Excellent posture composition

In ordinary daily life, everyone is familiar with the composition. Composition is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is my excellent pose composition for reference only. Let's have a look.

Youzi Composition 1 Staring at it, the withered branches stand stiffly, and you can see a few residual cores, with abrupt colors, but extremely harmonious. Not good-looking, like a corpse, the old skin is cracked and fragile. But it will not fall, and its roots still cling to the land. Obviously, it wants to live, it wants to blossom. But it looks so weak, how can it live? How to blossom? "Pa" I don't know whose tears wet my clothes.

I remember before, before that flower tree.

Just entering the spring, the wind has a little smell of winter, which hurts my cheeks. I found it. There are dozens of green shoots on the slender branches, shining like jade. The distant sky is pale and cold. I looked at it and felt a warm current flowing in my heart. I think this is noble. Aristocratic life living in garbage.

After that, I often go to see it. I never water and fertilize it, because I know that it is not the kind of life I pity. I don't need charity, it's blasphemy.

After a year or two, I grew taller and was not as slim as before. Can it bloom? Yes, it will blossom. Sure enough, in the early summer of that year, it sent out flowers and bones. After careful counting, there were more than 70! The flower bones are bright red, and the red is harsh. I don't know what will happen if they are opened.

It's going to blossom. I will keep hope.

One warm night, I saw its flowers. It's really a fiery red flower, which blooms densely, as if a big fire has been lit on the tree, and it is so dazzling. It's so beautiful, so beautiful that people can't stand it, as if they were going to swallow people. The sunset is also brilliant red. It was ignited by this kind of fireworks. I opened my eyes and looked at the sunset, and then at the flower tree. Suddenly, my eyes were a little blurred. I felt myself in the red sky, so I was soaked in it. Suddenly, I felt that I was melting and my skin was burning. Oh, it's not just color, it's fire. Yes, it is fire. Will it set me on fire? Do I have to blend in with the burning red? At this moment, I am neither a spectator nor a passerby. I think I have entered the scenery, and I have been involved in beauty.

It was the best that year.

Watching it get older and older. I believe it will never blossom.

However, in that flower season, it bloomed again. Flowers are not dense. Its flowers are different from the usual fiery red, but blood red, with a bloody and trembling beauty. It is a flower made of blood and a warm life.

But how can miracles happen easily? After all, the flowers fell before my eyes.

It is still a warm evening. The sun is intertwined with clouds in the western sky. It was a silent battle, and the blood was overwhelming, as if indicating something. A gust of wind, falling flowers, draws a series of arcs in the air and follows different trajectories to reach the same destination. I picked up a flower and found that it did not tend to be old, but it was still full of vitality. I see, this is its resistance to fate. It seems stable, but I know that it is the biggest rebel of fate. It seems to have no desire, but in fact it has greater desire. It has been disobedient until now, and it won.

This is a flower season, this is a flower festival. The flower season is not over, and the flower festival has passed.

This is a brave struggle, a brilliant bloody battle, a heroic ending and its most beautiful posture.

So in the cold winter, the earth is completely covered with cold and looks so bleak and desolate. The wind is blowing endlessly. The wind of the twelfth lunar month cuts people's faces like a knife, and the faint pain spreads all over my body. I can't help but shrink my skirt. Because of the weather, my mood fell to the bottom. Standing in the lonely and empty yard, I paced and noticed an unknown flower in the corner.

Those dry and staggered branches are dotted with some white flowers, and the white ones also reveal a faint yellow, just like the sunset sprinkled on the snow. White suddenly stung my eyes. I walked quickly and stood on the steps silently staring at the potted flower.

By the twelfth month, all the plants have lost their beauty and delicacy and quietly "hibernated". Why is this potted flower always so unique? A gust of wind came at me again and I shuddered. "Oh my God! It's so cold! " I complained. I saw the potted flower still standing proudly in the wind. The wind only took away a few petals, and those flowers fell on the cold ground, adding a color to the monotonous ground.

The wind is still blowing, as if to release everything about him. Even I can't stand the cold wind and hide in my room. Standing in front of the window, I watched the fragile flower swaying in the wind, not only feeling its pity, but also a humble flower, which can be so tenacious and beautiful under the destruction of the cold wind.

