Excellent composition in senior two.

In the usual study, work or life, when it comes to composition, everyone is certainly familiar with it. Composition is the transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed and concise language that you can understand to a developed and standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. So how to write a general composition? The following are 9 excellent compositions in Grade Two that I have compiled for you, which are for reference only and I hope to help you.

1, excellent composition in Grade Two, probably because the heart is not romantic enough. I have been away from meteors and eclipses since I was a child. I like to look for lucky four-leaf clovers from the messy weeds, but their ability to hide from cats and cats makes it hard for me to compliment.

Fortunately, I have seen the rainbow several times.

The first time was on the way home by car. Sitting by the window, I happened to see the rainbow in the distant mountains and watched it bloom faintly in a dense, warm and fragrant smile. It is a kind of freshness and joy after the rain! I was so excited about it that I even wanted to shout in the car that I had discovered a new continent, lest others miss the beautiful scenery. But I didn't, because I know that my behavior has always been different, and I often don't fit in with the things around me, so I will make jokes if I am not careful.

The second time was in the evening under a half-day fire cloud. At that time, we had just finished a physics class, which was about "refraction of light". So I can immediately apply what I have learned and explain the formation principle of rainbow in a professional tone. It's just that "why is the rainbow always curved regardless of its size" has become a beautiful mystery in my heart. The third time I saw the rainbow was not long ago. It was also in the evening, shortly after the start of a night study, that my chubby classmate Archie at the front desk showed her extraordinary insight for the first time. Of course, I am not to be outdone in the pursuit of beauty. If there is nothing, I can't restrain my inner impulse and suddenly stand up and run out of the classroom. Soon, a large number of troops flocked from various classrooms to the corridor to see the railings, and suddenly there was a clamor.

Rainbow, thank you for your intrusion, and thank you for adding a blind interest to our boring study life-even if most people don't know your beauty, they just like to be lively.

I am willing to learn from you. You, rainbow, like all hopes since ancient times, just dyed the eulogy of the years with time and watched it become blurred under the wanton tampering of the years. Although the haze will eventually swallow you up, it is only a flash in the pan, and you are still willing to cross the wind and rain to meet the first light of burning.

Rainbow, I am willing to learn from you, from your unwillingness, learning from you is just burning, even if it will be annihilated in the next second.

Once, I saw such a topic in a book: What is moving? After reading it, I was puzzled. Did someone else bring you a clear spring in thirst, or did someone else bring you a breeze in the heat? Perhaps it is the encouragement of others in difficulties, or the sincere words of friends in loneliness. These are not perfect, so what is touch?

One sunny morning, my mother filled breakfast and urged me to eat quickly. I was thinking about the unfinished problem while eating. After playing basketball all morning, my clothes were cut a lot. When I got home, my mother saw a big hole in my clothes, so she sewed it patiently for me, motioned me to put it on after sewing, and hurried into the kitchen to make lunch. After dinner, I saw a band-aid on my mother's hand. I thought I accidentally cut my hand and didn't care. In the evening, I sit at my desk and do my homework. Time is ticking away. I looked up and it was already 9 o'clock. Suddenly, the door of the study opened and my mother came in with a glass of milk. Inadvertently, my finger was loose and the cup fell. Mother quickly bent down to pick up the broken glass, and deep red blood flowed from her fingers. As soon as my heart tightened, I quickly squatted down and held my mother's thin and cold hands. The biting cold rushed into my mind and made my eyes moist. Mom is going to pick it up again. I held my mother's hand again, and tears fell to the back of my hand.

At this moment, I finally understand what is moving, and great selfless maternal love is the greatest moving.

The October heat is coming, but it still refuses to disperse. Showers always come suddenly and go quickly, causing ripples on Xuanwu Lake and being at a loss. The city known as the stove is indeed hotter and more impetuous than the north, but it does not have the sultry and breathless weather as expected. Think about it, I have been in Nanjing for more than a month.

I drove for a long time the day I came to report for duty in the affiliated middle school. I'm a little tired, but I still can't hide my excitement and joy. On the vast campus, resplendent buildings are full of modern flavor. In my impression, it seems that only colleges and universities in Xuzhou have such a magnificent teaching building. The yearning for life in Nanpiao has grown a little inadvertently ... The sun is scorching the earth, and the tedious affairs dilute the initial excitement. Parents are still talking about "precautions" and finally feel that they have explained it clearly. Inspired by other parents, they continued to talk about it. Suddenly, they began to expect them to go home soon. ...

