No matter in study, work or life, everyone has written a composition, and you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Composition is a narrative method to express a theme through words. You have no clue when you write a composition? The following is my composition for Grade One in Time Senior High School. Welcome to read and collect it. 1

Sitting alone in front of the window, lonely people enjoy the loneliness they have never had before. Outside the window, the breeze calms the mind, the sky is blue, and occasionally leaves fall back to their roots, flying out of the infinite prosperity of the season, writing, people can not help but think of those light-colored times exiled in memory.

Looking back at the first meeting

Spring comes so suddenly, like a stumble, and we fall into the boundless spring scenery. It seems that a spring breeze is carried between butterfly wings, blowing through my heart. The air is filled with a warm smile, a gentle gaze and a friendly greeting. Let's become close friends and talk about everything with each other. We laughed, cried, and made trouble, and we were warm and moved by each other.

It's the season of parting in a blink of an eye, and we say goodbye so simply. Parting thoughts are tightly entangled, and the scenery outside the window goes backwards in time. Perhaps, collecting friendship is nothing more than a tearful look back, and it is hard to be moved when it hurts. Ignored because of the relatively eternal existence, but also recalled because of the relative distance.

lingering and loving

A few bright rays of moonlight jumped out of the window and left them on the test paper that was not closed in the daytime. I racked my brains, but I couldn't figure out why. There was a gentle knock at the door, and my mother came in with a cup of hot milk and put it on my desk. I was stunned and looked at her subconsciously. She smiled and said, "Calm down and think about it. Mom made a cup of milk for you to warm up." That unpretentious sentence easily touched my heartstrings. A warm current overflows all over my body, and love, like vines, creeps up my heart quietly and grows with great vitality.

I am a restless person. I never dare to stay in the same place for too long. My parents will not stop me or complain. They just follow my footsteps silently and encourage me to take every step with a quiet but nourishing love.

chasing dreams, fleeting time

The purple-blue curtains were raised by the cool breeze, which made my dizzy head wake up from some exposure. I thought about being reborn after the exam, but then I had to face the report card. I didn't know whether I should be excited or sad. The older you are, the less people will force you to do what you want and not do what you don't want. You have already made a choice between "don't pay" and "don't get", and there is nothing to complain about. I have been running in the field of hope, although I am occasionally tripped by disappointment.

the dream is really heavy, like raindrops covered with those years. Growth is made hour by hour. Youth is too short to regret. If it is not the end, please keep smiling. Silently cherish the selfless youth, because it is the best commemoration of growth.

collect the lost leaves, together with the sigh of friendship, the warmth of family, the persistence of dreams and the retrospection of time. Whose scissors cut out the light time in life? Memories treasured in our hearts will never die. 2

When the bell rings, we begin to cheer in our hearts. When the teacher walks out of the classroom, we begin to cheer in our behavior.

At once, the whole class, like billiards, dispersed immediately after a light touch, forming a small chat area.

It's always the most enjoyable time for the students, but-

"No, it seems that the next class will be written in English. The teacher said it last night. "

"what seems to be, at all."

"God, I didn't memorize my homework last night. It's terrible."

In an instant, a burst of footsteps, a crash of tables and chairs and the curses of classmates formed a unique song of generosity and dying.

After a while, the classroom, which used to be like boiling water and gossiping all over the sky, was filled with the sound of turning over books and reading, and another cramming song was formed.

At this time, the class is particularly United, and the division of labor is quite clear. Those who have finished reciting last night are cheering for those who have not finished reciting, or discussing with those who have not finished reciting how to cheat and what benefits they will receive after being helped; If you don't finish reciting and don't want to rely on others, you will concentrate on reciting, or several people will form a temporary group to recite each other; People who have no hope at all and are not prepared to be silent are the most idle people at this moment. Do they harass those who have finished reciting and those who have not finished reciting, and take pleasure in it? Others act as reporters to keep an eye on the "enemy"-whether the English teacher is close or not. It looks like a spy watching someone on TV, and it is simply the material of being a spy.

"The English teacher is here."

"God, so soon, Lord, kill me."

suddenly, there was a wail in the classroom.

"haha, I lied to you." A voice of batting practice came out.

instead of wailing, people beat their voices and swore. Then, there was another burst of cramming with one's head buried in hard work.

after n times.

