6-word composition for senior high school entrance examination and appreciation

In our daily study, work or life, everyone has been exposed to composition. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. So how do you write a general composition? The following is a 6-word composition and appreciation of the perfect score for the senior high school entrance examination, which I compiled for you. It is for reference only and you are welcome to read it.

The first article: Slight touch in the corner

A small corner, mostly dusty, is always a place where unremarkable things exist. My tiny father impressed me very little. I'm afraid he always hides his body in a corner where no one can see him. So is the father's love, hiding silently.

in our village, people always think that boys can pass on incense, but what about daughters? It's no use raising and getting married. So much for our family. My brother is the apple of my family. My father often goes out to work, and he basically doesn't say a word at home, and I rarely talk to my father.

in the last period of the second day of junior high school, there will be a parent-teacher meeting. That day, my father also happened to go home. He seemed to have aged a lot since he had not seen him for half a year. I looked at him coldly and said, "Parents' meeting this afternoon, can you come?" He seems a little surprised. I didn't let him go to the parent-teacher conference. He nodded.

"Dad, you're back." The younger brother shouted loudly, breaking the awkward atmosphere of the father and daughter. "Parents' meeting in the afternoon, the teacher wants you to go!" He said, "I'll go to your sister's class, and I promised her." My brother has a sad face and doesn't eat much lunch. Dad said to me, "I'll go to my brother's class first and then I'll go to your class." I suddenly felt that I had no hope. At the beginning of the class meeting, I knew more clearly that my father was just giving me the runaround, and he wouldn't come to my class. After the class meeting began, although I kept looking around the classroom, I knew there would be no result. Then I simply stopped looking. When I got home, I didn't blame my father. In fact, I didn't even look at him.

On the way to school the next day, my good friend Kiki said to me, "Uncle wore new clothes specially yesterday." I asked inexplicably, "Where did you see him?" "It's in the corner of the classroom."

after school, I went over specially, looked at my father and asked, "Why did you hide in the corner at the class meeting yesterday?" He lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong, stood at a loss and said softly, "Didn't I go late?"

Later, I will occasionally stare at the corner of the classroom, as if my father still exists there, and a faint warmth flows into my heart. Things in the corner, or too small, can only be precious with your heart.

Part II: Returning to my hometown after 2 years

Time flies, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. I unhurriedly got off the k3654 Chang 'e flight and returned to my hometown. I haven't returned to this sacred territory for twenty years since I accidentally studied abroad that year. As soon as I got off the plane, I was full of longing for my hometown. As soon as I got out of the airport, I was stopped by a young man and said, "Sir, please show me your gold VIP green card." I feel a little bad (because in America, there is no need to apply for this card at all). I was very angry and said to him, "You are too old. What can you do?". I have to lie, there is no gold VIP green card in the United States, and even if there is, why don't I know. "

that young man, turn and pull over. There's a button behind him. As soon as I pressed it, there was a tablet computer. This drama is too bloody. I yelled,' Pull it up.' I found the gold VIP green card and the changes in China in recent years on the tablet. I didn't know that China has developed rapidly in recent years until I saw Article 781. Has become the world's' leader' lost land in ancient times has been recalled by China. Moreover, China has developed humanoid robots to serve people for free. At this moment, it dawned on me that the handsome young man I just chatted with turned out to be a robot ...

He changed from a rooster to a dragon, magnificent. When I was sighing, I seemed to forget something. Suddenly want to pull up. It seems that I still need a card. The button closes automatically. He kindly said, Sir, please show me the gold VIP green card. I said shyly, "I didn't know there was such a card before, so I didn't apply for it ..." He said, "This is easy to handle. Just say your name and ID number. 3 seconds to issue a certificate. " I said, "My name is Li XX, and my ID number is 1523XXXXXXXXXXXXXX." It didn't take three seconds to get the certificate. I feel a little dizzy. It seems that someone called me.

"Baby, get up. I'm sorry. The sun is about to set. I got up slowly and sighed, "Hey, it was a dream. I told this dream to my mother. Mom said, "Although you feel a little pity, this is just your ideal hometown. If you really want to have such a hometown, you should make progress and make our hometown more beautiful and rich. "Do you understand? I came to the living room silently. I wrote a passage like this: "Listening to your words is better than studying for ten years. I will definitely not let my mother down, and work hard for the beautiful and rich hometown of China. " Perhaps this passage is my loyal oath not to give up for my goal. My mother's words have benefited me for life.

article 3: never go far

it seems that overnight, countless "freshly carved tiles" stalls have sprung up in the town, and the stalls are crowded with noisy and haggling tourists. After the stalls, there are glib but distracted stall owners. I am standing on the street, with the flagstone road still under my feet, but it seems that many things have gone far.