Plum's tenacity and bamboo's persistence have been recognized and praised by people since ancient times. Because these two plants can survive tenaciously no matter how harsh the conditions are, this is a kind of spirit and perseverance. This unknown flower is just like them. Although it is not as fragrant and beautiful as plum blossom and as tall and straight as bamboo, it has all the flavors of plum and bamboo. A potted flower, how to survive in its own unique way despite the harsh environment. Its tenacity has to be admirable and awe-inspiring.

"There will be a cold current in the local area tonight. I hope people pay attention to colds. " The weather forecast is on. At night, standing in front of the window, my eyes stayed on that potted flower again. "There is a cold current tonight. I wonder if potted flowers can bear it? " I prayed silently for it in my heart.

This is a new day. I finished everything, put on my schoolbag, pushed open the door, and was greeted by a cold wind. I walked to the front of the potted flower and was surprised to find that the potted flower was not destroyed, but how many stamens had grown. Looking at the tenacious flowers, my heart suddenly warmed up a lot, and I walked out of the house with confidence.

Finally, I want to say that it is the potted flower that has taught me what is "strong" with its beautiful and tenacious posture. composition

Excellent posture composition 3 struggle is beautiful, and the process of this pursuit is also beautiful. -inscription

Under the cloudless blue sky in Wan Li and the sound of birds singing, the boy running on the grass once chased the dancing butterfly. At that time, the light passed without trace, condensed into a story about pursuit, and the teenagers in memory were laughing. Time accompanied the teenager to the hazy season of seventeen. Teenagers are not obsessed with the innocence of a butterfly, but are keen on the so-called future, which is also a story about pursuit.

When we grow up, we look forward to a better future more and more. Gradually, we learned to struggle, holding the word "future" all day to restrain our behavior. There is always a scene in my memory: when I want to feel the real charm of the arc and the vitality of running on the playground through the glass by the window, my desire for all this is put away by some kind of consciousness. I quickly withdraw my eyes, lower my head, pick up my pen and do something I won't regret. Because we understand that "Heaven rewards diligence", God always cares for struggling teenagers and is willing to put a pair of wings on them and fly to the top of the mountain over there. So we dare not be silly children waiting for the meteor under the starry sky that night, although it is beautiful.

Asked a few friends; "Do you like to struggle?" Of course, struggle is beauty. "It is recognized that struggle is beauty, struggle is the embodiment of a person's willpower, and struggle gives youth meaning. Add beauty to the memory. However, we always blur the concept of struggle as a verb and always regard it as a noun. Otherwise, there will be no "competition for beauty". Have you ever cared about the attitude of struggle? Thick glasses press heavily on the bridge of the nose, all of which make the two lenses upside down. Looking at the blackboard in confusion, my bent back became unbearable pain. My good friend, I have never seen the beauty of your struggle! Once I saw you walking in the afterglow of the sunset, what I saw was a numb figure, cold and humble. This numb figure is unfortunately reflected in the warm orange teaching building. Poplar leaves, turning yellow and dancing, render this sadness.

I began to be confused, the sunset is still there, how can I exist? ...

Growing up by the sea, I love all unyielding feelings. I like to watch seagulls spread their wings at the end of the sky, like to watch the waves rush to the end of the shore … I know my personality, I know my pursuit, and I am destined to be a teenager struggling in the sea breeze. Accustomed to struggle and good posture, I understand that the verb struggle can also have a good meaning. Just because we choose the horizon doesn't mean we don't love dusk; Just because we dream of soaring doesn't mean we don't like the thickness of the earth. In this era, we have a flower season, so that all sadness dies in the fragrance of flowers, elegant and graceful: so that all frustration is exhausted from sweat and chic. Lock your smile in his eyes, in her heart and in my song.

Struggle, the true attitude of youth, I understand my future. I hope that the boy in my memory will still be smiling when the yuhua district is in full bloom in the future.

When we are struggling in the quagmire of reality, when we are chasing after each other in the era of efficiency first, when we bow our heads in the high-rise buildings of the city, how long have we lost our most beautiful posture in life: should it be chic and indifferent, peaceful and calm, confident and optimistic?