"The English teacher is here."

"Who are you kidding? You really think we are idiots."

"don't believe him."

"Right."

"I didn't lie to you, but I really came."

"Oh, my God, it's really coming."

"god, take me away."

then, there was another wailing.

the sound lasted for a long time, and the sorrow turned to a long time, until the moment when the teacher came in.

this is our "beautiful" recess. On New Year's Eve, fireworks bloomed brilliantly in the sky. Finally, it's New Year's Eve. My aunt's family, who is far away from home, also came back to gather with our whole family in that old and simple house to celebrate the New Year together. It was my warmest time.

of course, firecrackers and fireworks are indispensable for the Chinese New Year. My aunt brought many flowers and firecrackers from Tianjin. This made my little cousin and I very happy. We both lit firecrackers. That noise is deafening and exciting. The next program is fireworks. Dancing back and forth with lit fireworks, and bringing fireworks close to each other from time to time to scare him. He was not afraid, but easily avoided the fireworks and chased me everywhere with fireworks. Our laughter was all over the yard. The old people looked at us and laughed their heads off, from ear to ear. We also chased each other selflessly, enjoying a carefree and warm time. As dusk fell, my cousin and I were tired, so we climbed onto the roof to see the stars. The stars in the night sky are very bright, dotted in this dark night sky. Brilliant fireworks bloomed in the air, and the bright moon shed bright moonlight, illuminating the river and road in front of the door, as if pointing out the way for those who were in a hurry to go home. It was really the warmest time.

the aroma from the kitchen made my stomach growl. I climbed down the roof and ran straight into the kitchen. What I saw was a series of rich dishes, which made people drool. I went to my mother's side and saw that she put the marinated pork belly in the pot, and then covered the pot. At this time, the potatoes and vermicelli were prepared and put in after being cooked, and some soy sauce and chicken essence were added, which made people more hungry. At this time, my cousin saw that I couldn't stop swallowing, so he came to tease me: "What's the matter? Are you hungry? Be careful after a while. Don't let me eat all these delicious foods. " Hearing this, I clenched my fist and pretended to hit him, but as if nothing had happened, he said to me, "Save your strength, Xia, it's time to eat soon, so get ready to wash your hands and eat." At that time, I was a little confused, and this person really made people love and hate.

At last, all the dishes were served, but I didn't expect a grand finale, a big rice cake. It is decorated with red dates and raisins, and the white dough exudes an attractive aroma. I can't wait for my mother to cut a piece and put it in my mouth. The taste is really memorable. Our family gathered around the steaming dinner table, the glasses of the adults collided with each other, my cousin and I were wolfing down, and the family was laughing and enjoying the family happiness. This was really the warmest time.

The road of life is full of ups and downs, but when you reminisce about your own road of life, you will taste a little warm sweetness. Perhaps this is the true meaning of life. Recall the time and recall that warm time. Time is high, composition 4

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly. Unconsciously, I have grown up, and the prosperity of this world has lost my eyes, but looking back, I still miss that warm time.

I spent my childhood in my hometown, which is beautiful and picturesque. Even though I am a little poor, it is a warm and happy place for me.

here, the most enjoyable thing is to recruit a group of friends and chirp up the mountain to find wild fruits to eat. I always can't find those little guys, and every time I walk down the hill, there are only a few pieces of fruit in my trouser pocket. But this didn't affect my interest at all. When I got home, I washed the fruit with cold water. The green fruit is lined with glittering and translucent water drops, and it looks very delicious in the sun. I shook the water drops on my hands and couldn't wait to pick up a few and put them in my mouth. Sweet and sour juice is filled with green fruit fragrance in my mouth, which always makes my little heart beat happily, warm and happy.

But what I like most is listening to my grandfather telling strange stories. Whenever the night comes and I have a crazy day, after dinner, I will lie comfortably on the cool chair under the grape trellis. Grandpa sits beside me with a smile, and the wrinkles on his dark face twist into strange pictures, which always makes me laugh. Grandpa smiled and touched his beard, and his old hoarse voice was full of love and said, "Little X, where was it last time?" Grandpa can't remember again. "I shook my head helplessly and told him loudly the end of the last time. Grandpa smiled, "very good! Touching my head again, the voice gradually sounded after time washed away. I was deeply fascinated by the story full of strange colors, and the warm tide surged in my heart and washed my heart over and over again.

