In our daily study, work or life, everyone has come into contact with composition more or less. Through composition, we can gather our scattered thoughts together. I believe many people will find it difficult to write essays. Below are 8 essays for the first year of high school that I have collected and compiled. They are for reference only. Let’s take a look. Composition for the first year of high school 1
The sky was getting gloomier little by little, and the night gradually enveloped the entire sky like a big net. I boarded the train to a different place. I looked in front of me in the car. Everything, looking at the setting sun disappearing on the horizon little by little, I have a lot of thoughts at this moment...
The train drove into the distance little by little, and the scenery in my hometown left me step by step. There are thousands of reluctances in my heart, but there is nothing I can do. I wish I could stay in my hometown all the time, but is it possible? People always have to move forward and cannot stay where they are. From this point of view, leaving our hometown is a process that we will definitely go through in our lives, but we just have to go through it earlier now.
After jumping off the train and looking at the crowds of people coming and going, I began to feel at a loss, and for a moment I didn’t know the direction I was going. I dragged my suitcase and walked with heavy steps on this busy street. I seemed to be able to predict that my future was bleak. There was no one to turn to in this unfamiliar environment. At this time, I really wish my relatives were there. However, I know it won't happen. I am in a different place and can only rely on myself.
When night falls, the feeling of helplessness creeps into my heart again. Lying on the bed, watching the moon climb up the mountain step by step, all I could think about was my hometown. At this moment, I could already understand Li Bai's mood of "looking up at the bright moon, bowing down to miss my hometown". Looking at the bright moon, my longing for my hometown has increased. Do people in my hometown look at the same bright moon as me? But why is the moon here not as beautiful as the moon in my hometown? Maybe the moon is the same, but the mood of the person looking at the moon is different. I closed my eyes and imagined the people and scenery of my hometown, and a stream of acid was about to spurt out of my eyes. Maybe only when I lose it can I know how to cherish it; only when I leave my hometown can I know the beauty of my hometown. I should cheer up. Now that I have left, I will no longer retreat. The only solution now is to move forward bravely. With this thought, I gradually fell asleep.
When the first ray of light entered the room in the morning, I knew very well that this was a new beginning. I packed my bags and walked into the street again. At this moment, I was moving forward with purpose, not A grain of sand, not knowing the way forward. I entered the university campus, sat in class, looked out the window, watched the birds flying south, and reminded myself that everything started again.
In the distance, time cannot keep us. We are slowly approaching the future by taking steps in the distance. Grade 1 Composition Part 2
Gradually, the epidemic situation improved, and factories and stores opened one after another. However, safety issues were still open to question, so the town organized a group of volunteers to inspect.
So, on the empty streets, there are always a few green figures walking through the streets and alleys, seeming so fearless.
At first, I didn’t care, until that rainy day, a rainy day full of hope.
The weather in spring is changeable, sometimes sunny, sometimes rainy, sometimes overcast, sometimes cloudy. When I got up in the morning, I took advantage of the bright spring light and took a walk in the alley. I admired the spring-filled tree in front of my neighbor's house, the green buds that had sprouted on the branches, and those tenacious lives. At noon, the sky was already pitch black.
Leaning on the window sill, looking at the dark sky, I sighed. After a while, the raindrops fell, as if they had been planned, and they became heavier and heavier.
Suddenly, a few green figures broke into my sight. The sudden rain caught them off guard, so they had to run in the rain, holding the form tightly in their arms, and ran towards my house.
They were getting closer and closer. If you look closely, you will see that they are all high-spirited young men. Although there is rain on the broken hair on their foreheads, the corners of their clothes, and the legs of their trousers, their eyes are clear. Several of them have clear eyes. The laughter and laughter immediately dispelled a bit of the rainy depression, and seemed to bring vitality and new hope.
They politely called Dad away and cooperated to inspect the factory, so I went to join in the fun.
On the way, they didn’t talk much and listened carefully to their father’s introduction of safety measures. When we arrived at the factory, we immediately separated for inspection. They are so attentive, walking around every corner, and do not mind the oil and dust in the factory. They carefully check it to ensure that there are no safety hazards.