when I looked up, I saw the giant word "Fu" carved by Mr. Tao more than ten years ago on the stone gate of Zhenkou. The word "Shou" was hidden in the "field", "Lu" was hidden in the mouth, and "Xi" was in accordance with the "indication". The whole group was jubilant, but it looked solemn because of the gray tile. Under the "blessing", there are four auspicious patterns, namely, the magpie climbing the plum blossom, the brave and brave to make a fortune, the unicorn sending the child, and the Sanyang Kaitai, which are extremely vivid. Walking along the stone road through the stone gate, the roofs on both sides are covered with green tiles, which are simple and elegant, calm and quiet, and the lines are cock crowing in Gu Zhuo and Josan, and dogs barking in Taoyuan, which is simple and lovely.

more than ten years ago, the town had not been developed into a scenic spot and was not named as an ancient town. When I was young, I was keen to watch Mr. Tao carve tiles and bricks. He drank a little wine, and his cheeks were slightly swollen, which made the lines on the drawing look elegant and round, and the strength was even and comfortable when he cut the knife, and it was uneven when he polished it. After taking the medicine, it was natural. When you lift your wrist, it's Danfeng Chaoyang, and when you bow your head, it's a diving dragon gate. Chiseling and shoveling, such as writing calligraphy, flows between ups and downs. A row of "Fu" tiles in the Taojia family are simple and different, hiding the dense leaves of boxwood in the backyard, and the time is quiet.

But now, those stall owners who are doing brisk business don't look like anything, let alone take medicine-now, efficiency comes first. What about the seriousness and piety at that time, the exquisiteness and the stability of the years, have they all drifted away with the time of more than ten years? I listened to the high heels knocking on the stone road in my ear, and looked at the sharp umbrella top across the undulating wall, and my heart was a little confused.

After seven turns and eight turns into a deep alley, the familiar wooden door and mottled low sill, Mr. Tao never moved. Pushing open the half-open door, the old "creaking" sound is still the voice of the past. He is carving a fish, with only a few strokes in the center of the masonry, a very vivid gray crucian carp, but he feels that the rivers and lakes are full of bricks and endless smoke. I looked up and saw that it was me. I was stunned and immediately smiled brightly: "Girl, do you remember me as an old man?" I am far away from the rivers and lakes! "After bowed their heads again. There are fine raindrops dancing, and wet streamers are floating on the roof tiles.

at the moment I crossed the threshold, I suddenly realized that those who I thought had gone far were actually here and never went far. Perhaps in the deep alley, perhaps under the shadow of his career, Mr. Tao has always been like this, with the belief of carving, knife and pen, year after year.

the quiet and ethereal sound of raindrops never goes far.

Part IV: There is a sound in my memory.

The sun is slightly tipsy, and the rain is slightly sunny.

By the window, there is a gentleman, gentle as jade, swaying in the warm wind, whose leaves are more and more green, green and bright in the sun, secretly spitting incense and brewing fragrance.

Listen, a gust of wind comes, and I hear the sound of Clivia blooming ... < p An unexpected wind and rain swept through

clouds like smoke, like a drizzle ...

Suddenly startled, I quickly walked to the window: The wind was arrogant, and the wind and rain hit your leaves, and your voice was harsh and frightening. Can you really resist this intrusion?

until the early morning, the sun was shining on the horizon, and the clouds and brocade continued. There was nothing like last night's storm. When I heard the wind in my ears, I turned around, the leaves trembled in the wind, and the orange figure jumped into my eyes-Clivia blossomed!

The sunshine is like rain, hitting the window impartially. A fine and bright sudden rain makes you wash away the lead flower, fade away the dust, and add a simple and pretty flower. Your flower grows in the dark night and is surrounded by green. The orange flower is coated with a glimmer, which is no longer desolate yesterday.

As strong as you are, you don't want to be ruthlessly eroded by wind and rain; Proud as you are, you don't want to grow old with the years, so you choose to stick to the eternal faith and ignite the hope of precipitation on rainy nights.

Suddenly, a string is quietly plucked in your heart.

Even if the shock wave is cold, the drama of life will never end like a dream. We sink and float, just like fragrant teas. Only by soaking for several times can we overflow the fragrance and harvest the dream on the other side, just like you. Only by setbacks or the baptism of wind and waves will we be able to do so.

It turns out that time is like a knife. Only by constantly working hard and bravely letting life blossom, can we describe the most beautiful appearance. Don't hate that the years are like water. In this way, it is the best way to live up to your expectations. If you only rely on life to flow, be content with mediocrity, and be afraid of being honed by big winds and waves, then the background color of life is getting paler and paler, and you can't find the original excitement any more.

Listen, a rain stops.

