Gao yi composition

In study, work and even life, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. So have you ever studied composition? The following is my carefully compiled 10 senior one composition for reference only. Let's have a look.

I believe that everyone will be confused, lost and frustrated in the journey of life. At this time, people are most likely to give up, give up their feelings that they have adhered to for many years, or give up their work and career that they love and work hard so far, and so on!

However, not everyone has made a decision, and the choice at this time is right, because you should know that if the road of life is always from the east to the west, so that you spend three days fishing and two days drying the net, then your life will not blossom and bear fruit, just like planting a tree. If you are happy, water it, fertilize it, and put it aside if you are busy.

The person I admire most is the one who found the dark all the way for one thing. In fact, you will find that in real life, success, or achievement, belongs to such people. Yes, life is actually to stick to it all the time, from cold winter to spring!

Please believe that even if the road ahead is long, we should start from the road under our feet step by step. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Only those who live in the present and live a good life will not let their lives become blank!

At the same time, please don't be sad, because the passage of time will heal the loss and trauma in your heart. We don't need to lock ourselves in painful memories, so cherish the present, live in the present and live every day carefully, and your life and life will naturally shine!

In the past ten years, I have had countless places to stay.

I miss my grandma's house, because I leave my grandma's house every morning, and I am doomed to never see her again. I always miss the bus, because getting off the bus is doomed to part ways with my friends, but I have never found myself missing my mother's back so much.

My mother has to go to work every day, and I can only take her to the station every time. When I take the bus in the morning, I always subconsciously choose to sit in the last row, but I never realize it. In fact, this is just to let me see my mother more clearly. Every time my mother stood by the station, she would smile, wave goodbye to me quietly when the car started, and then leave quietly. Every time I look at the back of my mother's departure, my nose is a little awkward.

I thought we would always be like this, watching mom leave every day. I thought my mother never cared about me. Finally one day, that day, my mother got off work and she took me to the station. The car started to move, but she refused to leave for a long time, just watching the back of the car leave. I looked back and was shocked. My mother is still smiling faintly, and there is obvious reluctance in that expression. Somehow, the bright liquid kept condensing in my eyes, as if it might fall down at any time.

It turns out that my mother has been telling me in that silent language with her faint smile and silent back: I love you, son!

Claire and I have been living on the edge of the rules. Unlike Claire, she was still disturbed until junior high school because of her childish mistakes in primary school. However, this drama, which I regard as the standard of Korean dramas, still happened to my best friend. I can't say whether this is lucky or unfortunate. .

All right. In the text message, I said a few good words to cater to her heart, but the inner os was "See how long this feeling can last, I feel that you can't eat any more." I have long lost my interest in fairy tales. Although I still love Hai's daughter very much, I don't believe that she can go to the shore to chase the prince like a mermaid princess, and I don't believe that this feeling for the seniors can last long.

Time tells me that I am half right and half wrong.

I hesitate because I cherish it too much.

The consequence of not paying attention to XXX at all is that Claire will keep searching for this character in her mind for a long time every time she mentions him to me. Claire and I are not far from junior high school, but all the news about her took half a beat to learn.

So, it took me half a beat to know that they hosted a lunch break in the same place at noon; Claire turned around and got the QQ number of XXX; Claire has never spoken to him; Claire secretly pays attention to all the news of XXX senior high school entrance examination; XXX applied for the high school of my school at that time; Claire sent me his mid-term exam results and asked me if he could get in. Claire asked me not to mention him in the space, because she added XXX's friends for fear of being seen by them.

XXX, you see Claire has done so many trivial things for you that I am jealous.

Claire introduced a word to me that year, cherish it, just because it was in his name.

Claire and I have a good way to communicate. When we can't meet, we will write down what happened around us and what we want to say to each other in our notebooks, and exchange them when we meet, mostly as birthday gifts. Opening the notebook she wrote to me, one day she wrote that there was a boy in her class who looked like him, but she was also very guilty because she couldn't remember what XXX looked like, and there was only a vague outline and a back in her memory.

