Everyone knows something about prose in study and work, right? Prose is a short and flexible prose genre. So, how can we write a good composition? The following is my composition of Grade One for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

One day, when I stood at the window, I found that the leaves of the big tree outside the window had fallen off a lot, and a golden carpet was laid on the ground. Oh, autumn is coming. This idea makes me feel inexplicable thoughts and faint sadness.

The leaves of that big tree will be swept away by the autumn wind in a few days and weeks. This tree will become bare and lifeless.

With the wind blowing, the trees began to shed leaves, one by one, two by one ... The leaves danced with the wind and floated across my sight. They spin all the way alone, like dancing elves and soldiers fighting death. The last beauty of their lives seems to be ignited in a very beautiful way at this moment, turning into a beautiful arc between heaven and earth, and then slowly falling to the ground.

I remember that Gong Zizhen commented on them like this: "Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more." Perhaps fallen leaves continue their value in this way. It flies in the autumn wind with people's pursuit, throws away the bitter past and gently falls to the ground. Another wind or rain will bury it deeply in the soil, nourish and repay the tree. Fallen leaves make people realize the greatness of nature and the relationship between life and life.

When the leaves are gone, the mottled dark trunk and dead branches are exposed. That's very rough, even ugly. But it is like some kind of hidden truth, which is slowly opened in the yellowing book of the long river of years. It may not be beautiful, but it is valuable. It is the truth left by all the modification and hypocrisy, a spirit of returning to the essence, and a pure beauty.

The autumn wind blew away the faint sadness in my heart. The autumn earth deeply touched me.

When we finished learning the famous fairy tale Ugly Duckling, I was filled with emotion. I am annoyed to see ducklings being squeezed out by animals to laugh; I was very excited when I saw the duckling's dream finally come true and become a white swan. With the ups and downs of the story, my mood seems to have knocked over the five-flavor bottle, which is sweet, sour, bitter and salty and poured into my heart.

I thought: Isn't this ugly duckling a role model for us college students? When the ugly duckling is forced to smile, isn't that the difficulty we have to face? The ugly duckling has beautiful thoughts, dreams and hopes, and overcomes difficulties with an optimistic and strong heart. When your grades are low, you will no longer shed tears secretly, but turn sadness into strength and overcome adversity. It is precisely because there are ideals and pursuits in my heart that I am not afraid even in adversity, but gold will always shine. Under the guidance of the ugly duckling spirit, I learned to be strong and persistent after being knocked down by difficulties; I learned how to work hard, how to run and fall.

In fact, we have a "white swan" in our hearts. We can't reach it, but it depends on how you use it. If you treat it well and make unremitting efforts, you will definitely become a beautiful "white swan". If you ignore it, you will become an "ugly duckling" for life. This "white swan" is my ideal and hope. In order to achieve it, we must uphold this heart of never giving up and have a belief in our hearts: "I can be beaten back, but I can't be defeated." I believe that the world is big and home is everywhere. I look forward to one day, I will spread my wings and soar in the sky, where there is no sarcasm and ridicule, only praise and affirmation.

I want to follow this "white swan", fly farther and farther, fly to the sky and fly to the future!

I am rushing, unwilling to let the shadow behind me catch up with me, and even more unwilling to let the ruthless time unveil my veil. How can my ugly face be despised by the sun and the breeze? Then, at the moment of heartbreak, let them blow the fragments of their hearts all over the floor in a dismissive tone. After that, they quietly left, leaving only an irreparable heart.

I don't want to think about it, let alone dare to think about it, because I don't want the tragedy to be put on the screen again. There are always too many tragedies in the cinema, and the tears in the crowd always overflow seriously and quietly, and finally overflow their eyes.

Always afraid of the dark, but God often doesn't care for you. God likes to dye himself black, which is his hobby and his freedom. We don't even have the right to ask. Even if you are afraid of the dark, you can't do meaningless things! Close your eyes, it's dark in front of you, but don't do stupid things like a fool! People follow the sky, and the sky follows people. God can change people's destiny, and at the same time people can control their own tomorrow, as long as they work hard.

I suddenly had some ideas about life, so I wrote them down casually.

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One of my cousins lives in the mountains. Every time she goes up the mountain, she always passes a funeral home.

Of course, every time I go down the mountain, I have to go through the funeral home.

At the entrance of this museum, it is a gloomy old door, and the scratches on it write down all the vicissitudes of the years; Surrounded by a fence more than one person high, covered with moss, you can vaguely see several houses in the yard from above the fence. There is a row of windows on the house, and a faint light can be seen vaguely.

This place is full of strangeness and heaviness, especially at night, when I come home from the mountains, the dim street lights make my hair stand on end.

