In ordinary daily life, everyone has written compositions, and they must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Through compositions, we can gather our scattered thoughts together. What kind of compositions have you seen? The following is a collection of her and her and her compositions that I have collected. I hope it will be helpful to everyone. She and her and her composition Part 1
She and her and her, one blooms silently like a daisy, one is as fresh and elegant as a lily, and the other is as bright and sunny as a sunflower. Seeing them is like seeing a crystal, pure and clear, without a trace of impurities.
She is like a daisy
She seems to have been so quiet since she was born. A man sat there quietly, occasionally raising his head to meet her eyes, and a bright smile bloomed from the corner of his mouth. But she is so lively and kind, and is always comforting her good friends who are frustrated in exams. That time, for some reason, she looked sad all day long, and occasionally she couldn't help but shed a few tears. Ask her and she won't tell. In the evening, the sky was gloomy, and with a slight twist, heavy rain fell from the sky. After school, she walked out silently, her thin figure making people feel distressed. It was dusk when the rain stopped. She was soaked all over, wiped some water on her face, and smiled at me who looked worried. That smile is like the sunset in the evening after the rain, bright but close. I was startled, then smiled. It doesn't matter, difficulties, obstacles, and setbacks are no big deal. After the storm, the daisies will bloom again! Daisies are more beautiful under the rainbow!
Lily-like her
When I first entered school, I saw her who was much taller than me, and I felt a sense of fear towards her psychologically. But gradually, this fear disappeared. She is like a big sister, holding on for us. Slowly, after getting to know her well, I discovered that she is like a lily. The fresh and elegant temperament of lily brings peace to the restless heart. Every time when I am confused and confused, I always subconsciously look for her - the best listener who always helps me push away the clouds and enjoy the warm sunshine. Don’t be afraid, after the thick clouds, the sunshine will return and the lilies will still bloom!
She is like a sunflower
Although she and I don’t stick together every day, I still regard her as a shield in my heart. When the storm came, she and I relied on each other. After the storm, we enjoyed the sunshine together. Don’t worry, rely on it, the warmth is still there, and the sunflower is still by your side!
She and she and she are the crystals on the road of life. In the crystal, there is the rainbow after the rain, the sunshine in the fog, and the warmth in the rain! She and Her and Her Composition Part 2
She doesn’t like to make friends. Only those who have a good relationship with her really understand her. She is a person who is not good at expressing words, and she has expressed her truest emotions without words! She is not humorous, but she has a low point of laughter. Whenever someone tells a joke, she can't help laughing... and it is precisely because of this that her smile is the motivation for others! She is a shy person, she doesn't like to "show off", she likes to be an ordinary person among the crowd, because of her personality, she feels that she is suitable for the audience! She is quiet and quiet, but she is not ignorant! If she is a star, then she will definitely be the star hiding in the clouds, inconspicuous...
The only thing she likes and wants to see is her smile...
She is a person who has a wide range of friends and is very friendly. She likes to express herself very much, and she can't wait to show off all her talents, not for anything else, just to show her true self. She is very humorous and can always make people around her laugh...but how many people know that apart from making others laugh, she feels that she is useless, and how many people know her inner loneliness.
She is special, at least to her! She is brave and strong, and it is precisely because of her brave and strong angelic smile that she slowly conquers the people around her... and because of her self-confidence, the people closest to her change for her! ! If she is a star, then she must be the most dazzling and beautiful star, making people yearn for...
These two girls with completely different personalities came together because of fate, and sparked the spark of friendship. ...
They hope...she can't walk anymore, help her! She couldn't hold on any longer, she was messing with her! They will never fall because... they have each other. They firmly believe that they will go to the last second and never give up their trust in each other! Because they are the best companions, the best friends...forever... She and her and her composition part 3
The gift I plan to give to Wen is a very simple black dress, very ladylike look. When I first saw it, I thought it would look beautiful when worn.