But she also told me that she hasn't met anyone she likes more than him.

Even if I can't remember my face, this feeling hasn't changed. I admit it took a long time to understand her feelings.

I would also imagine that if Clare said something to him when they could easily see it, the outcome would be different; Maybe the plot will always be dull, but there is still a line.

Life is a train that never looks back, and we can't verify which method is the best.

It seems that there has never been darkness.

For high school, there is still no way to be in a school, and the disappointment is much less than three years ago. Have you learned to accept the unchangeable things, or are you completely resigned to watching us live completely different lives on both sides of the same city?

I soon got used to it. In a few years, we will be at the ends of the earth, and it is also a luxury in a city.

I prefer the first possibility.

When I was in junior high school, our school was really close. I often fantasized about visiting you. Of course, I never took action. Staring at the 3 hours and 7 minutes under the Baidu map walking scheme now, I really can only fantasize.

How long has it been since we contacted each other?

You just suddenly told me when everyone around me, including me, was busy that you would come to our business fair tomorrow, and the composition "Montage Composition" was a senior one. Then we chatted one by one, and there was no embarrassment of not contacting for a long time.

The weather was fine that day, and the students who were busy running the business blog talked a lot. The teaching building is very lively, and the students are running around soliciting customers. A classmate and I answered your phone under the teaching building and told you how to come from the canteen. Then I saw you hang up and run to me with a smile.

If I don't tell you, you won't know how excited I am.

It takes an hour to come to me by car from your school. In spite of this, you still appeared in front of my eyes.

I miss you occasionally.

Actually, Claire's real name is not Claire. Her former English name was Echo. Unfortunately, my classmate is also Echo, so I chose this name myself, brilliant, bright and smart. This is also her in my heart, the best of her, without the envy of others, she is a luminous body.

Actually, XXX was not originally called XXX, of course. I always feel that the name of the hero in the secret love story is not very important, but it is just a code name for this role in the story.

I heard the announcer read XXX's name at the sports meeting, paid attention to the class, and then sent a short message to Claire with great excitement.

That's weird. I'm not the person I like. What's so exciting?

One of us is like summer and the other is like autumn.

We agreed that the one who got married late would be the other's maid of honor. I'm still thinking about it. Don't you dare try later than me.

Times have changed a lot. I sat in front of my notebook, feeling that 15-year-old darling was saying goodbye to me, sitting on the armrest and watching me type the keyboard, waiting for 16-year-old darling to be with me. Every one of you makes me proud.

I, I hope-

My 16-year-old darling can be the person she wants to be the most, or she can be a brilliant Claire. Also, no matter where I fly to the world in the future, I must hold my hand tightly.

When watching "I am", there was a star talking about himself and his original self on the stage. Song Qian said with a slate that says Victoria, because only Victoria Song can own Victoria. It's the same for me.

JY。 Victoria. S is because of SJY you are familiar with.

The former stayed in the motherland, while the latter studied hard in Canada. The former will imagine doing a favorite job, learning a favorite course and playing in a friend's band; The latter forced themselves to take uninterested courses and watch boring stocks.

But you've always been important to SJY and Victoria.

Happy birthday

Who will accompany you on June 27th this year? Still admitted?

Have you received the gifts and cards? Did you eat the birthday cake?

What is Darling 15' s last wish?

Well, 16-year-old darling never thought about a summer vacation without a single number to make up lessons? Travel to the seaside and plateau, go to concerts, walk with an umbrella somewhere in the south of the Yangtze River, and cross the street with a guitar.

Seven years. I believe that friendship lasts seven years, but this year, am I still the most important person to you?

But you will be 16 years old, and my shadow has rarely appeared in your life. You can live a beautiful life, my Claire and my darling.

Happy birthday to yourself.