Maybe we should live like a cloud. Silence, serenity and leisure are the eternal gestures of the cloud, whether on the towering hilltops or on the winding seashore, on the vast grasslands or on the bustling streets of JaeHee. Looking at the clouds, we can't help but get rid of all kinds of entanglements that are difficult to sort out in the world, neither sad nor happy. Many persistent, persistent and persistent resentments and pains have faded, gone, loosened, stretched, smoothed and disappeared at this moment, and the impetuous heart has calmed down. It is the leisurely and quiet attitude of the cloud that makes us stick to a leisurely and pure mood in glitz and a sober mind in secular turbidity.

Walking is also a beautiful gesture. Walking on the road, you can meet beautiful scenery, and the most important thing is to meet your dreams. /kloc-At the Bath Festival held in India in 0/2, thousands of people came on foot from all over the world, shoulder to shoulder in the scorching sun of more than 40 degrees, and came to Yokogawa to feel awe of life. After going through so many difficult roads, I actually just want to pay tribute to other people's dreams and give myself more courage to dream and love. Walking makes us brave and meets our dreams. When dreams become an indispensable part of life, we will find that dreams are not an end in themselves, and we will really admire ourselves on the way to chasing them. Walking posture, let us learn to appreciate ourselves after passing Qianshan.

Looking at the quiet and leisurely clouds and walking on an unknown road is a beautiful scenery in itself. If you hold your head high with confidence again, you are likely to reach a beautiful state. Absolute transcendental self-confidence posture stems from the belief of seeking self-confidence. Yale University once had an impressive self-introduction by a Filipino classmate. He reviewed the disgraceful history of the Philippines as a colony in a peaceful tone and firmly said: "No one can belittle me because of things other than me, and no one can belittle me because of my country, my hometown and my poverty." His objective and calm description and absolute self-confidence earned him the respect of everyone. A confident attitude is to believe in equality and your own attitude, so that you can turn your eyes to yourself for a long time and open up a dark and unknown front optimistically and broadmindedly.

In life, there are many different gestures, whether sad or happy, high or low, but there are always some beautiful gestures, which make our life full of love and sunshine and the nursery of the soul full of spring scenery forever.

Although the world is heartless, the vegetation is heartless, the universe is vast and cold, and human life is always just a moment of Shi Huo's existence, when small human beings look at the universe with the most beautiful attitude, the world will eventually shine with warm and beautiful light.

Excellent posture composition 5 God created everything. He endowed mountains with lofty heights, springs with clear spirit, the sky with boundless vastness, the earth with vastness, roses with beautiful fragrance and amaranth with fresh seasons. Everything has a different posture. When roses and amaranth both stare at themselves with humble eyes and look up at each other with envious and pious eyes, do they realize that their existence is one of the masterpieces of creation?

Life has different attitudes, some are ambitious, and some are practical for no reason; Some are indifferent to the world, and some are proactive; There are successful and outstanding, and there are ordinary and unremarkable ... this is the nature of Taoism. Without right or wrong, how can we measure the life value of the world with only one standard? Rose's life will not be pale because the earth is fleeting, but will only be precious because of it; The life of amaranth will not lose its color because of the ordinary appearance of the earth, but will be more lovely because of the fresh seasons of the earth. The criteria for judging the value of life are inherently complex and diverse. If Confucianism's entry into the WTO is used to satirize the birth of Taoism, and Zhu's adherence to ethics is used to condemn the elegance of the "seven sages of the bamboo forest", what is the significance besides being ridiculous?

I still remember a sentence in A Dream of Red Mansions: "Facing the sky, the noble people in the mountains are glittering and translucent with snow; I will never forget the lonely forest in the world! " The so-called "empty pair" and "unforgettable" are naturally Tsao Gong's feelings. However, if we look at them objectively, then the life values of "nobles in the mountains" and "fairies on earth" are not equal. Baochai is as steady and self-sustaining as Gao Shi, and Daiyu is as pure and free from vulgarity as Shu Xian. Both are noble interests and temperament. What is the difference between the two if personal emotional factors are put aside? The same is true between roses and amaranth, which are two completely different attitudes towards life. It is impossible to be "noble" and "humble", so why should we insist on reaching a formal agreement? Beauty and fragrance die early, but the season is fresher than ordinary seasons. It is originally a question of "different people have different opinions", so where did it come from?