Downstairs of the Wen family. After I called her three times with great effort, a little head stuck out from the balcony, and then I yelled at her almost like a roar: "You kid, get down here!" Five minutes later...she pulled on a pair of Slippers slouched down the stairs. Seeing her like this, I could only pretend to be defeated - well, I really can't do anything to her, it happens every time! Finally, I successfully gave her the gift. After being momentarily surprised, she quickly hugged the clothes, as if she was afraid that I would snatch them away again, and then quickly ran towards the stairs and disappeared from my sight around the corner. Oh, how sad I am! I didn’t see Wen all morning, and I didn’t bother to look for her. I was the one picking up customers every time, so I’m not that stupid!
Suddenly I heard the doorbell ringing. After opening the door, I saw a familiar face. Looking at her body, she actually put on her clothes so quickly! I was convinced by She! Before I could react, Wen gave me a big hug, and then I heard a sentence that I will never forget in my life, and even almost made me cry for this heartless guy: "Thank you, "Wen." Yes, these three simple words satisfied my little heart. I told her: "Wen, I love you. We will always be friends, and I want to be your lifelong friend." The two girls hugged in the empty stairwell. She and Her and Her Composition Part 4
The lazy spring makes people lazy, but the pedestrians on the road are still in a hurry, rushing to their respective destinations. She walked slowly through the streets against the flow of people, holding a kite that was very inconsistent with her age in her hand, like a joke.
She didn’t know why she had to fly the kite under the sun. I just remember having the same dream every night: a girl holding a thin string and running across a golden field of rapeseed flowers. I don’t know whether she was holding the kite or the kite was holding her, but they ran forward tirelessly. The wind blew the bangs on her forehead, and there was an unconcealable smile in her dark pupils, as bright as stars. When she woke up from the dream, there was an inexplicable force that drove her to take down the kite that had been lying dormant for many years from the attic.
Occasionally, two or three passers-by cast disdainful glances at her, because she was so out of tune with everything around her. She didn't pay attention, she just thought that her friends' faces were becoming more and more like these adults, and their eyes under the thick glasses couldn't be seen clearly. She still clearly remembers that when she asked her friend to fly a kite together, the other person only replied with a faint "childish" sentence. "Is it childish?" she murmured and continued walking forward.
The spring sunshine was not harsh, but it still evaporated a layer of fine beads of sweat on the bridge of her nose. She didn't even bother to reach out and wipe away the sweat, she just kept searching. Maybe I was looking for so long that I forgot what I was looking for. But she is not depressed, as long as she catches her kite, she can always think of it.
She couldn’t remember the last time she flew a kite, but she just felt that the weather at that time was not as hot as it is now, and the sky was a little bluer, and it was not monotonous from the rapeseed The flowers reveal sporadic golden colors, and a huge golden wave surges in the rapeseed field. The sky is always filled with kites of all kinds: some shaped like butterflies, some shaped like eagles; some made of cloth, some made of paper; some are bright and colorful. Some look like red plums, some are as dark as haze... The sky full of kites is dazzling. But today's sky is always a little gloomy gray, like a thick cloud of sadness that cannot be dissolved.
The blue sky that you could see once you raised your head is now swallowed up bit by bit by tall buildings rising from the ground. Only by lying flat on the ground can you catch a glimpse of the sky in all directions. No, no, she shook her head. The sky should be boundless. How could that piece of gray with sharp edges be considered the sky? She thought this and continued walking forward.
She saw an environmental protection worker diligently uprooting the rapeseed plant staggered in the flower bed. Her hand holding the thin thread tightened unconsciously, and her heart felt like being pricked by an embroidery needle. For a moment, the pain was silent. She had witnessed tens of thousands or even tens of millions of rapeseed plants being buried alive by rocks and gravel, cut off from sunlight and air, and dying painfully in the darkness. She seemed to still hear the weak moans of the rapeseed flowers and the rapid panting trying to embrace the sunshine again. She suddenly remembered her original purpose. What she was looking for was a sky big enough for kites to fly and a rapeseed field where she could run wildly. But she is surrounded by cold steel and concrete. Where will she go to find her dream? She was a little confused, but her legs still moved forward stubbornly.