Senior one composition 4 "If a teenager is strong, the country will be strong, and if a teenager is prosperous, the country will be strong." This is a famous sentence left by Liang Qichao to China teenagers more than 100 years ago. The youth of China, the flowers of the motherland, as us after 00, symbolize the future of the motherland. As the oldest generation in the golden age of China's development after the reform and opening up, we have witnessed the changes from PHS to 5G and from Nokia to Huawei.

From scratch, artificial intelligence has witnessed the great development and changes in China in just a few years. Our predecessors, with their hands, wrote a sum of money for the history of our Chinese nation.

The baton of the times is about to be handed over to us. As the hope of the future of the motherland, "post-00" is ready to start the journey of our times!

We are young people in the prime of life and have a lot of youthful time to explore and create the impossible that belongs to us. Yes, we still have defects. Few of us have chosen mediocrity in human struggle, and some have embarked on the incorrect road, but a few can never reflect the majority and some can never replace the whole.

It is true that our forefathers, including Tu Youyou, whose mission is to save the lives of people all over the world, and the May 4th youth who started the New Culture Movement on the historical stage a hundred years ago, have made admirable achievements and achievements. Compared with them, we may just be wet behind the ears, but in the great torrent of reform and opening up, we know that "we can only achieve our ultimate goal without forgetting our own initiative";

In the Diaoyu Islands dispute, we understand it as "don't forget the national humiliation and revitalize China";

Facing the bright red flag, we understand the hardships of the motherland. We are well aware that the torch handed down from generation to generation with sweat and even blood has the weight of a baton of glorious history. Influenced by the traditional culture and spirit of China,

We abide by the fine qualities of the Chinese nation. What reason do we have to be a fallen and defeated generation? China has long since walked out of the decadent and dark ages written by Lu Xun, and the theory that "each generation is worse than the next" can be abandoned.

Holding the baton of the times, we have enough confidence, but what we still need to do is to strive to have the strength worthy of the inheritors of the new era.

Being the inheritor of the times does not mean that you must stand in the center of the stage that attracts worldwide attention and know the greatness of the ordinary, so that you can shine in every corner of the world.

Each of us is a member of the post-00 generation. We won't all have the opportunity to stand on the top of the world, but as ordinary people, it's something to admire. On the stage of life, everyone is the protagonist. If we do our job well, we will be able to catch the stick that will be introduced into our hands.

"Only after suffering can you be a master". In the past, generations of young people in China explained to us the importance of hard work with the spirit of "suffering hardships" and "dominating masculinity". Times have changed, what has changed is development, and what remains unchanged is spirit.

At the arrival of the new year, there are a group of people who will grow up after 00. I believe they will definitely go to Do not forget your initiative mind, keep their mission in mind and hold high the great stick of the new era!

I didn't know what love was before I met her. Love has never appeared in my life. She is the daughter of Su Fengchen.

I am the king, the ruler of the Great Shang Dynasty. When I was young, I was on the battlefield and served all my life. Before I invaded the Sioux tribe, Su Hu gave me his daughter.

Soft, skin solidified, collar like a salamander, teeth like a rhinoceros, a cicada's head is a moth eyebrow, you are laughing! I am looking forward to it! Da Ji red shirt shawl, leisurely, childish eyes flashing with little tears. She must be very sad to leave her parents. Women's tears always make me feel pity, that pear flower with rain is a kind of inexplicable beauty. And da Ji's tears, I only have heartache. She left her parents when she was young, and her fear of things in the world was beyond others' understanding.

Childish face coquetry is a word that can make her interpret incisively and vividly. I held her, and in my throat, she fell asleep.

Da ji has a good face, but she is like a child at heart. She is like a white fox on a snowy mountain, so coquettish but ignorant.

"Your majesty ..."

"Call me Di Xin." I turned and hugged her and trapped her in my arms. She struggled, my arm was as strong as a cage, and da ji was flushed with anxiety. I giggled and teased the cat in my arms.

