My composition 1 In the world, it is difficult to find two identical people. Everyone is unique in terms of personality and appearance. Thus, there is a personality in this world.
I'm not the kind of person with extreme personality, but sometimes I wonder if I have multiple personalities. I like lively, like the feeling of many people around me, but I also like quiet, I like the loneliness and loneliness at night. I like to laugh very much, but I also like to be expressionless and indifferent; I like nonsense very much, but I love cold and handsome; I like sweets very much, but I prefer a slim figure. I like snowy winter very much, but I don't give up delicious ice cream ... there are countless examples like this. I wanted to be a person with great personality and become indecisive. I feel a little inferior, but I never let myself fall behind. I have a little temper, but I have never been more patient than the tortoise; A little shy, but always the most careless person; I love beauty a little, but I never take the time to dress myself up.
I love my family very much, but I never say; I was reluctant to part with my former teachers and classmates, but I still smiled at my classmates and cried goodbye at the last minute. I am a very lonely person, but everyone says I am too lively; I am a talkative person, but no one listens carefully ... I later found out that I have many personalities. When I grow up, I don't even know myself. Sometimes I even feel that I am controlled by others and I can't find myself. Later, I learned that it's not that I don't know myself, but that I am my own character!
I am convinced that a person's personality can determine a lifetime! Don't be shy, show the real you and speak proudly in front of others; "This is me!" Because it is unique, it only belongs to the unique you!
I know I have changed and become insensitive to the world. I know I've changed. I don't even know what tears taste like. I know … I know that I am no longer the simple and lovely girl that everyone loves. I have become cold-blooded and have no feelings for anything. I'm really tired, so tired. Facing the teacher, there is no respect; In the face of classmates, there is no such goodwill; Facing friends, there is no trust; In front of parents, there is no such thing as cleverness.
For the first time, there is no fear of death for the first time; For the first time, I gave my parents a look; The first time, the first time hiding in the corner and crying quietly, I don't want anyone to know. He said, "Crying is to make others feel sorry for you." So I don't cry, I don't cry in front of others, I just want him to know that I will work hard.
After that, don't call if you have nothing to do. Leave me alone. It's chilling. I once naively thought that he was the patron saint given to me by God. My world has become so beautiful because of him, but everything is wrong. He's gone. He no longer belongs to my world. But I still foolishly hope to try my best to save it.
I was stupid, trying to keep smiling at him; I am so stupid that I have to wait hard; I'm so stupid. I am so stupid that I don't have my old self. Silently listening to those songs about us before. "Send your diploma, and tears slowly fall to your fingertips, only to find that you are really predestined." But has fate really come to an end? "Since the day I met you, my heart no longer belongs to me." But my heart is broken.
My tears came down again. It is salty and bitter. I smiled bitterly and wished him happiness. I will silently pray for him every day. I choose to let him fly, fly to his world.
As for me, I just need to look at his happiness silently, and don't deprive me of my only request, my only hope for life.
My third grade composition 3 "Autumn is sad and lonely since ancient times, I say autumn is not as good as spring", the autumn wind is bleak and the leaves fall. In this harvest season, what will I harvest in grade three? Two years ago today, I entered the junior high school campus with the same vision and a little fear.
In the past two years, I have followed the collective steps to grow in knowledge, grow in emotion and enjoy in humor ... Gradually, I found that everyone has a small circle of their own thoughts, where they have their own ideals, guilt and happiness, and I also have my first ideal-to be admitted to high school. I understand that this is unpretentious, even trivial, and I just want to go on step by step.
The life of senior three is a blank sheet of paper, and I need to paint it myself. I should be careful with every stroke, because there is only one time in senior three, and the brush of time will no longer belong to me, only once today. In this environment, I am not alone in the valley, but have my parents' expectations. Thanks to the teacher's sweat and friends' blessings, I am no longer a wayward "apple of my eye". I should exchange practical actions for my honor and pride.