When I walked through here, my heart began to tremble and my steps were heavy. I want to go down the mountain quickly. I want to speed up my steps, but the faster I get, the more haunted I feel. The wind also turned into a ghost's roar. That's really step by step, scaring yourself.

However, for several weeks, I saw the iron gate. The iron gate of the funeral home opened like an old man sighed, breaking through the desolation of the night, and then the funeral music and firecrackers sounded together in the crying, and I suddenly felt as if the air had solidified.

The door opened, the mystery disappeared, the door opened, and the sadness was unobstructed. Is this simple and ancient hut the last stop of life? One day, I will also experience it here, although it will be a long time later, but it is inevitable. The dull and monotonous life will come to an end one day, so you may leave with regret, regret and nostalgia. Although human beings can't resist the footsteps of death, they can make limited life play an infinite value. Life, life-is it really simple?

Suffering is undoubtedly suffering. Facing the dead, you have no choice. You must cherish the opportunity of life.

Live, don't let the world suffer because of you, live, don't let life be worthless. Living, you can be an ordinary person, but you can make life tense and full. As long as we have struggled, as long as life has been brilliant, why do we still need to sigh that life is so short?

On the sunny road, my "old friend", the sketchpad, has been lying lazily in the back seat of the bicycle, motionless. Although the bicycle is bumpy, it does not leave its own position and bathes in the sun leisurely.

In the distant sky, the sky is blue and the clouds are thin, which inadvertently reveals some relaxed flavors. People along the East Lake walk comfortably, chatting and laughing from time to time, and something called satisfaction appears on their faces from time to time. Grass grows happily under the care of willow trees, surrounded by several unknown flowers, as if accompanied by companions. The lake next to it is flowing slowly with the wind, sparkling and really beautiful.

At night, walking on the way home, the warm wind blows slowly. I was a little tired and stopped to look up at the sky. Scattered stars were scattered in the night, blinking bright eyes at me, and suddenly I was excited. It will be sunny again tomorrow. I can't help feeling: Why didn't I notice the beautiful scenery around me in the past?

Students, maybe we should stop the pen occasionally and feel the beauty around us while racing against time. Learning is very important, but maybe you only caught learning, but missed a lot …

The composition on the first day of the first year 6 The winter of the year has quietly passed away; Only the eclipsed yellow leaves are left, lying quietly on the ground as if waiting for something.

At night, the quiet drizzle broke the dead and lifeless night. I heard her coming from the wet sound in the mud where the rain was flowing.

She stepped on the dead leaves of stagnant water and sublimated their interest; She walked through the barren land and sowed the hope of life. The place she walked through, like a swallow skimming over the water, left only a faint trace outside, but sowed a bright prospect of brewing life. But on this night, she left. Unlike usual, swallows, birds and insects sang and danced around her, sending away those who gave them life. That night, she left quietly with fatigue but full of joy. ...

The next day, people fell asleep? They walked out of the bedroom to meet their beautiful day. Last night, the water merged into a stream and gave a cheerful song; Birds fly over their heads, singing and dancing to welcome the new day. The bud hanging on the tree, with tears that once struggled, finally showed a smiling face. In the distant sky, only a few small black spots are soaring, and the fragrance in the soil becomes the witness of the arrival of this spring scene!

Her departure did not bring sorrow to people, but happiness and hope.

On the first day of junior high school, the angel's light shone on everyone who was injured, but when this person was seriously injured, the angel could do nothing but take him to heaven according to God's will, and he lost his soul on earth.

War, this heinous demon, shattered countless families in the world. Are you grinning when crying faces appear in the ruins of the battle? Did you celebrate the success of your evil plan in an invisible world when the city was destroyed? What did you gain, what did you lose, and what did you see in the end? When you take away innocent lives, will you be happy if you have a companion and are not lonely?

The blue ocean, such a quiet hell, hides danger. The mysterious blue makes people struggle to die in its arms.

Life and death are always locked in a glass ball. When this glass ball broke, it released a new life and destroyed a life. Cherish life? It's easier said than done. How many people have suicidal thoughts? The precious life they have been talking about disappears in an instant. The meaning of life lies not in living, but in what you live for and what you live for. ...

Weak and strong ...

I don't know what color my dream is. Maybe it has its own color. I don't know where the wind blows. Maybe it has its own direction. I don't know what loneliness is. Maybe it is like grass. I don't know what I am. Maybe I am a deer running in the sky.

I don't know when I have fallen in love with silence. I like to make a cup of milk tea, move a chair and sit on the balcony, bask in the sun, occasionally write with an exercise book and read this book for 2 or 3 hours.