She was angry and jumped out of my arms when I was not careful. Lang ran away with a smile

I don't go to war anymore, but I'm with my da ji all day. She is timid and will be afraid of thunder; She likes to be clever and tease the maids around her; She doesn't like heat, but she is afraid of cold. She has to change clothes three or four times a day. She is lazy and usually only likes to lie on the soft sofa and read books. ...

Over time, I can remember all her preferences. Her smile is dreamlike, but unforgettable.

In the sixth house, I worship da ji.

But I forgot that there is a word in this world called "jealousy". While the gradually neglected concubines are plotting to hurt da ji, and we are not aware of the danger at all.

On my deathbed, I looked at da ji's pale cheeks and closed eyes. Da Ji, you must wake up. You must wake up. You can't forget our promise. ...

She woke up and stared at me with smart eyes. I thanked God for not letting my da ji leave me for the first time.

I will not let anyone who hurts da ji go. Jiuhou's daughter is the mastermind. I killed her and put her to death.

I neglected that those people are gifts from various tribes, and they represent the forces behind them. The landlord has some opinions about me.

So what? I am the king, how dare they resist?

Xibohou, he was the first to show off. Oh, do you want to rebel? He forgot the name of my Di Xin campaign? I put him in prison. I didn't expect them to be dishonest! They set their sights on da ji and spread rumors about da ji. Really when I Di Xin good humiliate!

The yellowed photos of senior one composition 6 cast a little mottled in the corner of memory. The ancient blue slate spread out in my mind, and then stretched out, taking me back to my old place.

That's my forever blue slate. I never explored its history, at least before I was born, the road had been weathered. There are green moss and rolling soil on the roadside. Being on it, it seems to be between pacing and history, shuttling through the years, and gradually gaining some insights.

Grandma said that it is called green mud slate, and it has never throbbed so peacefully. The wind blows poetically, and the lake ripples.

I still remember the day when I got my certificate as a child, and that's how I left. I kept running and turning, and the green moss reached my eyes, and the taste of slate seemed to be full of happiness. They stared at me silently, expecting me to be so happy every day.

The blue slate gave me a happy journey, and let me set foot on the journey, unrestrained. There are also gray memories in my memory, those lonely and helpless days. Every time, I always come to it, squat down and tell it my pain. I believe it can understand my story, because my laughter and tears are pinned on it. My mental journey is accompanied by it.

In the past five or six years, the blue mud slate also stayed in memory and was no longer mentioned. Gradually, I snubbed it. When I went back to my old place and stood on the land where I had watched me grow up, I could never find it again. The village is still the original village, and even the smoke in the kitchen is still rising. People around me told me that a new road was built and the original stone road had long since disappeared.

At a loss, I suddenly have an impulse to cry. But I didn't cry after all, and those lost days were sealed in my memory forever with its departure. I understand that the blue slate in my heart will still be spread out and will never leave.

A few lines of mottled words appeared in my mind-

Through the crowd, in the crowded dusk, you are by my side, engraved on the road of dreams, and the sunset is obliquely elongated. At this time, you look up. Maybe there is not only the sun in the sky, but only you are my forever companion.

If you lose your heart, you wander around.

Sunset through the mottled outdoor windows on the second floor, dyed the small cherry blossoms into goose yellow, and decorated the gray wall with warmth. Next to her, she solemnly picked up the heavy film machine with black outline, eager to take a beautiful picture of this scene, but I dragged her down and jumped into the sunny bathtub. It is really full of cherry blossoms, standing on the dark brown branches like soft white clouds, dividing the clear sky. A gust of wind brought pink cherry petals. There is a quiet girl sitting on a wooden stool, looking up at the amber sky, or looking at the smiling people in the pavilion not far away with blurred eyes. She is feeling sorry for herself, asking how long the dream will wake up, just because she cares about the past.