Life in grade three is a cup of hard liquor with more wine than spring, and he needs me to taste his own taste. Without the fruits of victory, you can fall from the sky, gain and lose, and what can you get without loss? A successful smile can only have a clear conscience after class, and it can't be a real success without the last glimmer of hope.
Maybe we won't get the expected result. Since I decided to do it rain or shine, even if I did something wrong, I don't regret not doing it. Oh, the third day-pregnant with heavy fruits of victory; Just like the confrontation between the two armies, the outcome is unpredictable; Such as sprinting 100 meters, struggling hard; Like the golden autumn, it is fruitful everywhere.
I often hear people complain that they have too little: no superior background, no beautiful appearance, no beautiful clothes and so on. In fact, sometimes it's not that we have too little, but that we feel too little.
I have bright eyes. I can see the panorama of a beautiful picture. I can see the blue sky, leisurely white clouds, green pine trees and charming willows. I do. I'm happy.
I have sensitive ears and I can listen to the world. I can hear the euphemistic birdsong, the gurgling sound of running water, the rustling wind, the huge roar of waterfalls and my mother's gentle voice. I do. I'm happy.
I have sound limbs. I can touch the tender grass in spring, I can feel the tenderness of running water, I can lift a piece of loess and feel its vicissitudes, I can pick up a leaf and touch its beating pulse. I do. I'm happy.
I have a clever mind. I am good at thinking, and I have the joy of solving mathematical problems; I understand, and I have the pleasure of talking with the characters in the book; I am willing to explore, and I have the satisfaction of deciphering the code of natural science. I do. I'm happy.
I also have an optimistic personality, rich hobbies, enterprising spirit and a colorful life … I also have many, many.
We always envy what others have, but we don't know that we are actually envied by others. There is no need to complain that we have too little. In fact, we have always had a lot. Let's shout out together: I have it, I am happy!
I can't help but stop looking.
With a dull pain in my heart, I began to rummage through some traces of memory in the wooden collection box and accidentally found a small guitar.
That guitar is really not exquisite, just an ordinary lute. The paint on the top button has peeled off, leaving only mottled Lycoris red, which seems to have a scab attached to it because of rust. The logs on the piano are now heavier in color, and the bright wax has long since disappeared, leaving only the lonely essence with some grinding marks, which is dull. A few strings are still broken due to aging, vaguely like a dream.
Yes, my bosom friend is leaving the city and me for family reasons, and I can only turn this feeling into a smile in the shallow wind and turn around and leave. Does that broken string indicate that our fate has ended?
I plucked the remaining strings gently, but the tone didn't go out of tune. It is so lively and naive, as always, with her style, light but calm.
At this time, ordinary people love to miss the past, let alone me who has been greedy for the old days? In the dark brown light, my brain is full of gurgling memories.
At that time, it was she who played the guitar out of tune, and a concert was in full bloom, only for us. My audience is only her, and her audience belongs only to me. She once smiled and carved our initials on the left side of the piano. She gave me this guitar at my birthday party that year.
Now, I have turned over my guitar. Perhaps everything else has been blurred by the washing of time, but the clearly engraved name and the unchangeable agreement are clear and completely different from everything else-eternal clarity. That is our friendship, the most precious friendship.
The clarity that flashed in my eyes made me understand that the pain of parting had been washed away and sealed at the moment I plucked the strings, leaving a beautiful memory that would never fade. ...
My third grade composition 6 has gone through the first grade with joy, the second grade with growth, and the third grade with maturity, steadiness and hard work. Standing in the school square, I looked up at the blue sky and shouted: Grade three, I'm coming!
Time pushed me to the third grade and came to the classroom of this graduating class. The oath of struggle on the desk tells the third year of my life. A desk and a chair here can make me motivated. On the third day, it was like getting on a train that never had reverse gear, and moving forward forever.
In troubled times, endless fighting is a portrayal of the third grade. In the face of the third grade-graduating class, a word full of fighting spirit and passion, I resolutely go forward and fight hard. Because I know: struggle is not necessarily successful, retreat and escape will certainly fail. The success of the third grade, let us use every day's efforts, every diligence to exchange.
