Senior one composition 300 words 1 Dear school leaders and instructors:
Hello! In a blink of an eye, the long summer vacation has arrived in blowing in the wind, welcoming a week-long military training.
In the hard training these days, our freshmen have gradually changed their state from the joy of summer vacation. Although I felt very tired on the first day, I faced the shortcomings of today's national defense and the invasion of foreign hostile forces. As a post-90s student, as the successor of 2 1 century, we can only strengthen our physique and cultivate our fighting spirit if we meet the following requirements!
1, in the squadron, we must "follow the command in all actions", no matter what the instructor asks us to do, we must obey!
2. In the training process, listen to the coach's main points attentively, carefully observe the movements of the coach and the teacher, and imitate and learn these movements.
3. In the dormitory, we should arrange our belongings according to the strict requirements of the instructors, so as to be civilized and tidy.
I am an ordinary girl. Learning is average, and people are average. But I have something exotic, which everyone has, but this kind of thing is different from everyone, and there is such a thing-friendship. I have two good friends. Their names are XXX. They are my good sisters, and they have given me a lot of happiness and touch. They comforted me when I was sad and were happy with me when I was happy. Our bodies are full of fun.
Summer is here, and a long skirt is fluttering.
Shuttle through the green Woods. There, there is the gentlest breeze, the warmest sunshine and the most comfortable feeling.
A wisp of breeze, not in the hair tip, comes to your side with the purest beauty.
You are still wearing my favorite white shirt. Like a prince in a dream, beautiful, mysterious and inviolable.
The tree-lined paths on campus, the red plastic track on the playground, every grid on the basketball court and every gap on the lawn are all printed with our footprints. It's good to have you this summer.
We can walk hand in hand on the coolest path, even if it is dark, it is still slightly warm.
I'm not cold at all.
Your smile, with the smell of morning milk, is familiar and kind. Slippery, flowing into my softest heart.
Never said a word of love to you.
A girl ran across the street. She smiled pure and lovely, holding a big bunch of roses in her hand.
You smile at her.
I hold your hand and smile at her with you.
She only has eyes for you.
You smiled and said, sorry, I only like shepherd's purse flowers.
Her eyes were full of surprise. You explain with a smile and look at me because she only likes shepherd's purse flowers.
Because I like it, and so do you.
We have the same hobbies and tacit understanding.
In front of the stone bench on the tree-lined path, you wait with a smile.
I blindfold you and guess who I am.
You smiled and guessed patiently, which eased the atmosphere.
This summer, I have your first dream, as beautiful as ever.
Your tenderness reminds me of you.
We met in late summer and remembered in late autumn.
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The sultry summer vacation made me fidgety and depressed, and I walked out of the house with a deep foot and a shallow foot. Unconsciously, after walking for a long time, frogs and cicadas keep calling like a chorus in the sultry summer, but no one can stay here and listen quietly to the beauty that nature has given us.
The evening breeze blows the leaves on the edge of the tree from time to time, and the wind blows, so that the sultry summer recedes. It's raining, and my hair and clothes are wet, but I don't want to run.
Let the rain beat me, the feeling of pain. When I got home, I took a shower and wanted to sleep. Your message has been sent to your mobile phone. Your words, your kindness, your gentleness, I can't forget all this. At the beginning, there will be no regrets, no regrets, only everything belongs to us. We must remember that we have the same goals and hopes! It won't change now and it won't change in the future.
Knowing that life is divided into two stages, choking and crying, my life is only for choking and protecting you. Never give up, don't want to have such a result.
A 300-word composition in Grade One of Senior High School is born with beauty, and it is absolutely beautiful. Now it is a bald head and temples, lamenting that spring and summer are endless.
It's raining, on the red path. Yellow leaves, blue sky, flowers and spring breeze send spring away.
The purple python winds around and is the best in the dynasty. In Ma Rulong, cars are like running water, and you can see infinite scenery.
Today, a broken coat can hardly resist the cold. Cloth is cold, spring flowers and autumn moon, clouds are light and the wind is clear, and water is ruthless.
What's the point of remembering? I have been depressed all my life, but who knows the significance of solo "Running Water"?
Drifting away and worrying about self-improvement, I can't forget it if I want to.
Long past, flashy like a dream, half-life haggard today, Sri Lankan people are lonely and empty tears.
90,000 Li Fengpeng is lifting it, blowing it away, leaving the province empty in the later period of the past.
During the reign of Emperor Kangxi, Michelle Ye visited Jiangnan six times. I live in Cao's house every time I go down. For a time, Chinese people were proud of it. Later, Zhu Cao was awarded as a senior official of the Cao family, who was critically ill. He personally sent a physician to diagnose his illness, and the pot body was made of precious medicinal materials, which was enviable. After the emperor died, his four sons succeeded to the throne for Yongzheng. In the fifth year of Yongzheng, Cao Shi's property declined. It has been more than sixty years since I was favored by my late emperor.
Cao Xueqin was born in Nanjing Cao Jia, whose name is unknown. Accumulate shade from one's ancestors and enjoy all the glory. Yongzheng five years, hit hard: the famous family, admired by thousands of people in those years, was once copied. At that time, Qin Xue was still young, about fourteen years old. She knew the joys and sorrows of the world. She knew that this was her duty, and it was not surprising afterwards. The family moved to the western suburbs, poor and struggling to make a living, and drank porridge alone during the eclipse.
Today, we will leave our parents' shelter and take part in social practice activities. Those of us who have never experienced collective life are like a group of birds spreading their wings and flying, happy and comfortable.
When I changed my school uniform into camouflage uniform, I suddenly felt that I had changed from a primary school student to a little soldier with my head held high, and a sense of pride came to me.