A white plane line appeared in the sky, which faded slowly after a few seconds. The sunshine is mild and the years are quiet. I heard the petals pass by my ear with a shallow smile, telling the secret of this cherry tree. Its pale yellow stamens are slightly white and have some powder, which keeps blooming here. There are many complete flowers on the floor tile. When I looked down and picked up one, I found it was strikingly similar to a branch. Why did it fall silently before flowering? Is it just a breeze and a crisp rain that makes you unbearable and would rather give up your heart and fall? Suddenly, my inner desire and love were reduced by half. So I silently pulled her around and left this whispering cherry tree with petals flying all over the sky.

At dawn the next day, when I came to that window again, I was petrified in an instant. That more prosperous and brilliant pink and white than yesterday, swept through this narrow window, so many shy faces swept away, even rushed to the third floor window, proudly showing off their most gorgeous flowers. Is this the meaning of their existence? There is a legend in Japan that the lover's body is buried under the deepest cherry tree. So what I saw yesterday was the shy and youthful love between the two lovers. What I saw today was the passionate love between them?

Thinking of Daiyu is the most pity for flowers. She has a heart as transparent and kind as glass and a delicate body. She buried those flowers with the steps of emerald dragonfly, but it was a rose-red peach blossom. She buried the flowers because she felt sorry for herself. And this cherry blossom is completely scattered on the earth. In order to make more room for more flowers, isn't that a precious friendship that gushes from the endless source of love?

Dream before dawn, spend less than today. This is the cherry blossom, a beautiful and heartbreaking flower.

Now I stand quietly under the tree. On this day, the sunshine is mild and the years are quiet. If you don't come, how dare I get old?

I fantasized about being friends with Dongpo more than once. With this friend, this life is enough.

He seems to be the darling of heaven. God made him know everything, articulate, have many close friends who share weal and woe, and even have the temperament to charm thousands of middle-aged and old women and girls. It's really enviable.

He also seems to hate heaven. There are many difficulties in his life, and there is hardly a year without setbacks. Being demoted several times, he suffered a lot. There are countless people who hate him. Wang Anshi and Song Shenzong almost killed him. But in the end he survived.

Su Shi and his younger brother Su Zhe have deep feelings. One is passionate, the other is quiet and silent, and two completely different personalities make brothers who are inseparable from life and death. Su Shi has a bumpy career and is often relegated, but everywhere he goes, he never forgets to write poems for his younger brother. According to incomplete statistics, there are countless poems and lyrics written by Su Shi in his life, and there are more than 100 articles on "other reasons" and "showing reasons". The poem "I wish people a long life and a thousand miles of beauty" has been passed down through the ages.

Every time Su Shi was relegated, Su Zhe always wrote a letter asking the emperor to let him go out with him. Doesn't this reflect Su Zhe's feelings for his brother? What an ideal brotherhood it is to share joys and sorrows. Whenever I study Su Shi's ci, I always sigh: If only I could have such a friend one day.

In high school, there are naturally many talented people in my class, and among these people, I found that long-lost feeling. Yes, they are Su Like Dongpo in this world. They can teach me many things, and they will bring me brotherly warmth when I suffer setbacks. Living in a big family of Grade One 1 Class really makes me satisfied.

Nevertheless, I am eager to have a friend from Dongpo, Su Like. After all, in this world, few people have given everything except their relatives. I am looking forward to such a person who will sing to me when I am lonely: I am lonely in the forest and listen to rainy nights in bed; I am looking forward to someone to accompany me: the pool is not looking for spring, and flowers are like snow; I look forward to someone who can accompany me: thousands of miles away.

Get this friend, this life is enough!

Senior one composition 9 "You don't bring your textbook. How much did your parents do to make you fail? If you don't work hard, you can't even do such a small thing as a textbook well. You see, it's 17, and doing two or three multiple-choice questions with your eyes closed is more than this score ... "

I saw the teacher blushing, waving the test paper in his hand and staring angrily at the boy who still went his own way even if he was scolded.

