High school composition is 300 words.

In study, work and life, everyone has written a composition, and you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. With the help of composition, you can vent your emotions and adjust your mood. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is a composition of 300 words in Grade One/10 300, which I carefully arranged. Welcome to read, I hope you will like it.

After entering senior high school, the 300-word composition of Grade One 1 indicates that we will enter the university and society.

High school uses four pieces of paper to decide where your future path is, but the road ahead is still long and there will be many things to experience. When encountering difficulties, always remind yourself: I can do it!

Time is like a fleeting shadow cast by a bird on the grass. The roaring arrow crossed a sudden arc in the sky, and everything disappeared without a trace, as if it were just a flick of a finger. I will devote myself to this invisible war.

When I was in junior high school, my parents said that the senior high school entrance examination was important, but who knows what the final result will be? There are fewer and fewer people accompanying me, more and more people struggling, and the competition is becoming more and more cruel. The so-called "natural selection, survival of the fittest" is nothing more than that. Knowledge in high school is getting harder and harder, but people are still moving forward. Even if they break their heads, they can't stop learning. For the word "ideal" and the decisive battle for the college entrance examination.

Because this is our last battle. Twelve years of cold window, just for this war.

Outside the window, the sun is shining, but it is not bright enough for my ideal. A lyric flashed in my mind: "chase the ideal and let all the hopes bloom." I believe that I and the ideal I pursue will eventually be full of joy!

Youth is like a platform written by the post-80s generation, which will eventually come and go and gradually accumulate into the most beautiful picture in memory. -inscription

God is fair, because he has arranged a guardian angel around everyone.

In adolescence, we always look forward to a love that does not belong to us. Even if it is scarred in the end, I am willing to pay stupidly. Ignorant youth is doomed to spend in pain! Life may be just like Shakespeare said: when you like me, I don't like you; When you love me, I like you; I fell in love with you when you left me. You walk too fast, otherwise I can't keep up with you.

Life has been rushing for decades, lively and powerful. Why waste time on love that doesn't belong to us? Maybe giving up the so-called love can get real happiness!

When we are lost, when we are sad, when we are happy … There are always two "fools" around us. There will always be our safe haven.

On a street corner, there are still some unforgettable memories that I don't want to forget!

When the dream was broken, I tried to pick up the pieces, hoping to piece them together again, but no matter how hard I tried, the pieces crossed my fingers like water. You can start all over again without trying.

We are young and ignorant, and we are ignorant. When the Happy Ferris wheel rotates, close your eyes and we may find our favorite "carrot".

After dinner, I turned on the TV and suddenly wanted to listen to music.

After careful consideration, I opened his topic.

Yes, not an album, but a special topic, because he is not a special singer. What is included in these topics is just other people's songs that he was invited to participate in various variety shows and parties.

Yes, he just covered it. However, what makes me feel strange is that I am a person who doesn't like listening to songs, but I have a special affection for the songs sung by others, especially when I have a visual sense of his live singing. Listen, I think such a beautiful song, so I will look for the original song, so that I can compare it and know what level he has reached, and whether everyone's praise is just flattery.

When I clicked on the original song, objectively speaking, I didn't like it very much, and some of them were not as good as his cover. I thought it was just my unprofessional self-righteousness.

I saw many people singing with me, and one of them said that his singing was a gesture of performance. He takes a song as a play and blends himself into the characters in the lyrics, so as to achieve a kind of * * *, so you will really be moved by his singing when you have a sense of picture, especially when the camera switches to the corner of his eye, you will only feel that he is singing his own story and is easily brought into the song by him, which is why we think that the songs he sings have a unique flavor and are more popular.

A person's seriousness can be extended to all aspects. Listening to his songs, across the screen, I will still applaud him involuntarily.

It is rainy and hot in early summer in Nanjing.

This early summer looks very fashionable. Not long ago, it was the junction of late spring and early summer. The sky is blue, and many flowers and trees are quietly open and closed. That's beautiful and Jing Ya's. In recent days, it began to rain in Mao Mao, cool as ancient jade, and dense smoke, like a beautiful willow tree, was shut in this warm and light summer fog. As the poem says: the smoke cage is still ten miles away.

The rain washed away the heavy makeup of lead flowers, and the dim leaves on the street trees suddenly clustered new and green, and the air was filled with cool lotus fragrance.

On the shore of Xuanwu Lake, Xiao He has exposed sharp corners; Beauty is like a girl in Shi's works, shedding heavy makeup and boating on the lake.

Now I am in Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum.

On this night when the sky is as light as ink, the rosy clouds on the horizon are just like the clothes inadvertently scattered by the stone when washing clothes, which are light blue, lavender and refreshing. Walking on the muddy path after the rain, smelling the smell of grass lightly, the shade is suitable, wonderful and familiar, it only belongs to the early summer here. On the willow tip moon, the practiced light and shadow passed through the mottled foliage and fell on my face, cool as dew. I fantasize that when Shi, a little beauty in a small village, looks back, her eyes are like this: cool and moist, just like the forest flowing quietly in early summer.

