This is how I play composing music.

I play the composition like this 1.

"Snapping" a crisp landing sound, splashing some soil, combined with the rain around, it is no longer so audible, in

I play the composition like this 1.

"Snapping" a crisp landing sound, splashing some soil, combined with the rain around, it is no longer so audible, in this way, an extraordinary seed was planted on the top of this barren mountain.

Who is he? I can't remember the name for a long time, but I feel a little elegant and sad. He is grandpa's big brother.

To meet the first classroom experience in life, the day before the start of school, he suddenly visited, as if he had planned to let me climb the mountain together. Just arrived at the top of the mountain, it rained for a long time, and in this way, a seed was planted.

After going to school, I obviously feel uncomfortable, and I feel tired of learning. I am eager to go back to the past and run around the yard all day. I went to see the seeds as usual. Finally sprouted. This is a grass without a name. It is not only short, but also withered. Surrounded by shrubs and grass, it looks very humble. When he left, he gave me a long poem with seven rhymes, most of which I didn't understand, but I thought it had a long lasting charm. When my grandfather and I mentioned this poem, I knew the ups and downs of this genius's life. His dream is to fly to the sky. He worked hard for his dream of becoming an air force pilot, taught himself Russian and passed the exam with excellent results. However, at the time of the final physical examination, I was blocked out because my eyesight was not up to standard. Although he didn't succeed, he didn't lose heart and created extraordinary achievements in his ordinary post. After listening to his story, I felt full of strength and began to keep my feet on the ground step by step and catch up. Look at that grass, as tall as other shrubs, and it seems to be catching up.

"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine." I entered junior high school and haven't seen it for a long time. At that time, my sleeves were full of books, and I looked at the unyielding grass, which had blossomed huge flowers, which were beyond the reach of those short shrubs. In this way, I have made extraordinary achievements.

Up to now, I am different from the past. I'm used to sitting there with a pen and nib drawing all kinds of life. In this way, he planted a seed and germinated. I believe that all this will have a unique impact.

I play composition 2 like this.

I remember last summer vacation, the weather was much hotter than before. My mother and I plan to relax. We stayed in the bedroom and enjoyed the coolness brought by the air conditioner while watching TV. But suddenly, when we were having fun, the air conditioner broke down. Soon, the room began to heat up slowly, and my body gradually sweated a lot. My mother quickly called someone to repair it.

Then, we ran to the living room and turned on the electric fan, but we still felt very hot because of the high temperature. At this moment, the doorbell rang and the repairman uncle came. Mother greeted her and said, "Thank you for coming so soon!" " The repairman's uncle panted, "Yes, we should fix it earlier, so that you can enjoy the air conditioning earlier." Hearing what they said, I found that they were sweating like a pig. They must have passed several houses. My mother told them to take a rest before repairing, but they forgot their sweat and went to help us repair the air conditioner at once. They also said to us, "It's very hot in the bedroom. Just sit in the living room and blow the electric fan and wait. We will repair it soon. " Hearing this, my heart suddenly felt very relaxed. I smiled at uncle repairman's smiling face. After a while, my mother asked me to bring water to the repairman's uncle. I walked into the room, which was hot and stuffy. The repairman's uncle's sweat is dripping, but he is still concentrating on repairing our air conditioner and is too lazy to wipe it. His clothes are soaked to the skin. "Uncle, you have worked hard!" I quickly handed the water to my uncle, who said, "Let it go first! I'll drink it when it's repaired, thank you! "

After a while, it was finally repaired. Before the repairman could catch his breath, he packed his toolbox and was ready to go. My mother and I tried our best to keep him: "Take a break!" It's too hard on a hot day! "The repairman's uncle smiled. He waved and said, "Thank you! No need! There are still a few waiting for me to fix! I have to hurry! Come to the back room to cool off! " Afterwards, he said goodbye to us. Looking at his distant back, I am really grateful and moved.

If everyone can be like uncle repairman, how beautiful society will be! While helping others, of course I will feel very happy. I want to be such a respectable person and try my best to bring convenience and happiness to others.

I play composition 3 like this.

Time flies like a beautiful meteor. In a blink of an eye, I changed from an ignorant and naughty little girl to a primary school student who is about to graduate.

In a few months, I will welcome a charming and mysterious middle school. The yearning middle school should have a beautiful environment, and the campus should be mostly green, because green represents the vitality and hope of youth. The green corridor connects the teaching building, library and computer room. The classroom doesn't have to be gorgeous, but it must be spacious and bright.

