In ordinary study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which requires a complete text structure and must avoid the appearance of an endless composition. I believe that writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following are 9 junior three compositions I have compiled for you. Welcome to share them.
There are all kinds of people walking at the overlapping intersections. They turn different intersections and go back to their homes. Walking in the city at dusk, just before the sun set and the street lamps were still resting, I was shocked by the scenery in front of me-a sunset more common than any dusk.
at the moment of sunrise and sunset, there is no so-called difference.
I stand on my way home and enjoy the sunset every day. Different from the past, there was a mother and daughter under a red brick tile house not far away. The girl wore a plain clothes and her hair was splayed horizontally, which was in sharp contrast with the clumsy machine in her eyes. The girl turned her head and asked, "Mom, is the sun still there?" The girl's mother nodded dully before hastily saying, "Yes, still there." The girl stretched out her hands as if embracing the sunshine, trying her best to perceive the world with her skin, but just as the girl was fighting the tragedy cruelly,
the street lamp lit up without warning, and plunged into every corner of the city, forced by people and without mercy. The mother pulled the child, tears glistened in her eyes, fearing that her daughter would be discovered, and eagerly looked at the dying sunset, as if watching a buried person laughing, biting and frightening. It was already evening, and the girl was dragged into the crowd by her mother. The community that should have been lively was empty, and the air was so heavy that it choked my throat. I am still walking. "Bang-"sound cut through the dead air, and instantly turned into dead silence. I stopped to look back, and a book lay there, almost close to the sound of jumping down. I shook my head, picked up the book and headed for home.
if the reality is beautiful enough, you don't have to fall into delusion; Reality is never beautiful, but she has never hesitated, facing the absurd world. Maybe people have chased forever, but they don't know that those they chase are always as heavy as bubbles.
"Missing is always cut off by stubbornness." People around you sigh so much.
"It's the annual horse race again, and people come to choose their own good pony, hoping to get the first place in their hearts." The pony was also led out, but it was brought back soon. For few reasons, he lost the election.
Just now, Pony had a contest with other horses, but unfortunately, he was defeated. Pony was very angry. I am no different from other horses. I am very strong. The luster of the bun is as good as that of other horses. Why didn't you get picked? Pony also wants to gallop on the grassland, which makes him feel very distressed.
The pony paced back and forth dejectedly in the stable, and his campaign partner stepped out of the stable majestically, which made the pony even more ashamed. The next day, the pony was still listless. He only ate a little of the horse feed his master gave him, and lay in the shed all day with his ears drooping and motionless. Even the master thought he was going to die and even tried to kill him, he didn't have any spirit. Worried, the companion advised, "Pony, you were stubborn when you were a child, and you will try your best to finish everything. Even if you don't finish it, you won't feel lost, because you tried your best, and you tried your best. What's wrong with you now, you are depressed and listless without being selected?" This is not you. " There are still many opportunities, not this year, and next year, and other companions are also comforting.
The pony walked out of the stable, and the warm sunshine shone on the pony, showing a hint of gloom. The grass hung its head feebly, and the color of the flowers was even dimmed by the atmosphere at the moment. A man who has never been seen by the pony pulls the pony's reins, which makes the pony wary. This man seems to understand the pony's mood, holding a grain of sand in his hand and muttering to himself, "I am like looking for a pile of sand everywhere. This kind of sand is no different." Then he pulled down his jewelry and threw it into the sand, holding the sand in his hand and said, "But if you prove that you are different, you must make yourself stand out from it and prove that you are different from them." Then I took out the pearls on my jewelry, whispered a little, and walked into the distance.
All that was left was the pony holding the sand. With a scream, he stood up again and strode forward with high morale. Yes, I am ordinary. If I want to be extraordinary, I have to stand out from many horses and tell them that we are different.
since the second time, no matter who was awakened by a scream in the morning, it was arrogant and conceited. I challenged all the horses that I was different, and I wanted to surpass you.
There was a scream on the field, and after a lot of selection. Pony stands out, excited and nervous at this moment, with flames in his eyes, which is fearless arrogance.
that night, the pony stood alone on the grassland, looking at the perfect full moon in the sky and the breeze blowing. The bun swayed with the wind, and a loud laugh resounded through the sky. I was different. 3
Time flies, and many beautiful moments remain in my memory like silhouettes. And there is a silhouette that is indelible in my bones, which makes me understand the meaning of love: love is always around people, and sometimes, love is as simple as giving a helping hand.