Sitting on the bus home, through the dark blue window, I suddenly remembered Hangzhou, wanted to go back to my hometown to see my grandmother who told me a story about history, wanted to see the lake with the same name as Shi, and wanted to see the scenery of history.

On this quiet night in early summer, I listened to the beautiful insects and watched the moonlight practice, and suddenly I was homesick.

I know that I am not a sad person. People often say that I am "pretending to be melancholy", but I don't know if this is pretending to be melancholy. I just like it.

Yes, I just like it.

If one day I don't take the initiative to chat with others, if one day I don't have any news at all, if one day I delete all the talk, logs and even friends, if one day I stop laughing, talking and replying, please forgive me, I'm just tired.

Yes, I'm just tired.

Always want to disappear in your world for a few days. I want to go to a strange place alone, where there is only me, no one can find me, no one! I like the feeling of missing, and I like to see you live without me.

Mystery is the feeling I've always longed for.

I am a selfish person, and I won't miss your anxiety after losing me. Maybe I will hide in a corner and secretly look at your busy figure, and then smile at your ignorant appearance.

This is me, a selfish temper ghost.

I don't know if you will be angry when you know my true face, but it doesn't matter if you are angry or not, because I am selfish.

So this is the real insensitivity and numbness.

Yes, I am numb.

But why is there some heartache?

Oh, it turns out that I'm more afraid of apathy than sadness.

I see.

My mother is 37 years old. She is a gardener who cultivates the flowers of the motherland. Although she is so ordinary, in my heart, she is so great.

It was a summer, and I was going home from school. Suddenly it began to rain cats and dogs outside. I feel a little disappointed to see parents coming and going to pick up their children from school. As I walked, I watched the raindrops hit the ground and made small holes. "child." A gentle voice came into my ears. I looked up, ah! It's mom. I walked slowly to my mother. Mother put on my raincoat and said sadly, "Come on, son, put on your raincoat quickly, lest you catch cold." I looked at my mother's slightly rough hands and kind face and felt uncomfortable unconsciously. A tear slowly rolled down my cheek and flowed into my raincoat and shoes. ...

My mother has to go to work every day and send me to school every day. At night, I will give my students evening lessons and go home to prepare lessons.

One night, my mother was concentrating on preparing lessons in the study, and a huge heat woke me up from my sleep. I woke up and found that the quilt had been pushed away by me. My mother came over and I closed my eyes at once. Mother tucked me in with her rough hands and then went back to the study to prepare her lessons. At this moment, a tear fell quietly. ...

This is my mother, a great mother, who gave me selfless love.

Time is still at that time, but it is not the scenery at that time. I miss my childhood, I am passionate about my youth, and I even fantasize that I am middle-aged, white-haired and lonely.

When I have memories, I always like to snuggle up in my grandmother's arms and shout in a crisp voice, "Grandma, give me a hug." At that time, grandma was in good health, and Pi Xiangzi was smooth without any wrinkles.

Later, our family moved to another county. When we saw grandma again, she seemed to have aged a lot overnight, with wrinkles and age spots all over her face, and her eyes were shining lovingly at the gate. When we walked into the gate, grandma's eyes evoked a smile as satisfying as a child eating a lollipop. I know grandma misses us. When you leave, come back every few years. Usually busy as an excuse, I don't know grandma's mind. Although we often talk to grandma by video, this can't replace grandma's desire for us to visit the truth. So, I ran to my grandmother and shouted, "Grandma, your granddaughter has come to see you." 〞

"Home is a warm harbor" and "it is our way".

Let go of your baggage and go home often. There is someone waiting for you. Don't let regret become a lifetime, seize the present.

I like eating in the canteen best. There are two reasons: first, going out to eat has to cross a big road to the snack street, which has taken many wrong roads; Second, if you go to the canteen to eat, you can occasionally meet people you want to see.

I always like to see his waiting figure in a window, and see his face looking back at me from time to time.

I am always used to smiling, passing by him, and then my heart is full of joy.

That time, on the fifth day after the shift change, I came to the familiar window again, where he and his buddies lined up to buy food. I deliberately didn't go to that window, but went to the adjacent window to cook. Always pretending to be calm.

Later, one of his buddies found me quiet. Pretending to exaggerate, I coughed loudly and then called his name loudly, so I naturally turned to look at them. The guy who spoke loudly looked at me with a smug smirk, waiting for the show. I looked at him and he smiled at me.

I quickly turned away. I met you on purpose!

But I found a table to eat after dinner. When I passed him, he turned to look at me deeply.

I am flattered!