You came quietly and I accepted it silently. I secretly made up my mind to make every day of grade three full of flavor. In the third year, I will use diligence and hard work to influence and conquer it.
Happy with the sky, happy; It's fun to have fun by yourself; Have a good time in the third grade, with endless aftertaste. Life in grade three is boring, but I want to make it interesting. In the face of tedious classical Chinese and complicated physical knowledge, I always enjoy it. In the face of learning, I will not only be dedicated, but also be happy to work.
I had knowledge of gerontology in Zhao Pu in ancient times, but now I have learned English in Longgan. Sitting in a classroom with bright windows, you should take root in your study. On the third day of this protracted war without smoke, I am ready to attack. "The wise meet the bitter, and the bitter meet the skillful, and win." Looking forward to the third grade, fearless and brave! I will use my wisdom and unique methods to write the glory of grade three!
There are two big characters written behind the clock of time-now. Success is not achieved by impassioned slogans, but by present efforts and present diligence. With the efforts and gains on the white paper now, success will have the diligence and value now.
Grade three, I'm coming! Come with full of blood and the belief of winning, with sweat and tears. Say goodbye to the past and run for the future.
There is a golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book. The ancients didn't cheat me.
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Shaping my literary talent
Ostrovsky said: "Time gives us experience and reading gives us knowledge." Yes, books are the source of our knowledge. It is books that broaden my horizons and absorb so much knowledge.
Once upon a time, my composition was messy and even off topic. It was that book that helped me at the critical moment, helped me to examine the questions, improved my composition level step by step, and improved my literary talent level by level.
Books are the treasure house of human thoughts, and they enrich the content of my treasure house of literary talent.
Book, I am completely conquered by you!
Enrich my spirit
Herzen said: "Book, this is the spiritual last words of one generation to another, this is the advice of the dying old man to the young people who have just started their lives, and this is the order of the sentry who is going to take a break to take his place.
Yes, for me, books are my mentor in this beautiful world. They lead me into a colorful spiritual and cultural world, and make me full of imagination about books. Reading half a book is like opening a window of life. The more books you read, the richer your spiritual life will be.
Book, you conquered me!
Build up my confidence
Books or medicine, good reading can cure fools. This is what Liu Xiang said. Books are a good medicine for my life, which can heal the scars of my life.
Once upon a time, I completely lost confidence because of a game and couldn't help crying. Seeing my predecessor Beethoven by chance made me return to the prodigal son and my confidence increased greatly. Since then, I have never given up. When I encounter difficulties, I bravely build up my confidence and complete everything with confidence.
It's a book, it's a book, which has restored my confidence. In the future, I will complete everything with confidence and will not lose confidence at will.
Book, you have completely conquered me!
As Gorky said: "The more I read, the closer books bring me to the world, and life becomes brighter and more meaningful for me." Books have shaped my literary talent, enriched my life spirit and strengthened my confidence.
Book, you have completely conquered me!
My third grade composition 8, third grade, I have to face the senior high school entrance examination less than one year away from us! Every year, many schoolmates are admitted to good high schools, which is really enviable. When I watched the seniors walk out of this campus with happy smiles on their faces, I knew they had been admitted to their ideal school. In this way, for two years, I have been watching the school gate by the window. I have worked hard in this school for two years. This time, I don't need to look for it. This time, it was our brothers and sisters' turn to watch us step out of school. In less than a year, I no longer have to lean against the window. I should lean on the table and work hard. The school is full of expectations for us, and we should give the school a good answer!
In the third grade, we are the "boss". Some people say that the first day is full of hope, and the second day is a connecting link. Then the third grade is really ahead. As soon as I stepped into the school, my curious eyes kept glancing at it. I finished school throughout the first grade, but I still have to meet new challenges. In the third grade, we dominate the campus! Give a good start to the students in Grade One and Grade Two, and don't let them learn badly. The hope in front of the school is of course us. When we just shoulder this task, we will find that this task is not light! However, most of this task is for yourself, so you must work hard!