I happened to be in the middle class that year, but I can look back on the past and still remember it vividly. Summer vacation, in midsummer, my mother and I led my mother's classmates to Gulangyu. Gulangyu has the beauty of bustling and lively, and the beauty of tranquility and elegance, which makes people linger. We walked in the busy streets and watched the scenery and places of interest in Gulangyu Island. We didn't have time to enjoy the scenery here, and there were new things that we had never seen before. In this way, we played more than half of Gulangyu like horses with boiling blood. As the sun sets, the sky gradually darkens, leaving only a flame-like sunset glow. Although the night is coming, there are still an endless stream of tourists coming here.
We were ready to leave for home, and the crowd rolled over like a wave. Before I could tighten my mother's hand, I was drowned by the crowd without a trace. Oh, my god My short body was drowned by the crowd. I tried to stand on tiptoe to see my mother's figure, but I couldn't see her, so I got separated from her and them. At this time, how much I hate my weakness, if not, I will certainly catch up with my mother.
I looked around nervously, and I was standing at a fork in the road. Oh, my god I must have forgotten to look at the almanac when I went out today, which way should I choose? At this time, my ears seemed to echo the teacher's words, "I am separated from my parents in a crowded place, so I must wait in the same place and don't walk around at will!" I am very obedient to stand in this position and wait for my mother to come back to me. Ten minutes, fifteen minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes ... Mom still didn't come, so I squatted down helplessly and cried aloud. The crying attracted passers-by, who looked at me curiously. Some people were smiling and pointing as if they were watching a good play. No, it was not as if they were watching my jokes! I suddenly felt desperate and buried my head helplessly.
At this moment, I was patted lightly on the shoulder. I looked up and saw a beautiful big sister with waist-long hair and a long skirt floating slightly. She stepped forward and asked me softly, "Little sister, are you lost with your mother?" I seemed to see the goddess of hope, so I stood up slowly, nodded and asked in a low voice, "Sister, can you borrow my mobile phone to call my mother?" "Of course!" Big sister readily agreed. I dialed the familiar number, and after my eldest sister told my mother the detailed address, she comforted me and waited patiently for my mother with me. After a while, my mother came in a hurry, thanked my big sister and thanked her, then watched her leave until she disappeared from sight, and then we started on our way home.
this is love, love from the heart, love without asking for anything in return, and I suddenly understand the meaning of love. That kind of beautiful love is engraved in my heart and will never disappear. Thank you, big sister! The third grade composition article 4
There is a book in the belly, which makes people shine < P >. She is as elegant as a classical beauty; She is as lovely as an elf, and only when I know her can I understand what it means to be "as beautiful as a orchid in temperament and as rich as a fairy in talent".
When I first met her, I was defeated by her talent. I fell in love with this charming girl at the first sight at a recent Chinese poetry conference. I still remember her flying flower order: "I am in the wild in July, I am in the house in August, I am indoors in September, and the crickets are under my bed in October", and I also remember her high praise from my opponents: "Xuanfu can still fear the afterlife, but her husband can't despise teenagers". There is even a description of her words: "Jiangnan has nothing, talk about giving a spring." She is lofty and elegant, does not dispute and does not grab, leaving the elegant temperament of the world of mortals blooming like a fairy who walks out of the mirror and does not eat human fireworks.
Beauty should take jade as the bone, snow as the skin, hibiscus as the face, willow as the posture, and more importantly, poetry as the heart. Elegant, gentle and generous, this is her in my mind. Pursuing the elegance of the soul, the ink is deeply immersed and refreshing.
From her, from her eyes, I enjoy all kinds of tenderness, and her innate temperament is particularly touching. It is her who makes me understand poetry, throws me into poetry, feels the unique style in poetry, and lets me meet poetry across thousands of years. I have to say, a generation of talented women
Maybe my interest in poetry comes from her-Wu Yishu, who takes birds as the voice, the moon as the god, Vitamin as the posture and autumn water as the posture. It's really good.
in recent days, the vegetation is gradually recovering, and the spring in the garden can't be shut up. It's a talented woman who lives up to the beautiful scenery, and Wu Yishu is 28 years old. Thank you, let me thoroughly remould oneself in poetry. The fragrance of the book is self-effacing. May all good things come to those who love classical poetry.