Russell once said: "Unequal polymorphism is the source of happiness." The same is true in life. Ross's life value and happiness were all acquired in her heyday. Amaranth's life value and happiness are obtained in her calm but lively life, and the difference between them constitutes a patchwork sense of beauty in life. If it is arbitrarily unified into a model, then there is little left in life except monotony, right?

God has chosen different life situations and postures for everything in the world. However, no matter what situation we are in, as long as we do ourselves well, we can all have an elegant smile and a rich life.

Youzi Composition 6 In the Qin Shihuang Mausoleum Museum, it is not many people standing, but few people kneeling that can be called "the treasure of the town hall". This is because before excavation, the standing figurines were damaged to varying degrees in the collapsed tunnel; However, because of "low posture" and "sky collapse", the kneeling figurine is supported by a vertical figurine, which has three fulcrums: right knee, right foot and left foot, so it is not easy to fall off, so it is well preserved.

The enlightenment of this material is: as a person, don't be too arrogant. In other words, people should be low-key, modest and not too obvious.

Why should people be "low-key" and humble?

"Low-key" and humility, such an attitude towards life can make people learn new knowledge and skills. If you always feel that you are better than others everywhere, you will disdain to listen to what others say, disdain to watch what others do, and even ridicule others. Then, such people can only stand still forever. The "low posture" and the humble "principle of dealing with the world" of kneeling figures enable them to better preserve their knowledge and skills-the "low posture" will not be smashed and the center of gravity will not fall.

"Low-key" and humility are conducive to better preserving themselves and gaining better space for survival and development. Arrogant, cocky, is the most offensive, and often easy to become the target of public criticism. Light can not get everyone's support and support, heavy will be envied, and even encounter "knocking down the wall." Just like those standing figurines, they were damaged to varying degrees because of their high posture; How can arrogance alone hold up the collapse of the tunnel? The same is true of people. One tree cannot make a forest. No matter how great a person is, his ability is limited. Arrogant attitude can't make you have more supporters around you.

"Keep a low profile" and be modest. When we gain new knowledge and skills and better space for survival and development, our life will be truly splendid.

"Low-key" and humility do not mean to shrink back and avoid forever, nor do they mean never to show their talents. . In order to learn from famous artists better, we should also dare to teach others to play tricks; In order to better learn from peers, we should also dare to throw bricks and attract jade; In order to better exercise and sharpen yourself, sometimes we should dare to do our part.

As long as we think about the progress and development of human society, rather than selfishness, then whether we are "kneeling figurines" or "standing figurines", we will be worthy of our precious lives.

Excellent posture composition 7 "At the beginning, I didn't grow orchids to get angry." -inscription

It's another morning after the storm. Outside the window, everything is messy and depressing. Trees are not like trees, and flowers have no patterns. Branches are scratching at each other, wild velvet is unkempt and scattered, and small flowers fall to the ground with tears. A post-war' afterimage', but I am so obsessed with it, so upset-this is the attitude after fighting life!

In the face of this scene, I can't help feeling a little sour, and I vaguely feel that my eyes are salty and moist! I have too many feelings about my attitude towards life!

To enjoy life, there is nothing like dancing and fighting freely! Although the monk's orchid has lost its original noble gesture, it has become a broken petal like a wild flower, but it has shown another noble gesture, a gesture of interpreting life after fighting with the wind and rain. So, why should disciples panic? Monks have understood a truth-enjoy this beautiful orchid with aura! Orchids dance in the wind and fight in the rain-supercilious.

I like this storm-baptized orchid, and I like this true gesture of showing life!

I can't help but think of the disabled athletes who are sitting in wheelchairs and holding the basketball easily on the basketball court. They can't run with basketball and show their skills like normal people, but they can also enjoy the joy of galloping the court and the satisfaction of scoring goals with their beloved basketball. More importantly, they still have the eyes of hundreds of millions of people in awe and the applause of hundreds of millions of people. Aren't they just showing the greatness of life around them? If there are two posters, one is a man holding a basketball high and the other is a man struggling in a wheelchair, I think I will like that very unattainable attitude towards life!