I really like Han Han's unique writing style. His peeping at the man in the cup is a symbolic isomorphic process from birth to immersion in society. In the article, we can easily see his views on society and life. His bookstore focuses on the world. His narrative is exaggerated, but it is also moderately exaggerated, between humor and irony, which shows us his unique technique. His "seeking medical treatment" is not melodramatic and sophisticated. Although it is not as innocent and lovely as that written by teenagers, it has a special nature. Isn't the article entirely based on the word nature?

When I came home at night and saw my brothers, I thought of my brother again. Is he okay? I couldn't help crying, only to find that tears can be so hot, only to find that people will be so sad to a certain extent. Tear drops, crackling, crisp and thorough. Dude, are you okay?

When you did something wrong, who forgave you? Who took you to the hospital when you were injured? Yes, they are parents.

On my birthday, my parents gave me a present! Mother said, "Happy birthday to you!" " I said excitedly, "Thank you!" Later, we sang a birthday song together.

I remember another time, I accidentally sprained my foot. I feel very painful. Call my mother loudly. Mom came over and said, "What's the matter?" I said, "I sprained my foot carefully." After listening, my mother said, "Then you and I will go to the hospital quickly!"! "From my mother's anxiety, I understand how good my mother is to me!

This is my mother. How kind she is to me!

People say that "only a mother is good in the world, and a child without a mother is like a grass", but I think dad is also very good!

My father has a tall, short, fat, thin figure, a pair of big eyes, in addition, there are two modest ears. Dad has many hobbies, such as singing, drinking, playing chess and playing computer. My father especially likes wearing a suit, and he especially likes raising fish and shrimp.

My father is also a helpful citizen. One day, it was gray and dark, and it was going to rain. Dad is in a hurry to go home. Dad saw Yang Laobo harvesting rice. Dad couldn't attend to going home when he saw it. He went to pick things up and harvest rice with Yang Laobo. The two men were very busy, collecting rice and putting it in a big bag. Yang Laobo was so busy that he was panting and smoking. Dad told him to have a rest and tie up the remaining two bags. It really rained at a bad time, and it rained heavily with a crash. Dad didn't let the rain stop what he wanted to do. Dad tied the bag and moved the rice to a place without rain. After doing it, my father has become a "girl-picking chicken". Uncle Lao Yang asked my dad to go to his house to have a rest, and then go home when the rain stopped. Dad refused and braved the wind and rain to return home.

When I got home, my father had fainted. Mom quickly touched dad's forehead. "Oh, why is it so hot?" So my mother was anxious to call many people. When my father woke up, many people saw him: relatives and friends, and people my father had helped before. There are so many, old Yang Man is here. Everyone says my father is the best person, but my father says, so what? I should do this! Hearing this, everyone remembered the good thing he had just done. They all gave thumbs up and said that they would learn from him and do more good deeds in the future.

My father is such a person. Think less about yourself and more about others.

The first grade composition 1 1 got out of bed and my throat was dry. After drinking a few glasses of water, it was still unbearably hot. I complain about the weather: it was cool just now, but now it has become a volcano. But what can I do? I am not a fairy bodhisattva. Even if I am thirsty, it doesn't respond, and so on, isn't it self-inflicted? It's no fun to think about it. Just rinse your mouth in the kitchen and feel much better.

Alas! This damn weather!

When I came to the balcony and opened the window, the dazzling sunshine slanted down, but I didn't feel much warmth. Instead, I feel quite stuffy, making my bad mood worse and worse.

Throughout the ages, the sun has been appreciated. Wang Bo said: "The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen." Shi Weng said, "Wan Li is as dry as Kun, and the fire umbrella is the same as the sky." I didn't. Sunshine has nothing to praise. It just gives off hot light. In addition, it brings people more infinite disasters and troubles!

Alas, when does it rain heavily and wash away all the sun? !

This week is the first week of school.

With a little nervousness and curiosity, I stepped into a middle school and a strange environment.

"Middle school is really a primary school, which is very different." This is my feeling since I entered junior high school for a few days. Class time is more, 45 minutes a section; There is less break time, only 8 minutes (preparing for the bell); More homework, not just a little more, but a lot.

There are many fixed classes, and if you don't do them quickly between classes, it seems that you can't finish them. There is a famous saying that "time is squeezed out", but in my opinion, time seems to be a squeezed sponge, and no matter how crowded it is, it can't be squeezed out.

My discomfort with middle school should remind me of my primary school life. At that time, I naively thought that there was no homework, and it was estimated that there was not much in junior high school. But now it seems that I was really thinking too simply. Looking back on primary school, it was really free and relaxed at that time. However, as Mr. Tan, who teaches history, said, the past has become history. Life in primary school is beautiful, but it is also worth remembering in our hearts occasionally. But taste is enough, you can't be persistent. People should move forward, look forward, not be satisfied with the status quo, but with what they have now.