Third grade, no more fun. Describe your 15 years old, and someone replied: study and play. But the third day is coming, so I have to make up lessons on weekends and solve a lot of homework. I can't play anymore, and I have no time to play. This year, I should have been very nervous!
In the third grade, parents are more strict. Both parents want their children to get good grades. Look forward to your son's success and your daughter's success! Some parents bought a lot of homework for their children, some kept their children from touching the TV and computer, and some even took off their jobs and went home to supervise their children. It's amazing!
Third grade, be stricter with yourself!
By the third day, we will begin to fly our ideals!
Third grade, ...
There will be obstacles in front of the third grade, but crossing these obstacles will be both an opportunity and a challenge. Let's act!
My composition in grade three is like water.
It seems that in a blink of an eye, we have changed from those naive little boys and girls to responsible big children. Although there is still some childishness on his face, his heart is already very rich.
We are in the prime of life.
It is the beginning of a new semester. I have a sense of fear when I accidentally catch a glimpse of the word "Grade 9" in the new textbook. Yes, we know, we know what "ninth grade" means.
In the ninth grade, we will usher in the first turning point in our lives.
We all know that. Know how much effort and expectation we will make this year, how much pressure we will bear this year, how much effort we will make to choose a better life path this year, and how many bumps and storms we will face this year. ...
However, we are not afraid. We are not afraid of countless papers flying around like snowflakes. We are not afraid of the mountain of review materials on the desk. We are not afraid to stay up late every day to review and drink coffee to refresh ourselves. We are not afraid of teachers in all subjects waving their hands condescendingly and saying the exam. We are not afraid of parents nagging about the key points every day.
We are not afraid, because we understand.
We understand. Understand that our parents have devoted too much effort to us, that our teachers have devoted too much time to us, that we will regret if we don't work hard on this road, and that we should not shrink back easily when we grow up. You must understand that if you struggle when you are young, you will become beautiful.
We understand. We are not afraid.
Now, each of us has stood at the starting line of the senior high school entrance examination. We are full of confidence. No matter how many obstacles, bumps and tears lie ahead. We will face it bravely, because we have worked hard and gained, there will be rainbows, sunshine and smiles. Even if we are not as good as others, we will smile, because I have worked hard all the way, and I have no regrets, no regrets, at least, I have a clear conscience.
"He said that in the storm, this pain is nothing, dry your tears, don't be afraid, at least we still have dreams ..." Listen to a sailor cheering for himself and wish us a pleasant journey on the way to the senior high school entrance examination.
My third grade composition 10 time is like a blink of an eye, just passing by in a hurry. When I open the door of the third grade, I see full expectation and fear.
Life in grade three is different, and the busyness and enrichment every day make people feel safe. Everything has become strange in the new semester. New classes, new teachers, new classmates, and unique junior three experience make me long for its early arrival.
The strong learning atmosphere is intoxicating and emotional, and the tight schedule in the later period makes people enjoy themselves in hardships and fight for the Japanese standard. I always thought these were far away from me, and now these are in front of me. The expected life of grade three finally came, but I began to be afraid again.
In my impression, the former seniors and sisters always get up early and get greedy for the dark, and the activity time after class is still hard. Sometimes, even if the lights are turned off, the seniors are still holding books in the dim light of flashlights. At that time, I really couldn't understand their hard work, but I just felt that they were very tired. After entering the third grade, I was really afraid, afraid of not working hard enough, afraid of falling behind the team, afraid of loneliness, afraid of failure. I'm afraid I can't stick to it, give up halfway and give up all my previous efforts. Small ants can lift "heavy objects" several times larger than themselves. How can I give up? When "Yali pear" was put into the refrigerator, it successfully became a "frozen pear". I believe I can turn pressure into motivation.
On the third day, I came. With expectation, with ideals, with hope and with a smile.
There is only a sprint in the final stage of junior high school, and only hard work will not be in vain. But it also indicates that we are about to face separation in one year, and we will never regret working hard for the next better meeting.