At one time, the rain was drizzling, and the graceful figure on your wings was quietly in full bloom.

At another time, the wind blew, and the notes in your destiny played gently.

At that time, the sound of your heart was getting louder and louder.

There was a sound hidden in the depths of your memory, and when the wind blew, the sun would not set.

When there is no cloud, borrow two rays of sunshine to warm up, and when there is rain, pour out your heart to Rain. Sitting quietly reading in my spare time, I realized the joys and sorrows of life in ancient and modern times, at home and abroad, and fell into the emotional whirlpool of ups and downs again and again, and was moved by reading again and again.

I was once moved by the great feelings of Chinese people in Tang poetry and Song poetry. I seem to see Fan Xiwen crying tragically on Yueyang Tower, "Worry about the world first, and enjoy the world later", listening to Du Zimei's sincere chant that "there are thousands of spacious buildings, and all the poor people in the world are smiling, and my Lu is enough to freeze to death alone". Yes, the emperor is fatuous, the officialdom is dark, the lights are on, and the life is drunk. How many people with lofty ideals indulge in the gentle countryside and forget the country, the mountains and the people, and their ambitions are eroded bit by bit by the singing and dancing of the West Lake, and the pursuit of fame and profit eventually harms themselves and the people. The world of mortals is all the same. Even Xin Qiji, who swallowed Wan Li like a tiger in those days, lamented that "it was dry and photographed all over, and no one would come to the table"; Even Li Bai, who let the imperial concubine grind the inkstone and Lux take off his boots at the court, "Laugh at the sky and go out. Are we Artemisia people?" How can you defile yourself in officialdom when you are full of righteousness? Whether in the prosperous Tang Dynasty or in the Great Song Dynasty, it was Du Shiyi and Fan Wenzheng Gongs who brewed an altar of spirits for later generations to drink; Broadcast a collection of justice and enjoin years.

I have also been moved by the infatuation between men and women in Yuan Qu Zaju. She is darling daughter, a scholar with a poor window for ten years. Her female companion entered the institution of higher learning and fell in love with him. However, he was too stupid to know that she was a girl. Their feelings were moving. She was Zhu Yingtai, and he was Liang Shanbo. He promised her a promise, and he gave her a become a butterfly, lingering and fly with me. This kind of love is treasured in the book, and every word of it is recited, like a cup of tea, which will last for a long time in Mika and will never be forgotten.

who made me cry? Su Wu in Historical Records! After 19 years of herding sheep in Beihai, the son of heaven in the Han family has already been replaced, but you still look at the distance with that piece representing the imperial court, waiting and waiting for a loyalty and integrity. You are enough to make me feel moved!

I chew the words carefully and count the impressions that reading brings me. Smelling the endless book fragrance, let the touch flow through every vein, open your heart, let the touch ripple quietly in your heart, and cherish the ripples forever.

The following poem is left in my diary: Last night, under the cold window and the moonlight, I drank tea slowly, and a curtain of clear rain hung, and the book was full of tears.

Chapter 6: I really want to keep this landscape

There was once a place where flowers were blooming; I really want to never say goodbye to that place.

the spring breeze turns into rain, and the spring buds are in bud.

On the way, it was a classmate who had been separated for only one holiday. Every time we meet, we will smile and nod. We are all led by our parents, slowing down the pace we have just accelerated. On this familiar playground, we walk into the classroom that is no stranger, laughing and welcoming the last new semester of junior high school. In that familiar playground, nodding has become the most beautiful scenery, and I really want to keep it forever.

the summer rain is pouring down, but the buds are still there.

"When will it stop raining ..." It seems that this is the unanimous aspiration of all the students standing in the stormy playground. Torrential rain, composed into a rain curtain, has long blurred the line of sight. "Here, go home!" The familiar voice. He put two umbrellas firmly into my hands and those of my friends. And he didn't have time to accept our thanks, but he was carrying the most worn umbrella of paradise and condensed his back into a point within our sight. Vaguely, I seem to feel that the umbrella is crumbling. In the familiar rain curtain, friendship has become the most touching scenery, and I really want to keep it forever.

it's warm in autumn, and it's in bud.

"What page are the new words copied from?" I asked him in a consistent and never warm tone. "In the list of new words on the last page, remember to copy them once." To my surprise, he replied to me in a very "rare" warm tone. The pen that was just scribbling stopped vibrating. I think we usually quarrel from time to time, but now we are a little unaccustomed to it. But he finally replied, "You can't even understand this, can you? Look at your stupidity!" Grind and laugh. "Come on, I'm smart, so smile carefully and keep your mouth shut!" After that, it is still an endless quarrel ... In the most familiar quarrel, the transmission of friendship has become the happiest.