Although I haven't fully adapted to junior high school, I will never get involved. I can't try to adapt to life in middle school, instead of expecting middle school to adapt to me.

A new beginning.

Junior one composition 13 begins to be remembered from the heart bit by bit, and there are always difficulties in our hearts in real life. Everyone is constantly pursuing the road of the future, and we have been constantly striving for life or for the internal memory of life or the memory of life.

Without the future, how can we pursue our dreams, and how can the memories or life feelings we grow up in our hearts or lives exist? Out of the future, we should also get out of the inner dilemma, because life has always existed in life or in the inner growth memory or in the growth dilemma of life. Because difficulties have always affected the inner memory in our hearts or growing up, because our hearts have always existed in life or in life and growing up in memory or in life.

Because our hearts have always existed in life and in the future. We may always exist in the dilemma of growing up in life, because why do we always exist in our hearts or lives? Everyone is constantly pursuing the future road every day, and this road has always been in our real life. We have forgotten our existence, and at the same time, we have been working hard for life and the pursuit of life ideals. Why should we pursue it? Mainly because of how we live better in dreams.

Out of the future, out of the ideal in life and the heart in real life or the definition of growing reality and life. Because our hearts always exist in life or in inner growth, because our hearts always exist in life and life.

14, junior high school composition, likes to be alone, and piles books everywhere without scruple. You don't have to tidy up the messy room, close your eyes and you can find any book you like. No constraints, no noise, let the days like running water pass slowly in my hands.

Sometimes I really want to be alone and want to stay away. To hell with those worldly things. I wake up in the first sunshine of the sun every day and sleep in the silent night. No one will disturb your life, and no one will pay attention to you. Although this kind of life is unremarkable, there is a freedom everywhere.

So I learned to be silent. I was silent and wondered if I was sick. I became indifferent to everything around me. What can I care about? Living in hypocrisy every day, I am afraid that others will understand me, and I don't want to understand others. In my eyes, life is simple and warm, but the reality is not what I want, and disappointment is greater than anger.

This world, this life, I use one word to describe it, that is-tired, and only this word can describe it. Carrying a heavy schoolbag every day, walking towards a lifeless campus. I am busy all the time, with no direction, only the time that slipped away from our fingertips and that sigh left you endless regrets.

Sometimes I fantasize that if there are no ideas between people, friends don't use each other, and people don't suspect each other … but how is that possible? There will always be a deceptive relationship between people until you have no surplus value.

Wake up in silence, sleep in silence. I like this life, but I dare not expect it!

Junior high school composition 15 is in the flower season of life, wandering at the crossroads, can experience the mature taste of youth.

The world is beautiful because of everything, and life is wonderful because of experience.

I remember it was a bleak late autumn, and an autumn wind blew the yellow leaves on the ground and danced with the wind!

When I was a child, I stood alone on the lonely balcony, looking at the distant mountains and looking forward to the future. How I wish I could fly in the vast blue sky. Unfortunately, I am not an eagle, so I can only look up at the sky.

As early as when I was independent, I always wanted to get rid of the shackles of my parents and fly freely, although I was still a teenager. I went home that day, with a few meager books and an exam result, and with a sad mood, I bowed my head and walked into the door of love.

Pushing open the bedroom door, a familiar smell is refreshing, the nostalgic picture is memorable, and my nose suddenly twitches. ...

My parents are as kind as ever, except for a few strands of white hair on my temples and a few wrinkles on my cheeks, but my affectionate eyes are as bright as ever. At this moment, my heart was shocked and my nose was sour. It seems that something salty has fallen into my mouth, but it is sweet to me. I did badly in that exam, but my parents didn't blame me, but used their past words to inspire me, encourage me and cheer me on!

Finally, I came to school again. Tired of horses and chariots, he fell on the lawn. A ray of sunshine brushed my cheek and looked up at the sky. I saw that the sky was still so blue. I closed my eyes dimly, but there was a smile on my mouth.

Teenagers also have a bitter taste. Since then, I have always had my parents' bright eyes in my heart, so sometimes when I am not serious, I can get serious again and study harder when I think about it, because I have always believed the saying, "The mountains are endless, and there is no end to learning." During that time, bitterness filled my youth, and it was in this bitterness that I gained knowledge and experience, as well as my efforts and persistence.

After the exam, I remembered another sentence: "Many good things grind." I finally made great progress. At this time, I don't know how, my heart is always sweet, maybe my efforts have turned the bitterness of teenagers into the sweetness of youth!

The world is beautiful because of everything, and life is wonderful because of experience. As teenagers, we can't live without the ups and downs of life and the coldness of the world, but if you carefully taste the taste of teenagers, you will taste the taste of youth. This smell is the strangest after hard work.