. She is very gentle. She has a good time with me every day.

What impressed me most was that the dog family did pre-class exercises and chose a classmate to shout, limiting the time of each link. At that time, I was too timid to choose me. But the teacher chose me to shout. When you are embarrassed for the first time, pull me aside and gently enlighten me. It doesn't matter if you try, you can definitely shout. I couldn't dance well at that time, but the teacher seemed to like me better. The second time, I thought it would be better to shout slogans, but in the face of the empty hall, so many people's eyes still couldn't shout. When I saw the teacher's smiling and encouraging eyes, my heart was extremely contradictory. "What should I do? Alas! Still crustily skin of head shouted! " I thought to myself silently. "1234,2234" haha! Finally, I overcame my timidity and shouted louder and louder.

She fills me with confidence. After such exercise, I actually like dancing. Later, I felt that my dancing talent was not good and I didn't make much progress in practice. She seemed to read my inner thoughts and said to me, "You are not very good at this, but you have an advantage. Aren't you good at learning? " Don't give up when you encounter difficulties, work hard anyway, I believe you. "After listening to the teacher's encouragement, I feel as if there is a warm current in my heart. I am very grateful. This little thing inspired me not only in this small aspect, but also in my study. I became cheerful and confident. She showed my potential.

I never thought that she would leave us so soon. Six months later, she went to work elsewhere, and I never saw her again. I haven't asked for help for five or six years. In these five or six years, whenever I encounter difficulties, my ears will think of her words, and my eyes will see her kind smile. Now I am a very confident girl.

How are you, my unforgettable dance teacher? I wonder if you still remember my naive and shy little girl. Your intentional or unintentional encouragement will change my life, just like lilacs floating outside the window, leaving her fragrance in the hearts of passers-by.

If you are in a good mood, everything will go smoothly. Always tell yourself that I can do it. Be content!

Do you like music? Can music bring you happiness? Choosing the right concert will bring you a good mood, and smiling can also change our mood.

All our losses can be compensated and all our pains can be comforted. But once youth disappears like a dream, it will take away the beauty in our hearts and never come back, right?

I don't want to know what you do. I just want to know why you are so miserable, and if you dare to pursue your dreams. I don't want to know what kind of "star" will occupy your heart, I just want to know if you are sad; In the face of hard life, will you become more open-minded, or will you become cautious because you are afraid of suffering more? Close your heart from now on! I don't want to know whether your story is true or not. I just want to know whether you will be loyal to yourself, don't care about other people's eyes, dare to bear the blame of betrayal, don't want to go against your conscience, and be honest and reliable. I don't want to know who you are, and I don't want to know how to become you now. I just want to know if you want to stand in the fire with me, never back down.

My friends, imagine. You are unprecedented! No matter in the past or in the future, there will never be a person exactly like you. You are unique in the vast world!

How many times have we missed happiness just because their packaging is different from what we thought? Remember, what you have now is exactly what you want. Sometimes, we don't realize that we were or are happy, just because its appearance is different from our dreams. Therefore, happiness is a journey, not a destination!

Humans are constantly pursuing eternal life. So we ask ourselves. Will our behavior be famous forever? Long after we disappeared, strangers heard our names … will they know who we really are?

Deep in my heart, the second day composition 10 lilies are in full bloom and roses make new sounds. However, the flowers in my heart didn't last long.

He is my friend since childhood and my best friend. Our footprints once flowed by the river, and our laughter once surrounded the fields.

Spring is always so beautiful. I often fly kites with her in the square of my hometown. Her is a goldfish and mine is an ugly eagle. One day, she looked at the kites playing in the air and said, "Let's make two identical kites so that we can watch them fight." So that spring, we had a new job-making kites.

However, before our first kite is finished. He is going to town with his parents. At that time, we were crying all the time, and I looked at the blooming lilies in my second brother's house. Secretly picked a lily that hasn't opened yet and gave it to her personally. That night, I watched her go until I couldn't catch her anymore. I cried on the way home.

Later, I went to middle school and learned to make kites. I gave my kite to my classmates. The students readily accepted my gift. So every spring, there are always many flying kites in the square. These are the kites she once asked me to make.

One day, my aunt who came back from the city said that she was ill in hospital. I was surprised and came up with the idea of going to see her. But what if there is no money? Help all my friends and classmates. I came to this city with trepidation. With the help of the police, I found her-my best friend.

When I watched her sleep in the hospital bed, I cried with joy. It woke up under my gaze, and then she hugged me and cried, just like the day she left. That day, we talked a lot about the past. When I had to leave, she smiled and said to me, "I want flowers, but not lilies, but roses." Looking at her lovely smiling face, I smiled.

When I arrived at the hospital with another bouquet of roses in my hand, she was gone forever. Aunt said and left with a smile. That night, I cried.

Today, a few years later, roses and lilies are competing to open again. But the flowers in my heart will never bloom again.