In daily study, work or life, everyone must have been exposed to writing. Writing is a verbal activity that people express their ideas in written form. How to write a good composition? The following are 8 compositions of Grade Two that I have carefully arranged. Welcome to read and collect. Writing 1
in the second day of junior high school thinking is a wonderful and abstract thing. It produces reason, emotion and thought, which dominate people's behavior. I've been thinking, what is thinking? Later, I understood that people generally call it the soul or the nerve center of the brain. I think, oh, not that I think, but that thinking is me and I am thinking. What am I? I am a person, so thinking is a person, and the body is just the carrier of thinking.
Why do you say this? For example, one day you are walking on the road with a telephone pole standing in front of you, and you are about to hit it. At this time, you have two choices. 1, hit it and hit it. 2, avoid it immediately. I believe that as long as your mind is functioning normally at this time and your attention is not on other things, you will definitely choose to avoid it. So, who made you avoid it? This question seems a bit idiotic, of course, I let myself avoid it. Why do you avoid it? Because after brain thinking, it is concluded that hitting a telephone pole will cause physical damage and avoid it immediately. So, you carried out this conclusion and chose to avoid it. And why does the brain think? Because there is thinking in the brain. If a person has no thinking, he or she will become a legendary walking corpse. This kind of person is not called a person, but should be called a "vegetable", and all actions can only be dominated by instinct.
why should human beings survive? Because your mind tells you that if you don't want to survive, you will die. In fact, it is thinking that will really die. Because thinking can't be independent of this space, there must be material to provide energy to maintain its normal operation. Even if the body dies as a carrier, as long as thinking and memory still exist and can run, then we can think that this person is still alive. After all, it is not a body that has established an emotional relationship with you, but an abstract thinking. What you usually see is just the shell wrapped in your mind, and it is he (she) you know when you shed the shell.
Therefore, I can draw a conclusion that anyone is eternal. As long as modern technology can transfer memory and thinking to another substance or creature that can provide energy and make thinking and memory work normally before the end of the physical life, he or she is not dead. Compared with the previous human form, only the external structure is different, and the internal thinking and memory have not changed. Therefore, we should be glad that our thinking can still function normally and think normally, which at least shows that the real you still exist in this plane composed of space and time!
I think, therefore I am! Composition 2
I was called a nerd by my classmates in my class, because I read books every day. If someone wants to talk to me, they will definitely leave after two minutes, because there is no topic to talk to each other.
On this day, the head teacher brought a message, that is, the school will hold a reading contest in the near future, and many people signed up for it, and I am not willing to lag behind, but my classmates laughed at me. Look, the nerd also signed up. Just like him, I guess I was too scared to speak when I went on stage. After listening to this, I silently encouraged myself.
Because I know that I am introverted, from then on, every time I came home, I read aloud to the fitting mirror with my textbook in my hand. When I saw me in the mirror for the first time, I was still very nervous and my speech became tongue-tied. But after a week, I had overcome this situation, and then I started chatting with my classmates, although they were surprised.
Until the day of the reading contest, when I was on the stage now, I felt so calm. After reading aloud, I heard warm applause from the audience. I knew I had done it, and I was no longer a nerd as others called me. Composition 3
There is another little darling in my family. He is also my second little darling.
Mom bought me another puppy, small, clever and good. My mother gave me a handsome dog this time because of the last painful thing. He is also very beautiful, with light brown yellow hair all over, short. There is a small triangle in the center of his head, which is also a big mark of him. His beauty is no less than my first dog baby, and my love for him can't be said to be less than that of my first baby. More importantly, I named this puppy "Baby" because of my missing and loving for the baby. When the baby first arrived, it was very small, so it looked even cuter. I was very happy about his arrival. I put him in my crib and gave him chicken liver. Since then, chicken liver has become his regular food. Before long, he was fed and fattened by me.
unlike the first baby, he is not as greedy as the first baby, and he won't squeeze in the door and clamor for food.
he is the same as the first baby. Every day after school, he will sit at the door and wait for me, as if he had taken over the duties of his "sister".