After checking, he took out the forms from his arms. There is not a drop of watermark on the form, it is clean! I stood at the back and saw the person at the front, slightly tiptoeing, pointing at each item on the watch, explaining it to my father in detail, but raising his hands very high to prevent his wet sleeves from touching. Wet form. Perhaps he was tired, and the figure was swaying a little, but it still stood tall.
After a long time, they told us that we were safe, and then left laughing, but the sound of hip-hop lingered for a long time.
Not far away, the green figures were once again surrounded by rain, still holding the forms tightly in their arms. Those figures were not tall and looked extremely small in the wind and rain. The rain penetrated their already soaked hair, and in their clothes, I seemed to see them shivering. There was a hint of sourness in my eyes. How can anything be safe? It's just a group of children who have grown up and run around in the rain with sincere hearts to serve! How can there be any quiet time? They are just a group of brave children carrying the grass, the eagles flying and the breeze and the bright moon on their young shoulders!
Inadvertently, I saw the tree with new buds again, which was new life. They are also new shoots in the rain, a touch of spring in the epidemic. They are full of spring. Although they are small, they still stand firm.
I walked out of the door, picked up my umbrella, ran to them, and handed the umbrella to them. They still didn't speak, and took the umbrella with a smile. There is a breath of spring in their smiles. Although there is wind and rain everywhere, there are still people running in the rain; despite the epidemic, there are still sprouts and growth; even though the epidemic is in the spotlight, there are still people who silently contribute. Everything is the breath of spring and the hope of life.
The green figure gradually disappeared in the rain, but a new bud grew in my heart.
Let me use the water of hope to water the new shoots! Composition 3 for the first year of high school
I leaned on the railing, with the blue sky above my head, bathed in the sunshine, and looked up at the blue sky...
In the distance, the green mountains are rolling and green, and the layers of The light clouds and mist make the whole mountain look fainter, and the greenery relaxes and stretches freely under the caress of the sun. At first glance, it is a pure green natural barrier, guarding the kind people at the foot of the mountain. When you look closer, you feel its magic and beauty even more, which is beyond description in words. The deep and shallow green, disappearing and appearing, is like ribbons surrounding the green hills, more like the decorations on the ladies' clothes full of ancient charm, which is really the icing on the cake.
The mountains a little further away are hazy, making people feel like they are in a fairyland. Even closer, you seem to be able to see the winding path on the mountain extending from the bottom of the mountain to the mountainside. Walking down the mountain road, we came to the small mountain village at the foot of the mountain. Over the decades, these buildings have also changed dramatically. But I believe that no matter how the building changes, people's hearts remain unchanged and they stick to kindness. Nurtured by the mountains, they are as simple, natural, tolerant and generous as the mountains. It is the mountains that have created them!
At the edge of the village is a row of tall trees. I can’t remember how many years ago, but in my memory they were always like staunch soldiers guarding the hope in their hearts.
Even closer, there is an endless field. Seen from a distance, they look more like pieces of brilliant cloth, red, yellow, green and all kinds, bringing pleasure to your eyes. Occasionally, there will be a few farmers walking on the path with hoes on their backs, a few farmers plowing the fields, and some women carrying vegetable baskets to pick fresh fruits and vegetables. The energetic children are running and laughing in the fields. That is the real vitality and vitality! Walking on the field paths and looking at the crops everywhere, I feel a sense of pride in my heart.
It seems that it will never come to an end, and it seems that if you are not careful, you will fall into a dreamy mood. The shadows of trees, in front of flowers and under the moon, or around a corner may be places where talented people and beautiful ladies meet.
Before the Three Lanes and Seven Alleys were renovated, when walking on the quiet bluestone road, there was a framed line of blue sky above your head, and the strong bookish atmosphere of the Three Lanes and Seven Alleys stretched infinitely to the horizon. . Just walk into an unknown alley, but there are so many famous people hidden there. This small place with a radius of only 440,000 square meters is just a small dot when viewed from the sky, but it has produced 150 Jinshi and about 300 people. Literati and poets met at the Guanglu Yin Platform. Poetic and talented women packed poems in bamboo tubes to consult with each other. Lin Zexu put a crane here, the young Lin Shu once lived here, and the literary grandmother Bing Xin also studied here. Yan Fu, Shen Baozhen, Lin Juemin, these famous figures all experienced the authentic Fuzhou atmosphere in this small pocket treasure box.