As the goal increases, the effort will also increase. No pains, no gains, and efforts will not be in vain.
A thousand words, it is better to put a correct attitude and make full preparations for the new semester. Hello, Grade Three, I'm coming!
My senior three composition 1 1 In life, we should believe in ourselves and fight for our ideals. In the process of struggle, if you want to win, you have to believe in your own strength.
Before the exam this month, I often encourage myself, don't be afraid, it's just an exam! Think of it as an ordinary exercise, strengthen review and take it seriously when the exam comes. Although I say this to myself several times every day, my heart still can't calm down. The time in September is getting shorter and shorter, and the exam in 10 is approaching.
The night before the exam, my father and I went out for a walk to relax. We came to the community gymnasium and saw two teams playing basketball. The members of the white team surpassed the red team by 20 points by physical strength. I think: the red team is doomed to lose. I glanced at the coach of the red team, and I was simply frightened by his momentum. The coach took his time and smiled. Let me go over and ask him. Aren't you in a hurry? Your players have already lost several points! If you don't take countermeasures, you will be beaten out of the water.
The coach said calmly, no, I believe in my players and I believe in myself. We never lose heart in the face of failure, and the final victory must belong to us!
I think he said this just to comfort himself and not to make himself too sad. Curiosity drove me to continue reading.
In the last five minutes, the coach of the red team made a gesture, and the members of the red team chased the members of the white team with the spirit of daring to fight.
At this time, a miracle happened. The score of the red team not only caught up with the white team, but also exceeded it! What made them win? It is 90% confidence and 1% talent.
I stayed by the cold window for eight years. After countless days and nights of fighting, I will rush to the battlefield of grade three and challenge myself.
For me, senior three is not just a simple word, it is a turning point that changes my life. The third day is full of pressure, but it is only a small step to hone us. We want to achieve our goal and take a step forward. Only by persistence and hard work can we achieve our goal. We are not fighting for others, but for ourselves. For our future, we need to burn our bridges.
The results are good and bad, with ups and downs. Inadvertently found that the ideal has become far away, only to realize that you can't do without reading. Entering the third grade, I realized that unbridled slapstick in life and study is a kind of maturity and growth.
Faced with this, I have the courage to go forward and work hard. Although the silent sky is waiting for me ahead, which makes me lose my way, it is not only me but also our family who work together. I am not struggling alone, which gives me confidence to face the senior high school entrance examination.
In the third grade, the whole class was silent and wrote hard. There is no drowsiness in class, no noise in the past after class, and full of fighting power everywhere. I believe that as long as I stick to my dream, the distant sky will definitely set up a beautiful rainbow for me.
Grade three is not boring for me, and there are a group of classmates who struggle with me. Whenever I am tired, I look up and see my classmates fighting side by side, so I have endless motivation. We feel the hardships of the third grade a little bit. In the face of most students' complaints and shouts, we still don't give up, because we all know in our hearts that we will experience it sooner or later. We are also convinced that the third grade in the teacher's mouth is like a difficult and dangerous period in our lives. Only by studying hard and working hard can we get through this difficulty.
So, I'm from Grade Three. I came facing the difficulties and came with a smile.
Written in grade three 13. He is a bricklayer and arrives at his post on time regardless of wind and rain. His weather-beaten face, scrawny body and dark eyes were so resolute that he propped up the blue sky at home alone. Although he is always so cruel to me, I know he is thinking of me. He has been working hard for us. This is my amiable and respectable father.
Dad goes out to work as a bricklayer every day and has little time to eat with his family. Even though he is exhausted, he always gets up early and comes back late. Due to physical discomfort, he also dragged his heavy body up and down. Tired instead of lying in the ward. Once, my father fell ill in the rain, and his family advised him to rest many times. He agreed temporarily, but he sneaked out. Illness has detained his people, but never his heart.