In the sun, a girl walked slowly through the streets and alleys against the flow of people, holding a kite in her hand, like a joke. She and She and Her Composition Part 5
"She" was born in the countryside and has never read a book. Tall and thin, her face is covered with traces of time that cannot be concealed. It is in this "her" that there are many things that people cannot understand.
"She" is said to be uneducated and doesn't look like it. She speaks quite fluent Mandarin. No one in the village who has read a book can speak it as well as "she". Who would really go there? If you compete with "her" in speaking Mandarin, that person will definitely lose.
And she is a naughty, troublesome, and annoying person. The main task God arranged for her to come to the world seems to be to destroy other people's things. He never does any housework and often makes the house a mess, like a pig's nest. When he really couldn't stay idle at home, he would go to the village to cause havoc, so "she" always had to help her clean up the mess.
Because she often broke people’s things, the villagers complained about her, but it was “she” who put in good words for her time and time again. The complaints made by the villagers were very unpleasant. No matter how unpleasant they were, "she", who was always eloquent, did not say a word and allowed the villagers to speak. "She" just chose to remain silent. Whatever people said about "her", "she" would bear it in her heart. Everything "her" did made her feel ashamed and she regretted it.
One night, "she" who had been patient for so long finally collapsed. Taking advantage of the heavy rain outside, "she" hid in the house alone and cried. Crying so hard. She secretly hid outside the door, feeling a burst of pain in her heart.
She pushed open the door and walked in, hugging "her" from behind. "She" turned around, wiped the tears from her face, and said to her seriously: "They can't put her What you said was so unpleasant, absolutely not allowed!"
"Her" words reminded her of the mistakes she had made. She really shouldn't have, and her tears of regret were like broken threads. Beads generally scattered down. Overnight, the sound of rain, crying, and heartfelt voices were intertwined, and "she" and she had mixed feelings...
From then on, she stopped causing trouble, imitated every move of "her", and became The most important thing to be cheerful is to learn how to respect others. "She" has also changed back to the "she" who once spoke freely, and "she" is happy for her change, because "she" knows that one day, she will become "she" and surpass "her" ! She and Her and Her Composition Part 6
Grandma always likes to call her "Plum", and people around her call her "Plum". "Li Zi is so good. He doesn't cry or make trouble even when his parents are not around." "Li Zi is such a good boy. He is so obedient and quiet, so unlike that naughty kid in my family." "Grandma Li Zi is so lucky to have such a trustworthy and good grandson. "It's time for Li Zi's parents to go back to the big city. Look, Li Zi is so obedient. Her parents must be very happy." Li Zi stood quietly on the muddy path in the field and watched her parents leave. , she tilted her head and stared at her shadow without speaking. Grandma pulled her back to the tile-roofed house.
At night, grandma hugged her and said, poor child, you must have been wronged. You can’t see your parents during the Chinese New Year. They came back and left this time, and Xiao Lizi didn’t cry. She didn't cry, but grandma cried. She let go and snored asleep after mumbling.
She jumped out of bed and put on her brand-new pink slippers, stamped her feet lightly, then kicked them off and put on the mended rubber slippers in the corner. She squinted her lips with satisfaction and ran out lightly holding the little bear that had lost its button eyes. She glanced back and saw her grandma snoring, turned around and ran out.
Li Zi stepped on it several times and finally succeeded in sitting on the small swing made of hemp rope and wooden boards. During the day, too many children came to compete with Li Zi for the small swing that belonged to her. She had to swing it late at night. She noticed that the bright, soft moon illuminated her dark shadow, and she immediately grinned. "Hey, your parents are here to see you, aren't you happy?" She shook it, and the branches creaked. "Plum, plum, plum, your name is not plum at all." Her sparse eyebrows were knitted together, without any smile. "Your name is obviously Baishuang Li, why do they keep praising plums? Why don't they praise Baishuang Li and don't care about Baishuang Li?" "Your grandma is really like this too. She cries all the time. Every time Those two people cried when they came, really!"