In the cold winter, plum blossoms stick to dead branches and face the north wind, indomitable. At their feet, there is a withered plum, rotten and yellow. They did not give in, but still exuded fragrance, responding to the north wind with even more shabby contempt. The pine trees in the distance, covered with frost and icy ice, are too heavy to breathe. Not yield, but covered in fog, waiting for the accumulation of the sun. There are also patches of bamboo forests accompanied by pine trees, which are forbidden to be destroyed by strong winds. Even if the branches and leaves are broken, even if they fall and break, they will still be unyielding. All this is a gesture of opposing life, despising the soul and being supercilious!

Cracked orchids, proud plums, erect pines, unyielding bamboos, and disabled athletes in the fighting field all show gestures with real life significance!

Dance freely, fight freely, look at the posture and dance life!

Excellent posture composition 8 is only for having faith in your heart. In the dark, with the help of lights, years have lowered your head. Even if you can't face the sun, your life attitude is high.

The attitude of life is to have your own faith and persistence in love.

Legend has it that there was a beautiful flower fairy who often lived under the Myrica rubra tree because she fell in love with mortals. After being discovered by the Jade Emperor, she was banished to the world and attached to the Myrica rubra tree, agreeing never to meet the world to punish her for her crimes. The man lost his lover and he was in great pain. He waited day and night, without eating or drinking. Under the bayberry tree where they often snuggle, the flower fairy is very sad to see her sweetheart getting thinner every day. In order not to hurt him, she could only cry silently. Finally, on the night of New Year's Eve, the man couldn't support it any longer and fell sadly under the bayberry tree. The fairy couldn't take care of anything anymore, shouting and shaking, but the man would never wake up again. The fairy once again broke the rules of heaven and was punished as plum blossom. It is stipulated that flowers will bloom only on New Year's Eve 12, and people will wither before going up the mountain the next day.

Although only in this way, it blooms at night, but every time it blooms for faith and love, the gesture of life becomes a support for love, not facing the sun.

The gesture of life is to learn to borrow others' lamps on the road, which is the contribution of love.

Liu Shenglan is an ordinary villager. At the age of 73, his wife died and he became a lonely old man. 17 He has hardly tasted meat and never added a new dress. He is so stingy that he won't even buy a steamed bread. He has donated more than 70,000 yuan to help students 100. He has never been to a nursing home, so he can get 4000 yuan a year for living expenses and donate it to poor students. His only treasure is a dark blue cloth bag full of money orders and letters. After so many years, the old man can't remember how much money he sent and how many letters he received. In August of 20 13, Liu Shenglan was admitted to the hospital because of kidney disease, but he was still thinking about donating money for education, fearing that the interruption and failure of remittance would break the children's hopes.

Even though my strength is meager, I still need someone's light to make the road brighter. The gesture of life is the contribution of great love, even if you are in the dark.

The posture of life is to crawl forward and not let him touch the sun, but to love deeply.

In the Wenchuan earthquake, the mother who resisted the boulder and the outside light with her body blocked the distant sunshine in order to give her children hope of life, so now she can still live well. Mother wrote the love of this life with her own life.

All love, all beliefs will be engraved forever, exhausting this life.

Presumably, those flowers that are not weathered are facing the sun; Those flourishing flowers face the breeze; Those mediocre and weak flowers, towards love that never dies, interpret life for love and show their posture for love.

Towards love and faith, we don't have to live and grow towards the sun. Overlooking every corner of life is a lot in our life.

Recently, the number of TV dramas and movies on campus has increased greatly, which has also aroused the audience's memories and yearning for high school. However, art always comes from life and is higher than life. For me, high school life is more like a fairy tale, a fairy tale about youth and ideals.

"High school students" is a dynamic term. And those of us who are called "high school students" are entering the critical point of teenagers and young people. The childishness of teenagers and the high spirits of young people are wonderfully integrated into us and become a word-youth. Youth is like an unfathomable maze. We started from different entrances, gathered, separated, stumbled and shouted "Come on!" Like a calf that is not afraid of tigers. I'm not afraid! "Finally, when we have our own experience and adapt to the twists and turns of the maze, we may find that the original end point is in front of us, and we stand at the exit of the maze and finally grow up.