The small houses are close together, with blue tiles and white walls. During the rainy season, the continuous rain tickles the small houses. The small trees in front of and behind the yard, either lilac or jasmine, laughed and screamed along with the sound of the wind. I don’t know how many years it has been washed away, the wall is glowing with yellow, and the bluestone road has been worn smooth by footsteps; I don’t know how many times the plum rain has come, but the three lanes and seven lanes in my memory are still like fine wine, getting better and better. fragrant.
I’m afraid I didn’t understand that much when I was a child. All I remember is the dim street lights at night. The orange street lights radiated warmth, and the light-loving insects flapped their green wings up and down. The alley is deep, but there is no longer the sound of reading a hundred years ago, and there are no scholars full of economics and melancholy. Instead, there is more the sound of mahjong, the hustle and bustle of small restaurants, and more of the atmosphere of the market. After dinner, the daughters-in-law of two neighbors were washing dishes in the common sink and chatting about home affairs. The flowers and plants planted in the yard enjoyed the caress of the cool night breeze. The moonlight shined through the ancient patio on a small square of bluestone... ...it seems like time has really stood still. In this way, day after day, year after year, it is the same life at any time, leisurely and comfortable. Looking up, I saw only a few diamond-like stars in the dark blue sky.
A small and exquisite pocket treasure box contains the sun, moon and stars, and the rich fragrance of ink and books. It gathers the essence of the sun and the moon, and is completely natural. The crisp sound of heels hitting the stone slabs, the spring breeze blowing birds and bringing grass seeds. From the small alley, you can see the busy traffic on the street. Do the people in the small houses remember the past and accompany Sanfang? Qixiang grows old together. Composition for the first year of high school 5
A few days ago, I accidentally met a primary school classmate whom I hadn’t seen for a long time in a street shop. We shared a table and talked about a lot of new things. Later, she asked me if I still remembered. I said of course the house with red brick walls where I lived when I was a child. It is a memory of my childhood and I will certainly never forget it. I spent my six years in elementary school in a four-story red brick house near the school. This dilapidated little house was filled with love and memories.
When I was a kid, I and a few friends would run to the palm-sized square in the community to play wildly as soon as school was over. How crazy was it? Even if my mother didn’t call me in the square, I would never do it. The kind that goes home. In fact, thinking about it later, if I had restrained myself a little when I was a child, I might have become a gentle lady now, and I would live up to the warm soil and water of Jiangnan! But I don’t regret my naughty and willful childhood at all, because it is those experiences that enable me to grow better. In the summer, I like to go downstairs with my friends and sit and play games. We sit on the dirty lawn downstairs. In order to prevent us from soiling our clothes, my mother specially found some old sheets for us. We used it as a "carpet", and because of the humidity, several patches of green moss grew on the wall. At that time, a friend lied to us and told us that we must not touch the moss, as it would be contagious, so I would deliberately stay away from the moss for fear of getting it. Get on it and become a "moss man"! It wasn’t until I grew up that I realized this “rumor” was false. I was really touched by my original innocence!
Various memories of my childhood became blurry as I moved later.
I have always wanted to go to that dilapidated community again and take another look at the mossy red brick wall. Finally, during this summer vacation, because the house was to be demolished, I had the opportunity to come here with my parents. While my parents were talking, I walked alone to the house where I had lived. I saw that moss had quietly climbed up the mottled wall. Time had carved it into beautiful wrinkles. There was no one in the building anymore. Living, the surroundings are very quiet, even the spider is sparing no effort in weaving its beautiful dream in the corner. I tried my best to search through my memory, hoping to find some remnants to make my memories richer. But I found nothing and couldn't remember anything.
I don’t know if this is a gift given to me by the red brick wall. It hopes that I will no longer miss the past, because I am always very emotional and always get myself confused by memories for several days. This is not good. This reminds me of something someone once said. She said: "Time can always eliminate some sudden things bit by bit, and then scatter them in the world like a goddess scattering flowers, so that everything becomes better." You have to let nature take its course. "Yes, I have been away for five years, and everyone has been away for such a long time. They are all continuing to move forward and continue to work hard. Why should I keep falling into memories? Later, when I was leaving, I sat in the car and the building was right behind me, but even though my eyes were covered with moisture, I never looked back to look at it again. Composition for the first year of high school, Chapter 6
After several spring breezes, several storms. Family history is a profound silhouette accumulated in hearsay and hearsay from generation to generation: it is clear enough to look back on, but also hazy and difficult to trace. The rich family is removed, the fragrance of ink sinks, the inheritance and integration, what can I say about the family history?