Early in the morning, I came to the campus by bike, and the birds on the branches greeted me. The leaves waved to me; Even the flowers smile at me. Entering the classroom, the students quietly reviewed their lessons. I gently walked to my position, took out my book and began to review. The young female teacher came into the classroom with a sweet bell. My teacher should have a pair of big eyes, a waterfall of black hair and rich teaching experience. In class, the teacher teaches us knowledge in a gentle voice, so that we can get satisfactory answers in a relaxed atmosphere. "Bell …" After class, my good friend and I walked out of the classroom, lying on the railing and looking up at the colorful sky. My good friend should get excellent grades, so that we can surpass each other and get better and better grades. She should also be considerate and let us get along more happily.

So the morning passed. After school, the campus was boiling, and the students chattered out of the school gate and went home with their good friends. They laughed and laughed all the way, discussed math problems or talked about their favorite TV series with great interest, and didn't feel lonely at all. When I get home, I eat delicious food, then I read books and chat with my parents for a while.

Although such a day will be staged every day, I am not bored, and everything is arranged in an orderly way. I am like a bird spreading its wings and embracing the blue sky. This kind of high school gun yearns for, I look forward to, I pursue. ...

I play composition 4 like this.

He is tall, although he is not outstanding in appearance, but his mind is first-class; Although he is not good at math, he is not afraid of the teacher's questions; In every excellent composition, we can always see his familiar style. He is the head teacher of our class-Dong.

In math class, the teacher is talking about big geometry problems composed of many basic figures. I glanced at the shapeless figure and leaned against the wall, scanning the students in the classroom bored. It was the first class in the afternoon, and the students were very tired. They barely opened their sleepy eyes to support them, but soon fell asleep again. Among several seniors who were sitting soundly, I found Dong. He was squinting at the picture, writing pictures around the topic, nodding his head and saying to himself, "So that's it!" . Perhaps the teacher found my absent-mindedness, "Zhu Liangyu, you answer, what can you get from the known conditions?" .

I stood up slowly, looked at the puzzling question again, and then bowed my head in embarrassment. The teacher called several people in succession, without exception, but they didn't answer.

"teacher?" A timid voice came from behind, and Dong raised his right hand. "Because ... and satisfy the condition ..., according to this theorem ..., ab//cd." "Very good!" The teacher turned over Dong's notebook approvingly. "Sit down, too." In that sigh, I heard the teacher's disappointment with me. I looked at Dong, and I straightened up and devoted myself to this math class.

After class, I still feel unfinished. I asked Dong to tell me again. He flipped through his notebook, skillfully said a "because" and another "so". My thoughts are clear in an instant. I took the newspaper and thanked him. He waved his hand, then took out a copybook to practice, and soon entered the learning state. The copybook was not sent by the school. He wrote with strokes, angular and accurate. Although not as good as his deskmate's handwriting, he is neat and handsome. He took a long breath, shook hands, raised his pen and put pen to paper, still as serious as in math class.

I turned around quietly, took out my copybook and sketched it. Dong got into the top 30 again in this exam, but he is not arrogant and impetuous, and constantly improves his shortcomings in all aspects. Such a fierce schoolmaster, work hard. Who am I not to work hard?

When I looked back, he was still writing and working hard step by step. I can't help but sigh: "This kind of schoolmaster is really admirable!"

I play composition 5 like this.

Only in the depths of black soil can we bear the seeds of hope, take root and sprout, and thrive.

A few years ago, at the dinner table, I was wolfing down my rice bowl when I suddenly noticed my silent father with a mobile phone. Father has called his grandparents almost every day since he left his hometown. Most phone calls are about sharing joy, but that time, there was a rare sigh on the phone.

"This year's hard times! When it rains and blows, all the crops fall down! I'm going to other places tomorrow, and I don't know how much I can save ... "Grandpa told me in a hoarse voice, but I tasted a little sadness and despair from my hometown's always humorous dialect.

After hanging up the phone, my father silently turned the screen of the mobile phone to me-it was a picture sent by my grandfather: under the gray-black sky, the dark green was mixed with yellow crops, and the autumn rain oozing from the deep and fertile black humus was also dyed black-red, and the milky fog filled people with breath. Even through the screen, I touched the biting cold peculiar to late autumn in northern China.

Autumn is the busiest time in this country. In his spare time at work, my father watched the land in his hometown with the monitor on his mobile phone. The weather was still bad and there was not much sunshine in those days. In the faint fog, the figure of grandparents working always appears from time to time ... Later, I was busy with my studies and gradually forgot about it.