Youth, the wealth that countless people long for, can't have a second time anyway, so youth should be a struggle. We long for the sunshine in spring and fireflies in summer. But when we look back at the cold window we sat in and the night light we took off, we should be gratified. Youth is not bitter. "I'm not sure about my shape, and I always collide with the world. I finally cured these injuries for you. " In the future, we will thank ourselves for working so hard when we were young. Because at that time, wearing the crown of youth and carrying the ideal backpack was the most beautiful look.

High school is not a "sea of questions" full of test papers, but more like a training camp. An educator once said, "If you want a group of people to build ships, don't tell them what to do, just teach them to long for the sea." Similarly, in the training camp of senior three, I learned to yearn for and learn to be ideal. Our vision is constantly expanding, and we can see how blue the sky is outside and how clear the wind is in the world. As an incentive, we write our ideals on the table, draw them on toilet paper, and most importantly, engrave them in our hearts.

Have an ideal heart, always beautiful, never old. It injects energetic blood into people's whole body and makes them glow with youthful light.

We are high school students. We are eager to try, just like the chicks in the nest looking forward to the sky. We are willing to shed blood and tears on the land burned with enthusiasm and greet the future with sweat. We hold the sunshine in our hands, and we look at the distance. We believe that in this fairy tale about youth and ideals, the ugly duckling will become a white swan, and the little mermaid is willing to throw herself into the embrace of bubbles for her own ideals. High school is a train with no return trip. With our youth and ideals, we embarked on this journey, struggling, full of vigor and vitality, and heading for the distance we yearn for, no matter the wind or rain.

Baby, today is Teacher's Day. Do you want to send a message to your former teacher?

After listening to my mother's words, a tall and straight figure suddenly appeared in my mind, but on second thought, I only worked as a teacher and student for one year, and now four years have passed. Oh, forget it. I think he has forgotten me for a long time. My mouth says so, but my hand still can't help but start editing information:

Teacher Zhou, today is Teacher's Day. I wish you a happy Teacher's Day. XXX of affiliated middle school

Click the send button, I close my eyes, and the tall and straight outline in my mind gradually becomes clear: a standard Chinese face, black hair, thick eyebrows, and a pair of wise and profound eyes looking at the students under the three-foot platform under the lens of silver-rimmed glasses. This is my Chinese teacher, which is described as positive in one word.

In the corner of the class blackboard, the words responsibility and quality have never been erased by anyone. Over time, the white particles of chalk seem to have been deeply engraved on the blackboard. These four words are horizontal, solid and straight, and each stroke contains strength, and each stroke is full of backbone, straight and square, which is exactly the case with that word. This is written by Mr. Zhou, showing the same upright and upright attitude as him. And these words are often mentioned by teacher Zhou. As a China person, you should have the responsibility and quality.

Teacher Zhou often tells us that once he took China students to study in Japan, and no one spoke in the hotel, so everyone ate quietly. Even if the conversation is whispered by two people, no third person will hear it. When he took the students into the hotel, it became a noisy vegetable market. Chopsticks banged and the conversation was endless, and people around him cast contemptuous eyes. Every time he talks about this, he always frowns with a hint of sadness in his eyes. He said: when you come to school, you should not only learn knowledge, but also learn to be a man. His words are deeply imprinted on my heart. What I learned from him is not only knowledge, but also morality, which is a basic attitude of a person.

Although I don't have much private conversation with Mr. Zhou, I will never forget his tall and straight posture.

One morning in junior high school, I walked into the classroom and found a piece of paper on the ground. The word "teacher Zhou's quality" reverberates in my mind. I skillfully picked up the paper on the ground and threw it into the trash can. Suddenly, the whole class broke into thunderous applause. Later, I learned that the paper was deliberately left on the ground by the class teacher, and I was the only one who saw it and picked it up. Under the guidance of teacher Zhou, I also have a responsible and high-quality attitude.

When the phone rang, I saw MISS ZHOU's message:

Thank you and extend my best wishes to you. Please walk up a flight of stairs.

Looking at the short words, my eyes blurred. Oh, so he remembers me. That upright posture is my Chinese teacher.