The beauty of ink and poetry is called home
A hundred years ago, my ancestor’s family was a scholarly family in the village, and he was a famous scholar from all over the country. He was determined to become famous and became a scholar in his thirties. He went to Beijing to take the imperial examination, but was blocked by the surging Yellow River. My ancestor was waiting for a boat to pass by. Unexpectedly, there was a flood in the area and there was no boat for twenty days. So my ancestor took a photo by the Yellow River and then rode his horse back east. After returning home, he put aside his desire for fame and set up a private school in the autumn fields during a certain season when the wheat was ripe, euphemistically calling it the Maixiang Society. My ancestor was the private school teacher. He recruited many peasant children in the village to learn calligraphy and essays here - there were very few repairs, and almost none during droughts and natural disasters. Day after day, in the private school, the sun shines brightly in the morning and the clouds shine in the evening. This splendid family history volume has slowly unfolded since then.
According to legend, the ancestor was a gentle and generous teacher who devoted himself to preaching, receiving karma, and solving doubts. My ancestors intended to educate people. He was considerate of his disciples from poor families and often invited them to eat at his home. In my imagination, my ancestor must have been eloquent and eloquent when giving lectures, with the demeanor of a gentleman. Three thousand fields of peaches and plums are sown in spring, and China is full of fruits in autumn. Many of the disciples of our ancestors have achieved success in their studies and traveled to all corners of the country. Today, most of his descendants are role models.
In naming, he also quoted scriptures. His children were named Chun, Ran, Qingmei and Qinglian.
My ancestors have mastered the acclaimed calligraphy skills. During festivals and festivals, there is an endless stream of people who come to him to write couplets. Cut the big red paper, unfold it and lay it out; choose the brush, "point", "round", "even" and "strong" are the four virtues of the brush; grind the ink, press it hard and push it lightly... Our ancestors danced with ink, and it often took a whole afternoon to write a couplet. , but my ancestors never received any payment. The village is full of ancestors' red and black characters, with dragons and phoenixes dancing in the air. To this day, my uncle sometimes writes couplets for others, also for free.
Helping others without asking for anything is good.
My ancestor’s wife, my grandmother, is a very kind-hearted person. When she saw someone's family was in trouble, she would secretly stuff buns and vegetables into their basket while working in the fields, and then leave quietly. She never wanted to let others know about her good deeds, she just wanted hungry people to fill their bellies and live well.
At that time, there was a Sophora japonica tree in my ancestor’s courtyard. Sometimes people who had no money to eat would steal their Sophora japonica trees and eat them. Sometimes when the old grandmother sees it, she will hide aside so as not to surprise them and let them pick without worry.
From then on, the old grandmother watered the Sophora japonica tree more carefully, hoping that it would bloom more flowers. Sometimes she even picked the Sophora japonica trees and put them on the ground, waiting for those people to pick them up. Later, those people rarely came to get it again. The old grandmother sensed evil with kindness, and her kindness penetrated the stone with drops of water, and influenced the impoverished people's reckless impulse.
For weddings and funerals in the village, the old grandmother always gives some money. Seeing that the dogs in the village were so hungry that they were skin and bones, the old grandmother took food to feed them every day, without exception. When she sees a child with unkempt hair and bare feet walking in the mud, she will take the child home to wash his hands, face and hair. People in the village say that the old grandmother has the kindest heart. Yes, the villagers see this kind of help without asking for anything; the villagers are grateful for this piece of true kindness.
The present day of Men Xiede’s passing
After liberation, the brigade had to divide each family into elements. My ancestor's family was classified as middle peasants. In fact, although my ancestor's family was a wealthy family, it had very little land. At that time, people persuaded him to find one of his former disciples and change his status to a poor peasant. But the ancestors said that things should be done as they should be, and people should not be opportunistic. In the end there was no change.