Maybe sometimes I really feel after the meeting. On the second day after the military training, I went back to the dormitory, raised my sore arm and knocked on the door several times, then leaned against the wall and waited. After a few seconds of silence, I suddenly remembered something, then I dug out the key tied tightly to the rope by my father and opened the door myself. The darkness in the room makes me a little uncomfortable. This house always seems to be open ... I threw things on the table, only to find that there was no place to lie, and the bed was on the upper floor. I leaned against the ladder and closed my eyes. They all went home, and lonely air flowed in the empty room. Suddenly found that I am a person, a person in Nanjing, a person living ... there is an unspeakable depression spreading in my heart, I don't want to cry, but I am not used to it, I just feel that I have a dependence. The room door was still open, and suddenly I remembered.

Fortunately, with the company of classmates, loneliness began to dissipate a little. We are a provincial class, and our classmates come from all over the country. We often see foreign students with blond hair and blue eyes at school. After a week of military training, we gradually became familiar with it.

Maybe everyone grew up quietly. After sitting in the classroom for a while, I feel that there are no longer a group of children around, but a group of young people with ambitions and dreams. Girls have become more reserved, and they seldom grin when they laugh, and boys have begun to be modest and show gentlemanly manners. And this growth also made me realize a necessary "price".

The previous group activities were always full of enthusiasm and enthusiasm. Since I came here, the students seem a little indifferent to the class activities. There is a patriotic song chorus competition before the eleventh. As a literary and art committee member, I began to prepare seriously. Repeatedly thinking about choosing songs, busy looking for accompaniment, arranging time, waiting in line, and thinking about clothes ... Everyone practiced seriously in music class, but the practice in class felt like a swarm of mosquitoes flying in the air. Some just talk, and some don't even talk at all. Or sleep on your stomach, or do some homework in a hurry, few of them practice seriously. As the game approached, I began to worry as soon as I heard the tone that didn't improve. Even if the head teacher seems to treat everyone the same, he responds by screaming and standing in the queue, but his eyes are distracted and his body is wobbly. I started to get angry but didn't dare to show it. Occasionally say "let's be serious", but what I get is an answer that makes me laugh and cry "let's be serious" After a few days of evening self-study, I began to feel helpless when I looked at a group of rambling teams. Maybe my parents will help me deal with it better. Maybe if we were different. ...

Once, I made an appointment with my music teacher to go to the concert hall and walk on stage. Time is tight, but there are still several students wandering around. Suddenly, there was a strong sense of injustice in my eyes, and tears welled up in my eyes ... as if they had been accumulated for a long time, and some came suddenly but not suddenly. Are you more selfish and have no collective consciousness when you grow up? Is this the price of growing up? I'm starting to feel the urge to break the jar. Finally, the day of the game has arrived. Before the competition, the students in the next class asked me how your class was. I smiled and said, hey, being the last one is not enough! I didn't expect them to say, so did we. We don't practice well! I'm a little surprised. It turns out it's not just us. ...

There are two classes left before it's our turn, and I can't watch the game. Suddenly, the students began to send notes: "Doudou, shall we go out to practice?" Students, please fasten your ties! (circulated) ""Don't look around when you go up! " "Add some greetings in the middle!" "Thank you beans! Everybody behave well! " ……

I looked at forty faces around me, and I couldn't hide my excitement and nervousness. In that room, I seemed to find that long-lost seriousness, but it still smelled mature and my eyes were slightly moist ... I organized everyone to practice several times in the waiting room outside, and everyone laughed. Usually I thought they didn't hear the change of strength, but everyone remembered it so accurately and recited the lyrics well. I was a little surprised, but suddenly I understood something and secretly smiled. ...

The competition won the second prize. As soon as the ranking was announced, the whole class was boiling. It turns out that everyone is actually "secretly" serious, just embarrassed, just having some subtle adult consciousness ... Perhaps this "price of growth" itself is a part of life, and no one can escape it, and no one can change it. You can only slowly understand it, type it into the text and collect it, and collect a firm after confusion, a helpless smile, and a courage and strength to face it alone.

Not far away, a thin leaf fluttered in the wind, skimming over the water, getting a little wet and floating again. ...

It is necessary for students from all over the world to get together and talk about their hometown. The most interesting ones are dialects from all over the world.

I still remember one time, a classmate in Nanjing said: Don't be too ostentatious! I paused for a moment, then turned to look at the mirror next to me and asked her blankly: Where did I put it? A group of classmates burst into laughter until they explained to me that it was a sigh, meaning that you were fine, and I suddenly realized. My face burned slightly, but I giggled with them. The class teacher is from Sihong, Suqian. He teaches math. Every time he reads "Eight", he keeps silent, as if he is brewing the biggest breath. Then the sound of "wave" suddenly burst out of the slightly pursed mouth. At this time, the students are always laughing their heads off, and often deliberately imitate the teacher's tone. Teachers also laugh and have sex with us. Of course, sometimes, differences in language habits also bring a lot of embarrassment. For example, once a classmate in Nanjing called my name-Dou Tianchi, which was called Dou Tianchi (Four Tones). I didn't recognize him after calling him several times, which made my classmates think that I ignored him on purpose. This kind of thing often happens, and the result is very similar every time-not only are we not angry, but we also teach each other a few dialects by the way, and then the more we laugh, the more cordial we become. Language differences have become another kind of communication between us. The distance between regions is hard to change, but as we drift together, the distance between hearts begins to narrow ... it's good to have them on the road.