One year later, in the summer, there was good news-the final results were very gratifying. Taking this opportunity, my father and I booked a train ticket and went back to our hometown.

On the way to Tunli, the poplars on both sides grow straight. Looking up, it looks like a yellow-green dome on the roof. The sun shines on it and reflects the light of metal. I met my grandparents at the intersection and hugged them. It has been four years since we last met. Hands full of calluses and scars showed me their hard work.

I offered to go out for a walk by myself after supper. Habitually turn into the field next to the grass in the east of the village, shuttle between your own crops, let the broad green branches and leaves sweep, smell the unique fragrance of summer crops, step on the soft black land in the dense water vapor, and look at the large crops with gentle ups and downs and little white light in the distance. I feel more deeply, hope, in the land under my feet, so grow up!

I play composition 6 like this.

Junior high school composition: Why?

There are two Internet cafes near my home, three Internet cafes near my home, and many Internet cafes near my school. Then there will be countless internet cafes in the world. What about the boss who runs an internet cafe? I'm sure I can make a lot of money. Why do you say that? Because every time I pass an Internet cafe, there are bound to be many people in that Internet cafe. And I made a survey, and the students in Internet cafes accounted for 75%, and most of these 75% were middle school students and college students. Why is this happening? Blame the society, too, because the society is developing so fast and computers have been invented, so students must surf the Internet more. Look what they are doing. Oh, they are all chatting. Some are talking about msn (a chat tool), some are talking about qq (a chat tool), and some are not clean. That's disgusting. I wonder what middle school students and college students are thinking now. I really don't understand. No wonder, I am still a primary school student, how can I understand their thoughts.

Many newspapers have also published that some college students surf the Internet during the day and night, stay in Internet cafes for several days and nights, don't even go to school, don't go home, do nothing but surf the Internet, surf the Internet, surf the Internet ... What a pity for parents, my father has worked hard to earn money and spent it on the Internet. Their parents paid their tuition and hoped that they would study hard.

I have seen the column "Legal Report" broadcast by CCTV. A program said: A rural child passed an Internet cafe after school that day, and the owner of the Internet cafe said: "Come to my Internet cafe, children, and you can surf the Internet for free. It's good of you to come to the Internet cafe! " The child didn't understand at the time and went in. He went online for a while and felt good, so he continued to surf the internet. He went online for three days and nights without looking at the time. His parents thought the child hadn't come back for so long, so they called the police. Finally, the police found him in that internet cafe.

Why is this happening? Why is this happening? Why are all the students in Internet cafes now? Why? I really don't understand. Who can tell me?

This is how I play composition 7.

There is a saying like this: "tempering is golden, which can make you successful and brilliant;" People who are tempered can work miracles even more. "Exercise is the only way to success, which may make people fall down; Exercise is also a rare medicine that can give people spiritual support.

If we can look up at the distant sky while going through tempering, maybe we will have a new world and let us soar freely.

Once upon a time, there was a story about a group of ants who had not eaten for a long time because of the storm. Many ants are hungry. In search of food, they came to a wilderness. Facing the storm, they didn't flinch or be afraid. They chose to look for food separately. After a while, the wind became stronger and stronger. Some ants couldn't stand the strong wind and fled back to their caves quietly. However, some ants did not show the slightest fear, but bravely struggled with this harsh environment and continued to look for food. Finally, they found a "monster"-earthworm. After a hearty meal, they took the rest of the food back to the cave, only to find that the ants hiding in the cave, afraid of the wind and rain, had starved to death.

Of course, there is a more intimate and practical example. It can be seen everywhere in fields and mountains. who is it? That's grass. "Wildfire never completely devoured them, but they grew taller again in the spring breeze" wrote the tenacious grass! No matter how you spray pesticides and use shovels, it was withered at that time, but it was still alive, and it was alive again in a few days. Humans stop its growth, isn't this a tempering of it? In this way, the grass in this harsh environment, efforts to grow, trained a pair of "immortal body", and strive to grow in every corner of the earth.

Exercise can make ants survive in adversity, and exercise can make grass grow tenaciously in a sinister environment. Isn't it the same for people?

In normal times, I usually feel depressed because of some small things. For example, being criticized by teachers; Encounter setbacks; Quarrel with friends, etc. Now I know that these are all tempering for me. After these "tempering", I gained more experience and taught me to do things better.

Therefore, training can make us stronger and create greater miracles!