She suddenly jumped down, stood upright and kicked the ground. "You, you. Look at your neighbor holding those thieves on my swing every day. It's really annoying!" She stretched and yawned. "Bai Shuang Li, Li Zi, it's time for you all to go back to the small tiled house." She turned around and ran back to the house with a bang. Grandma babbled incoherently, Li Zi rolled her eyes, kicked off the old slippers that were about to split into two pieces, and climbed onto the bed softly. She stretched out her two small hands to tuck the quilt for her grandma who was snoring like thunder, covered herself with a small part of it and lay down. He murmured in his mouth: "Good night, Baishuang Li..."
The cricket chirped a few times in the night and fell asleep. Li Zi turned over and talked in his sleep: "Mom, Dad, I like that pair of slippers..." She and Her and Her Composition 7
"I have a cold, it's so bad. There are so many people who care about me, why am I missing only the one I miss the most? Why do you still insist on a phone call that lasts less than a minute when you are so sick that you can hardly speak? What's wrong with me? Are you too persistent?
As the sun sets in the west, after that beautiful moment, why don’t you take me away with you? Guide that leads the way, why don’t you stop turning and let me get lost in the desert of your memory? Someone was in my ear, telling me to wake up and stop being confused and wandering. I thought that person was you, and wanted to say thank you, but when I turned around, I found an unfamiliar smiling face. I still thanked her and asked her to leave indifferently. What I wanted was not her care. But, why hasn’t the care you wanted come so late? The coughing sounds continued one after another. I suppressed the feeling of nausea in my heart. I turned my head and looked out the window. I thought I would see your gentle eyes and charming smile, but I never thought that when I looked around, all I could see was It was pitch black. Suddenly I felt so lonely, lonely, and helpless.
At such times, I always instinctively think of her, a rude but gentle woman. She always comforted my heart with her simple words when I was lonely and helpless. Ten minutes of greetings, ten minutes of admonishment, ten minutes of simple brevity, have long been like the rising sun, melting the ice in my heart and giving me warmth. Her, I love her more and more; her, I want to rely on her more and more; her, I want her to be the only one left in my life. I love her, she is my mother, the indispensable dream flower in my life. I seemed to see her through the dark night with longing: sitting on the bedside, looking at the photo of me grinning, smiling, but my eyes were filled with tears. I knew that she missed me... the harsh ringtone My lingering thoughts were interrupted, and when I came back to my senses, I thought of her again. What should she be doing at this time? Reading, doing homework, or playing with your phone, thinking about who? Suddenly I understood how I could blame her. I said I was afraid that she would be worried and didn't tell her, but I wanted to get her care. If I didn't get it, I blamed her. Is it too harsh on her? I just liked talking to her so much, so I hung up the phone in a hurry without saying a word. Could it be that she didn't feel anything at all, or maybe she didn't care much?
"At least once in your life, you should forget yourself for someone. Don't ask for results, don't ask for peers, don't ask for what you have had, don't even ask for whether you have taken it seriously, just ask for my beautiful years. "In the morning, the light is very good, shining into my heart through the gap in the window, and the air is filled with a sweet feeling, and I say goodbye to those so-called sad and cool fingers. The temperature is starting to get warmer, and I think maybe spring is coming soon.
"I should keep this warmth and not care too much or complain too much. But, I really hope that we can be a little closer, even just a little bit. She is in a corner, you know? ? I heard that the nicotine in cigarettes can numb the nerves. I thought, maybe I should learn to smoke and let the smoke rings take away my sadness. But, what I smoke is not cigarettes, what I smoke is loneliness. Smoking is to avoid loneliness. Since smoking relieves loneliness, why do I still smoke? Why don’t I smoke, look at the cigarette, count my loneliness, and then give the cigarette to someone else, so that someone else can smoke my loneliness even more? Don't blame me for being bad. He's not handsome. No one loves him. Hehe, why do you think so much? I decided to just be my 5-year-old self. Make faces, be happy every day, there is that so and so singing in my ears. Two tigers, two tigers, running fast, running fast, one has no ears, one has no eyes, so strange, so strange... This is enough.