The number "60" appeared on the street unconsciously, and "1 1" arrived soon. Looking at the sky in Nanjing, I began to feel homesick. ...

Life in Nanpiao seems to make me grow up suddenly, and I know how to take care of myself, how to get along with others, how to give, care and understand, how warm and irreplaceable home is, and how it represents the pain of growth. ...

Don't give up hope just because we fall; Don't give up the possibility because the road ahead is long. Just like the heavy night can't stop the stars all over the sky, the long road ahead can't stop my progress, as long as we look far away; Just as years can't stop my strong body, ups and downs can't stop your sonorous pace, as long as we look far away.

Only by looking far away can we embrace hope and look forward to the future, win the crown of life with hard sweat and climb the peak of life.

Seeing far, not short-sighted, can make a hegemon. Whether it is the blazing fire on the starry sky tower or the billowing smoke on the beacon tower; Whether it's the scorched earth on Epang Palace or the blood stain on Jiugong Mountain, it's warning us that short-sightedness, lust for pleasure, deserve to die! However, Qin Xiaogong looked back and forth, saw the disadvantages of the enfeoffment system, adopted Shang Yang's advice, carried out large-scale reforms, and finally dominated the six countries; * * * Producers saw the redundancy of troops and the complexity of policies, looked to the future and adopted Li Dingming's suggestion. They may eventually become "little tigers" in Guizhou and eat a huge "oriental donkey". Explain that in the long run, we should not only pay attention to immediate interests, but also achieve hegemony. What's more, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty did not abandon the slaves of the enemy, trusting the golden sun tablet, while Emperor Taizong ignored Emperor Xuanwu and changed hands with Wei Zhi. Only when they look far and have a long-term vision can they tolerate everything and think of everything.

Only by looking far away and despising all difficulties can we achieve life. If Wang Xizhi didn't look far and pursue life, how could he achieve the title of book saint? If it weren't for Chen Jingrun's foresight, fearlessness and painstaking study of the draft surplus basket, how could he win the pearl and become famous in the world? If Zu Ti didn't look into the distance, hear the chickens dancing step by step, and didn't study hard at the cold window, how could he be famous for the northern expedition to the Central Plains? In addition, Li Shizhen wrote Compendium of Materia Medica for ten years, Xu Xiake wrote Xu Xiake's Travels for several years, and Marx wrote Das Kapital for thirty years. Their achievements tell us that only by looking far, not being forced by interests, not being robbed by crises, and focusing on the goals of life can we achieve life.

How many days and nights, the sailboat of life has been sailing in the wind and rain. Only by looking into the distance can we reach the other side in the fog; Only by looking into the distance can we break through the fog and see the dawn! You can only look into the distance!

Love is the entanglement of love in the life of several generations.

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Mother is sacred in my eyes. She miraculously gave me life and brought me to this world full of frankincense.

In my memory, my mother is very kind to me.

Yes, you are right. It's in memory. Very clear.

My mother and I had a shallow fate, only seven years, and it passed quickly. However, the love between my mother and me will never be tripped by time, let alone controlled by fate-forget everything. This feeling is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea! No less than Xu Shilin and White Snake; No less than the love between agarwood and the virgin Mary!

Father said that childhood memories are the easiest to forget. However, in my memory, my mother is everywhere. So they call it a miracle. No, that's not true. This is love! This is love! If love has no magic, how can it be called love! If love cannot work miracles, how can it be called love? !

The petals of carnations, like butterflies, hover in the wind; Lying firmly in the middle of the water, gently caressing the ripples. ...

My memory began to wake up.

The day my mother left (she died of illness) was summer, but the cold wind blew at night. I have a high fever for no reason. 40 degrees! On that cold night, the devil smiled and played with my mother's fate. My mother and I are in the same hospital, close at hand. I can even smell my mother and mumble in my mouth. I think my mother left at the moment when lightning flashed across the sky. I didn't see my mother for the last time because lightning stung my eyes.

Two days later, my condition improved. I'm clamoring to see my mother. The adults finally decided to confess to me-my mother has left. Like a clown, I smiled and asked them which TV series they were talking about. However, my father's red eyes and dazzling white hair told me everything. I believe. Yes, I have to believe it. I didn't shed a tear the day I cried my baby.