Dad is always so private and kind, even if I get into trouble, he always takes sides with me. One day, I accidentally damaged someone else's garden, and the chickens flew and the dogs jumped, and the vegetables were trampled flat. People were so angry that they came to me. In order not to embarrass me, my father had to submit to humiliation, apologize to others and repair the vegetable garden. I didn't use French until I got home. It hit me and broke my father's heart! I cried. The wound didn't hurt at all, but my heart hurt. I hate and regret it. You shouldn't have been naughty or itchy.
Dad is like my alarm clock, reminding me all the time; Dad is like my universal pen, taking me to paint a colorful life; Dad is like a bright light on my way forward, illuminating my ocean of success; Dad is like a colorful flower in my life, blooming where I need it ... Dad accompanies me everywhere. He's amazing. It is his strong perseverance and love for me that inspires me and fills me with great strength to cope with my study and life.
Thank you, Dad! I will repay you with excellent results, and I will succeed!
My third grade composition 14 "Love in China" was fascinated by humorous language movements. There are nine major problems in this book. Look!
First of all, I saw the Chinese character palace and realized the infinite charm of Chinese characters; The words in the temple of words are interesting; Then you will see the ancient poetry museum. Read it back and forth. Ancient poems will be unforgettable for a long time. Then, we went to the couplet gallery, where the couplets were ridiculous and made people linger; The people in the nifty pavilion are very humorous, and the little Doby inside is so cute; The little punctuation elves in the punctuation hall are playing there, and now we tell jokes we don't know; Open the treasure chest of the riddle table, guess riddles, and the happiness of success ripples in your heart; Wandering in the leisure pavilion, some stories can't help but make you laugh and gain a lot of knowledge.
There is an interesting passage. do you want to hear it ? Then I began to read: The topic is, "Xu Mu" has a "Ji Da". Do students think it's funny just by looking at the topic? Is this a book? Let me tell you something!
A scholar, who doesn't study hard, often reads white characters. One day, while he was reading Water Margin, his friend dropped in and asked, "What are you reading?" The friend who answered "Xu Mu" was very surprised and thought, "I have read many books, but I have never heard of this book." Then he asked, "What characters are written in the book?" The friend had never heard of this character, and then asked, "What kind of person is he?" A: "This season, Ji praised her second grandfather and had improper courage." It suddenly dawned on my friend that Mr. Bai Zi read Water Margin as "Xu Mu", "Li Kui jy" as "Jida" and "Axe" as uncle.
This is really funny. If you don't study hard, you will often mispronounce words and make big jokes. I like this book very much. Although it is full of short stories, you will gain a lot of knowledge. There is a little knowledge in the paragraph I just watched. If you don't study hard, you will learn Chinese well and write wrong words. Do everything seriously, no matter big or small.
I don't know when it started. It's really hard to install. Only I who often cry in the dark is the real me.
I used to do whatever I wanted at home. Sometimes I don't do what my parents ask me to do. I coquetry in front of my parents and occasionally talk back to them. But now I pretend to be myself. I bow to my parents and respect them. Even if I have too many complaints, I won't talk back to them. In order to make them happy, I read and study in my room during the day and at night. I won't do it again.
As their friend, I used to speak directly, talking and laughing with them and having worries. I would tell them that I could cry and laugh in front of them. I pull a face when I am unhappy, and all my troubles are written on my face. But now, I greet people with a smile every day and pretend to be happy in front of them. I am troubled and unhappy, and I will never talk to them again. I pretend to be strong and never cry in front of them. I became very quiet and lost my innocence. Now I am more considerate and concerned about others than before, and I can even say that.
In my study, I'm also pretending. I used to talk in class, be distracted, and fight with my classmates in front of the teacher after class. But now, I won't talk about small things anymore. I will pretend to take notes and look serious. In fact, my heart has already flown. How can I listen to the class well, just to make the teacher think that I am serious, but I hate this kind of me.
I am so tired in disguise that I can't see myself clearly in the face of the night, so I will take off my mask and let my tears flow endlessly.
Tears are exhausted and the heart should wake up. I'm not the real me in disguise. I am really tired. In this case, let's restore the original appearance. Being myself is a happy me. Tonight is over, tomorrow is a new day, and the new self begins tomorrow.