The bad boy's casual expression completely angered the teacher. The teacher was so angry that he crumpled the paper into a ball and stamped his foot viciously and shouted, "You go to the playground to run laps, and you won't stop until I say stop." Not to be outdone, the bad boy slammed the door. The teacher was very angry, but she followed out helplessly.

The students in the class are still doing exercises calmly as usual, and several girls are talking about the "crimes" of bad children on weekdays. I only saw the female monitor with excellent grades on weekdays, and she looked flustered. I don't know which busybody shouted: "Oh dear! Monitor, you are so nervous, you like him! "

"Ha ha ..."

"Hee hee ..."

Laughter came from the classroom.

The next day, I saw several classmates get together and talk about-

"Hey, did you hear? Call the parents of the bad boy, and the teacher will let him go home and reflect for a few days! "

"Really?"

"This can be false, I've heard of it. His father can be fierce, and this time it can be miserable! "

"Go home, I don't like him, let's go, class can be much quieter ..." The students are talking about it. After listening to the students' comments, the female monitor really panicked and escaped from the class.

The next day, I don't know which big mouth it is. I seem to have discovered an extremely important event. I cleared my throat and announced loudly, "The monitor really likes that bad boy. I saw him clearly yesterday. The monitor watched him out of school! That look, hehe. Really affectionate! "This is a terrible thing. The whole class exploded the pot, and you said one sentence at a time. A few days later, the news reached the head teacher.

On this day, the class teacher called the female monitor to the office, took a sip of tea and said earnestly, "You are the best student in our class. The class and the school are proud of you. Love can only be chosen more rationally when it comes to college. You are a good boy, you ... "

"Teacher, no, no ..." The female monitor hurriedly interrupted the teacher when she heard this. "I, I ..." She faltered out of words.

"You are in adolescence, I can understand, but ..."

"Teacher, I didn't bring my book that day. He, he looked at me in a hurry and kindly lent me the book ... "

Senior one composition 10 "Fireworks won't be perfect before dark ..." Singing JJ Lin's "She said", I couldn't help but revel in the beautiful scenery of the gorgeous "water spray" flowers in the middle of Hulin Lake.

Every Monday to Friday, after the second evening self-study class, a high water column will rise in the Hulin Lake Center in front of the school administration building under the illumination of colorful neon lights. Standing in front of the window on the fourth floor of the teaching building, I saw the thin water column struggling upward again and again, and finally lost all its vitality at the same height, falling back into the lake from the height of the roof and breaking into sporadic water drops. ...

Sometimes, do we rush to the highlands with all our strength, just like the water column in front of us, but the highlands are too cold, and in the end, one careless move will lose the game? In the TV series, all kinds of "tigers" of high officials and dignitaries stood on the highland, but did not restrain their inner desires, and finally fell into the abyss, and their lives underwent a 180 degree reversal.

On the steps between the teaching building on the first floor and Hulin Lake, there are groups of students in the open space. From time to time, they point to colorful water vapor and tell their different views to friends around them, mostly bragging about how high and beautiful the water column is. However, people standing under the water column only know how amazing the height of the water column is and how dazzling and confusing the colorful shapes are, but they can't see how desperate and lonely the water column is when it falls back to the bottom of the lake from the top. Just like the moment when Qi Tongwei pointed a dark gun at his mouth, there was much regret and despair at that glorious moment.

Everyone is an island, and people outside the island only find the mystery inside fascinating. Only the people on the island know that this island is doomed to be lonely in this Wang Yang, and they are struggling to find the land that can only be reached. Just like a fish drinking water, you know it well. ...

"Flower buds that won't wither before dark ..." I hummed and walked back to the cold and miserable fourth floor from the noisy first floor, and I continued to do my homework. Inner peace is unprecedented.