I once deeply hurt my mother's heart because I was young and ignorant, and because I was willful and selfish. But in that winter, I was surrounded by true feelings and feelings, regrets and remorse, and I couldn't tell the difference between warmth and cold. I finally understood my mother's heart ... < P > When I got home on Friday, my mother was washing the dishes. I was greatly surprised to see me. I put down my bowl and put my hand into my apron to dry it. I came up to help me put my schoolbag, and eagerly asked me about the situation at school: "Ah Lu, are you back?" Have you been praised by teachers at school? Are there any exams? How was the exam? ..... "I glanced at her grumpily and said," Mom, how old am I? How can the teacher praise me like a child? Can you stop asking these childish questions? " Mom said quickly, "Okay, okay. Then did you take the science exam? " "No ..." I said, and went straight to my friends to play. I didn't notice my mother standing awkwardly at all ...
When I was studying at night, I was too bored in my dormitory the other day, so I didn't dare to go to sleep, and my heart was particularly contradictory. I finally called my mother. After listening, my mother comforted me and said, "Never mind, don't be sad. I'll come if you have anything to say later." Soon, my mother did come. Wearing a helmet and a cotton-padded jacket, she hurried in and asked, "Ah Lu, what's wrong with you? I can't hear you clearly on the phone. What the hell happened? "I threw myself into my mother's arms and said," Mom, I want to go home and sleep. "My mother was very distressed when she saw me like this. She took me to see the teacher and explained the reason, so she took me by the hand and took me to the motorcycle. Mom saw that I didn't wear my helmet, so she immediately took off my helmet and said, "I will be covered when I drive." I said I wasn't cold, but my mother insisted that I take it, so I agreed. I huddled in my mother's cotton-padded jacket, and I didn't feel cold at all, and my whole body was warm ... Later, I heard from my brother that my mother had worked overtime the day before, and she had fallen asleep that night. After being awakened by the phone, I got dressed and came here without socks. I was really moved in my heart, and I remembered my mother's kindness to me before, and my mother's nagging. It turned out that my mother loved me so much, but I still blamed her and hurt her willfully ... I was really good or bad, so I didn't understand my mother, and I also hurt my mother's heart ... But my mother still loved me as always and helped me desperately when I was in trouble ... My heart was full of warmth, such as a hard feeling. I must repay this maternal love! Then it occurred to me that it was my mother's birthday in a few days. A good idea came to me ...
On my mother's birthday, I took out all my savings and counted them. I have 23 yuan. I have decided to buy a pair of sports shoes, because my mother always wants a pair of sports shoes, but she is reluctant to buy them. Holding the money, I imagined my mother's happiness after receiving the money. I seemed to see my mother wearing those shoes, coming to me with excitement, and the wind was blowing at my feet ... < P > I know this, but at least it expressed my heart, which means that I will cherish my mother's love in the future, cherish her tenderness like water, ease like clouds, and be everywhere like air. Time is always a familiar and unfamiliar term. I often meditate on its profound meaning and try to understand the depth of time.
is time the change you see?
yes, parents have wrinkles on their foreheads, and their black hair is mixed with silver silk; It's time for the barren land to become high-rise buildings everywhere and the technology used to wear it to flourish.
it's as peaceful as running water, and it's as pure and clear as the sky. In the long journey of life, it always drips away without trace and changes something earth-shaking.
When I was a child, I touched the computer keys randomly, which caused all the programs downloaded by the computer to fall short. I was at a loss. I didn't say anything in front of my father. I just rubbed my hands unnaturally, and my eyes wandered around. No matter what my father asked, I answered with silence. After all, the paper didn't wrap the fire, and the words on the computer screen had changed color, so my father could tell at a glance.
Dad asked me, but I still didn't say anything, and the impulse to cry was suppressed in my throat by fear. In fact, I have nothing to cry about, which is obviously my fault. It's just that my childish luck of not being scolded for making mistakes was brutally defeated by reality and I felt lost.
after listening to some scolding, I didn't say a word. I ran into the bedroom and locked the door. I collapsed feebly on the ground, my back clung to the door, and I looked up, but my tears didn't flow back and overflowed my eyes ... < P > At that time, I was pondering: Is it really useful to escape? Will it change anything?
when I grew up, my neighbor's children and I accidentally broke my newly bought mosquito net when we were playing at home, and the support frame in one corner of the mosquito net had been broken. I saw her face froze in an instant, and then looked at me with eyes for help. I was at a loss, and I just wanted to tell my mother at once, but it was hard to say that she did it. She rushed out of the room without saying anything. I followed closely, only to see her stop in front of my mother, and then said in a trembling voice, "Aunt, I didn't make the mosquito net."
I froze in place and looked at her transfixed. Her face was stiff and her eyes were blank, but she shirked her responsibility.