On the third day, it was mother's funeral. This ceremony means nothing to me. Because I can't tell "true" from "false" at all. All I know is that the adults in the room are crying, and the crying is still in the air, hitting my eardrum violently. Heart, tearing pain. "Crying baby" is one of them. She didn't cry, even wanted to laugh, laughing loudly and impudently!

Finally, the mother was carried out. Red, red like blood, red is shocking. I have been staring at the red house, and my hand was pinched by my grandmother and I lost consciousness. They don't want me to see my mother. They are afraid of scaring me. Ridiculous excuse, pathetic concern. I still appreciate my sister's appearance. I was amazed at her strength and pulled me out of grandma's hand at once. Like a caged bird released, I can't wait to rush to the blood-stained red.

I finally met my mother, yes, I did. She fell asleep, fast asleep. How I want to burn a kiss on her face as usual. She will slowly open her beautiful eyes and smile sweetly and gently. However, she slept so soundly that I couldn't bear to disturb her peace, even though my heart ached.

I look at my mother, and I can feel her soul. Yes, she's with me.

In an instant, my mother's nose was bleeding profusely and blossomed with beautiful blood. My tears were finally filled with sadness, and a "wow" gushed out, wetting the crimson carnation. At this time, the audience was horribly quiet. Everyone was shocked by what they saw. Only my crying, rippling in the air, is like a ghostly voice at midnight, so sad. Did I mention that I am a "crying baby"?

My father said that after death, when you see your closest relatives, you will only bleed under your eyes and end your life.

Mom, am I your closest relative? what's up Okay, okay.

My relationship with my mother has neither begun nor ended. This love will last forever!

Some things, once lost, can never come back.

Today, when I was sorting out books, I found my old essay book, so I took it out and looked at it, laughing while watching it, and then feeling.

In the past, I was pure and honest, and I did whatever I wanted, and I said whatever I wanted, without any scruples. Cry when you are sad, laugh when you are happy, and be silent when you are depressed.

That's much cuter than I am now.

Once a person is mature, he can never pick up the original pure truth.

1 1 years old, I know what loneliness is.

/kloc-When I was 0/2 years old, I knew what pain was.

/kloc-When I was 0/3 years old, I knew what loneliness was.

Now, I stand at 13 years old and look out at 14 years old. Fundus is an emotion called melancholy. Yes, melancholy is more heartbreaking than sadness, and it kills the courage to survive a little.

Looking at the feelings written in previous historical materials, I can only say four words: young and frivolous. I can almost see from those domineering fonts that I have never seen again.

I really sigh that I dare to write something like that, and now it seems really incredible.

I also thought of my previous prose. I actually wrote something that can be called privacy, and then I was called public work by Teacher Liu in class, laughed at by my classmates, and moped all day.

It is really unlucky to meet such a teacher at such a glorious age and take pains to erase all my innocence and juvenile self-esteem.

Others may not agree, but I can't express the suffering of those days.

I have to wonder why a teacher can bring the gossip spirit of the entertainment circle to the extreme, and he is a middle school teacher in his early fifties. It is said that he has been teaching for more than 30 years and has been awarded a senior title.

Is this era too depraved or am I too paranoid?

I believe that in this era, people who can be paranoid all their lives must have the happiness of the whole heaven.

Of course, I don't need it.

I live because someone wants me to live, so I want to live well. If I die, it's not suicide.

I won't give myself a chance to go to hell.

Don't let the people who love you down.

When we end the day in a daze, have we ever asked ourselves what we did this day? Maybe sometimes we don't even know.

Dear friends, are we in youth? What have we done for our youth? What brilliant memories have we left for our future life? I'm ashamed.

When I was young, I often heard stories and poems about youth. At that time, I yearned for youth. I thought when I was young, I would have a good, meaningful and fun life. However, now I don't want to do anything but rebellion and laziness. At home, I forgot all my dreams and left nothing behind. I think I'll regret it later.

During the two-month holiday, I stayed at home, stayed indoors, watched TV at home, surfed the Internet, slept, and didn't even want to do my homework. Sometimes I really feel guilty. How did I become like this? So I told my friends that I was miserable. Now I have no passion, no energy, and no fighting spirit and belief to pursue my dreams. Now I think about the future.

I still remember when I had a holiday in my freshman year, I swore to myself that I must spend these two months of summer vacation, recharge my batteries for the college entrance examination and make full preparations. But as the days passed and the holidays drew to a close, I dared not think about what I had done this summer vacation. These two months of drowsiness have made me feel suffocated, unable to face it, and scared me about the future.

I wasted two months. I know how important time is to high school students. I regret it. I feel sorry for my dream and my dream youth.

Youth, what is real youth, who really spent his dream youth. A brilliant, energetic and passionate word has been ravaged by us countless times. I'm really sorry. I don't know how to face the future

Fortunately, youth is not completely over. Starting today, seize every minute, so as not to regret in the future, regain your faith and never give up pursuing the life you want.