Later, the brigade removed the red door from the ancestor’s house, and the red door was placed in the production team. The ancestors had no complaints, still educated people and taught things, silently being that great teacher, great and ordinary at the same time. My grandmother had no complaints and still cared about people in difficulty, silently following her inner kindness and most primitive compassion. The deeds of our ancestors and grandmothers have been melted and diffused in the ties of blood, moistening things silently, like the breeze and the sweet rain, educating us as gentlemen whose works are full of ink and poetry, the true kindness of helping others without asking, and remembering the oral tradition history, inheriting the virtues of our fathers.
The red gate faces the wind, and the rays of sunlight are scarce; the wheat is abundant and the stems are pressed, and the autumn fields are fragrant. The accumulation of ink and good deeds is called family, and the accumulation of ink and good deeds over the years is called history. The ink and the best goodness accumulated over the years are called family history. Family history is built up through hearsay and hearsay from generation to generation, building up and building up. Family history, pass it on and do it. From inheritance to inheritance, the family history remains unfinished... Composition 7 for the first year of high school
I received a power outage notice from the property, saying that due to repairs, the use of the elevator may also be affected, but the time will not last long, let everyone They all told each other.
I remembered something our teacher told me in class about a power outage in their community during a typhoon.
The teacher is a short, bald, middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. Although he does not look particularly tall, rich and handsome, his class is very interesting. Because he was used to chatting about some small life topics when the students started to feel a little distracted, and brought everyone's attention back. Amidst the laughter, the classroom atmosphere became much more lively.
What the teacher said that time was that during a typhoon, that area of ??their home was particularly affected. Not only was there water in the basement, but there was a water and power outage, and even the elevator could not be used. It would be okay if this only stopped for one day. After all, every family has some food stocks. There is no electricity, so they use gas, but there is not enough water. Not only eating and drinking, but also using the toilet. Over time, many people are not only troubled by food, but also by lack of water.
Some residents on lower floors can climb the stairs to buy some daily necessities nearby, or carry a few large bottles of mineral water. But for residents on high floors, going downstairs is fine, but going upstairs is a bit difficult. .
The teacher’s family seems to live on the 20th floor. When he mentioned this, he couldn’t help but smile bitterly and said that the scenery is usually good and the field of vision is wide at high floors, but that time carrying mineral water bottles upstairs was really difficult. I was so tired that I didn’t even know how many times I stopped along the way.
At that time, everyone also laughed with the teacher. Some sympathized, some found it interesting, some expressed understanding, and some thought about buying a house in the future.
Through this incident, the teacher also told us that everything has multiple factors, and we must learn to consider problems from multiple perspectives. He is really a teacher who is very good at teaching according to the aptitude.
Composition Chapter 8 for the first year of high school
I think of today in the school hall, reminiscing about the footsteps of history, imagining the splendor of famous people and monuments, describing their appearance one by one, and their ignorant faces are always filled with Covered in doubts, colorful chalks pieced together my unsolved problems. The noise of big cities always hindered the path of exploration. Ignorant children always fantasized about success and fame for nothing. The world seems to be missing something - exploration makes people develop!
You are not destined to fail in this world. You have your pursuits, your explorations, and your constant thinking about meeting the needs of future generations, which is why you have left so much for us. I know you are not an animal that is afraid of well ropes for ten years after being bitten by a snake once - Edison!
When I was a child, my dream was about the farther sky. Little did I know what was carrying me to fly. They may be sung by the world, or forgotten by history, but the pace of exploration will never stop. Their The credit will never be lost. The development of future generations will follow their footsteps. The palace of history displays their playthings - the Haier brothers!
Yes, maybe everyone loves beauty, but what about you? You can give up your own skin for the collision of elements and for a better life for future generations. As an ordinary person, I can never do it. You live a beautiful life - Madame Curie!
Exploration makes people develop and everything in the world changes into new forms. They study astronomy and geography, and they advocate a scientific and technological future. We cannot follow history, we need to rewrite the future, because this world seems to be still Something is missing - exploration makes people develop!
If you only look back blindly, but fail to see the road ahead, you will only see the dusk of sunset, but not the rising sun.