You see, on the training ground, our whole class stood motionless, just like a statue. Yo yo, I'm so tired and bitter. However, when I saw the slogan on the wall, "Blood and sweat don't shed tears, skin and flesh don't fall behind", I secretly encouraged myself, "Hang in there, I want to be a little man with indomitable spirit". By the end of the training, my clothes had been wet with sweat, and my waist was sore and my legs hurt-but after a few days, I seemed to have become accustomed to this training life and even fell in love with it. Oh, I also learned to bear hardships and stand hard work, from which I realized the other side of life.
After several days of training, we will have a review and gymnastics competition in the morning. "One, two, one", "stand at attention" and "at ease"-what a loud and powerful slogan you are listening to, what a neat and powerful step. Look at all the students.
Past sweat and hard work won us the second place in the gymnastics competition in our class. I am still an excellent student.
Military training is like the curtain call of an evocative old movie. But this bittersweet time will be fixed in my memory.
On New Year's Eve, when the bell rang at 12, the night suddenly became lively. Firecrackers, congratulations from TV hosts and the sharp sound of fireworks that cut through the night sky are mixed and resounded through the whole space, and gorgeous colors are flying in the air, full of prosperity. The old year ended with a bang, and the new year ended with a bang. Looking at the beautiful night sky and fleeting fireworks, I think so many fleeting things can be superimposed to stage a grand carnival, but it will eventually be calm, but what can last forever? Just like life, it will eventually end, but I think I want to know that my life will end like this fireworks, but I also want to leave gorgeous colors in the dull night sky, plus many fleeting golden nights that make my own achievements.
postscript
There was no postscript, but I wish you a happy new year when I think of it. I also say a few words to my brothers who work outside. I am not a sentimental person, but I also want to say something sentimental: "Brother, I miss you." Brother, you are the oldest of our four brothers. Why are you 25 years old? It's time to get married and have children. I'm waiting for your wedding reception. Second brother, you too. Next time, you should hold on to your second sister-in-law and don't let her get away. Third brother must go back for the Spring Festival next year, saying that he can't go home for the Spring Festival if he has money, but he must earn a lot of money. You promised to give me a big red envelope, and you will make up what you owe this year, hehe.
The sunshine today is very warm, and I feel very warm. When I was born, I stayed in a city that was always dark and without light. I swear, when I die, I will never go back. I'm afraid to run away like that, and I hope God will bless me. I told God that I would be honest and do things according to my book. I will marry a little girl with a braid and grow old with her. When I am old, I am always ready to meet God whenever he needs me. If I can only give up, I will say goodbye with a smile. I want to see his happy life with my own eyes. How I wish it was over. The sun is golden. My sweetheart is still as overbearing as before. I still remember that he is saying that imperfect things are mended into perfection, which is my interest. He was standing on the edge of the windowsill, holding the railing in his hand, and the huge blue sky gradually became a picture frame on the mirror around him, fixed in my memory-rare beauty and rare momentum. This man's sharp edges and corners sparkled like a drawn sword, and I fell in love with him at that time. He has the courage to say such a thing. Imperfect things are always imperfect I can't make myself perfect, but he can I told you, I don't want to go back to that city.
Every time I introduce myself, I write differently. When I look at myself, I feel anxious and insensitive to pain, but my lacrimal glands are particularly developed. Sometimes, I think, I am a stranger, and I remember those precious memories that are vivid in my mind.
Do you remember? At that time, my friends and I walked through the corner of the campus together, enjoying the three-year flowering of begonia and spitting out the most beautiful heartfelt words to each other. On the occasion of graduation, the paper rafts handed over to each other, and it was agreed that one day it would be a drizzle at dusk or a candle shadow shaking red, which was the time for you and me to meet again.
Do you remember? After buying books in the bookstore, I was short of money. Although it was raining heavily, I walked home for 40 minutes. At that time, I was fascinated by books. At that time, I was carefree, and I am particularly envious when I think about it today.
Do you remember? I love Yan Xiaoshan's Linjiang Fairy, and I also love Qin Guan's "Mountain smears Wei Yun, and the sky sticks to grass". I picked up an anthology of Song Ci and recited all the articles in it, so I felt very satisfied.
Do you remember? Spend a lot of money to buy all kinds of exquisite silhouettes, record the long-lost vitality and toughness when I was a teenager, and indulge in the dream of "high mountains and high waters".
Do you remember? I was so green when I confronted my teacher. I was so excited when I went back to my alma mater to see my teacher yesterday.
I have been looking for a familiar figure among thousands of people, not by chance, but one step late, passing by my best friend and bidding farewell to my endless wilderness childhood in a hurry.
The footsteps of life always meet the sound of rain at night.
After the senior high school entrance examination, I thought about my choice on a rainy night, and two completely different roads were in front of me. I look forward to the future, but I can't let go of the past. The sound of rain makes melancholy more melancholy.
Withering has withered the breath, and vicissitudes have washed away the traces of vicissitudes. In the search for life, poets are melancholy, travelers are homesick, people are sad, and generals are sad. ...
But people can't always soak in sadness! Rainy nights may accumulate into floods if you are not careful, and poetry will not become a beautiful poison if it is too rampant. .
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Spring is dusk, although the flowers are falling, they are still full of purples, and the garden is not old. Don't forget that there are cheerful birds singing the next day, and don't forget that there is still a long way to go after disappearing.
I hope there is no despair in this world.
I hope people won't experience sadness.
I hope the sky is blue and vast after the rain.
I hope everyone can find a happy lotus.
It was raining outside the window, and I fell asleep.
In the rainy night, it is no longer just sadness.