At this time, the melodious cicada chirping is rippling in the sky with the crisp frog chirping, and the silver stars twinkle through the dark green leaves. The breeze rises, and the fragrance of the earth fills my nose. Grandpa Cang's hoarse voice gradually blurred, urging me to sleep. I close my eyes sweetly to welcome a beautiful tomorrow.

I am now, I am lost in the prosperity. Every time I recall this moment. The impetuous ripples in my heart gradually subsided, and the warm feeling was like the wind, quietly blowing through my heart, dragging my thoughts to my childhood in the old days. The emotion of missing comes up, and the green fruit, the old story and the dumb voice can't stop coming to mind.

time is like a sword, and the sun and the moon fly. I can't help but miss that warm time. Composition 5

I remember that when I first came to the group of 263, I was very strange. Looking at the news records of my classmates one by one, I lost my mind, some were funny, some were serious, but I couldn't type a word when I looked at it. I didn't know what to say. It was strange to 263 and everyone.

It seems that I always don't want to talk out of the precaution of making friends online. Later, I suddenly saw the topic I was interested in, so I threw myself into your chat and found that everyone was so approachable and enthusiastic. You can always answer my questions patiently when you can't. So the layer of vigilance in my heart has long since disappeared, and it is also because your enthusiasm has diluted my strangeness. Fortunately, I have met many brothers and sisters in this group. I like Grandpa Wenchang, Brother Huang, Sister Heng and Sister Su very much. Although they are ordinary and ordinary, they give me different warmth and enthusiasm.

My first impression of Brother Huang is that he is very smart. He has a high academic background and always answers difficult questions for his classmates. He is also a very funny person. I also ask him questions and always answer them patiently. He is also a good writer. I really like reading your articles.

I like Grandpa Wenchang very much, too. Because of one thing, he quit the group, and I am reluctant to part with it. He is also a very good person. Although he is not very special, he makes us happy in his own way. It's quite sad to see your article. I hope you can come back to our big family after you calm down ~

Where's my sister! Listen to the name is very beautiful, I think it should be a big beauty! I remember when I first came, I added her. I didn't know how to contribute. She taught me to contribute step by step. No matter what questions I asked, I always answered them patiently. She is also a very nice person, and I like her very much.

Sister Su is also a real beauty. Looking at her head, McDull should be a lovely beauty. She is also a very enthusiastic administrator, enjoys chatting with her, and is also a very just person.

Really, it's good to have you in 263! Although I only know you on the internet, I can see from your words that everyone is very good, just like the morning sunshine, which warms me and encourages me!

Although you are ordinary, everyone is very practical and enthusiastic. Your enthusiasm has infected me, made me more familiar with your strangeness, liked this website more and more, and liked lovely people more and more ~

I think we can stay together for a long time, and you will always be there, giving everyone warmth and encouragement. Thank you, thank you for having this website, hope! Time is not old, we will not leave. Time senior one composition 6

Leaning against the big tree in the corner of the park, tears fell from the corner of my eyes, hiding my face and crying, which was extremely decadent. The sunshine flowed away from my fingertips, which was the warmth beyond my reach ...

I ran wildly in the street, and before I knew it, my eyes turned into a vast sea. Stepping on the soft beach mulberry leaves footprints ...

I'm not who I used to be, but I've grown up now, and the only thing that remains unchanged is simplicity and innocence ...

Turning to look at the footprints left behind, I remember myself when I was young ...

When I was young, my tender little hand, holding a brush, scribbled, nodded with alacrity, and wowed like a scholar and artist.

When I was young, I liked to secretly hold my mother's high heels, wear a little skirt that my mother bought for me, Pose in front of a big floor-to-ceiling mirror and turn around.

I still remember when I was twelve years old, when we were young and frivolous. Every night after computer training, I always push my car to the playground with my friends to have our own racing competition!

In this way, time flies, and I walk in the fading room ...

When I step into junior high school, adolescence will follow. We gradually became ignorant ... The soft girlish feelings began to beat our hearts ... < P > I cried, laughed and hurt; Pain, happiness ... Two hands together.