The baby's Excellence has made many people try their best to get it. So my grandparents often say to me, "Watch it, don't be stolen."
the baby has been hurt. There is also a black dog in my family, which is much older than the baby. He doesn't allow the baby to grab food with it. So, just one day, because the baby went to eat, he was bitten by a black dog, and he was badly bitten.
when I got home, I saw the baby sitting alone in the corner with blood on his head, blood on his body and crooked chin. I cried with distress. Run to him like crazy and touch him gently. He looked at me pitifully. My mother said to me, "Don't go near it at this time. What if it bites you?" But I didn't listen. I hugged him gently, afraid of hurting him, and I had a little resentment against the black dog in my heart. In the days to come, I bullied him from time to time.
After a while, the baby's injury has recovered, but his chin will not get better, but he will be the same as before.
There are other domestic puppies near my home, and the baby will run out to play with them from time to time. At first, he was fine, but he always came back early, but later he became more and more presumptuous, and he didn't go home until dark every day. What's more, he sometimes went home once a day or two, and he ate and lived in another house.
once he came back, I locked the door tightly, fearing that the baby couldn't get in when he wanted to go home last time, that he wouldn't come back for a long time, and that he would be stolen by others.
but one day he ran out while he was free. We thought we would come back after going out to play, so we didn't care too much. But who knows, he left and never came back.
I searched all the houses in several blocks, but there was nothing. Grandma said, I'm afraid someone else stole it.
after a long, long time, I saw a puppy on the way to the supermarket, and I felt it was like my baby. But no matter what I call him, he just won't follow me home.
grandma said, I missed it too much and admitted my mistake; Beautiful women say I miss too much and admit my mistake.
Baby, no matter where you are, I just hope you have a good life. You know, I love you. No matter where you are now, I just hope you will have a good life. I will always remember the happiness when we are together. One day, the author Xin Qiji went to a small village after the war. He is staring at the beautiful scenery. Suddenly, he heard a drunken voice in the distance. He stepped forward and saw an unremarkable low house. There is a crystal clear stream beside the house, which gurgles around the small village all year round. Inside, the white-haired grandfather and grandmother are talking with wine. The old man smiled and said to the old woman, "old woman, I didn't pay attention before. You are getting younger and more beautiful!" " On hearing this, the old woman lost her coke and said, "Don't talk about it, old man. Did you do something wrong today and come back to curry favor with me?" Grandpa continued: "Don't think so much." Grandma said, "Looking back, we were still young when we got married! Blink of an eye. Now he is in his sixties, and even the children have grown so big. Time flies too fast. " Outside, the eldest son is very diligent and grows beans in the fields by the stream. Looking at the newly sprouted seedlings, the eldest son shook his head and said happily, "This year must be a bumper harvest. In autumn, I will surprise my parents and younger brothers!" The second son is sitting under the big cypress tree knitting a chicken coop! While knitting, he thought, When the coop is finished, the chickens can live in it. This is their safe and comfortable home! The youngest son was lying on the stream peeling off the lotus leaves to eat, and muttered, "I'll take the delicious food on earth to my parents and brothers!" "
look, he is busy. Xin Qiji thought: If only I could live in this place, how wonderful it would be without war!
Grade 5: Wu Yue
-5 words Grade 2 Composition 5
Our eyes are a high-definition camera, taking in every bit of life. At this moment, he came into my sight-
I remember that day, the sun was big enough to fry eggs overhead, the road was scorched by the scorching sun, and I was about to step down and smoke a bunch of white smoke.
I was waiting for the bus with me. There was also a disabled grandfather. He stood there like a dried olive, like a hemp pole. It looked like he was sweating like a pig, but he was still carrying a baggage in his hand, and he refused to put it down, like holding a treasure!
When the bus came, I rushed to it, because it was air-conditioned, and it was really cool inside. I saw the old man limping up, but there was no empty seat on the bus, which was crowded with people. All the people sitting were sitting safely and comfortably, ignoring the disabled old man.
I thought: Is there still love in this world?
As if someone heard my voice, I saw a young man wearing a blue T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans pick up his bag and stand up.
"Sit down!" The young man said to the old man.
"no, no, sit by yourself! Sit by yourself! " Grandpa coughed and said.
"It's okay, I'm getting off soon. Sit down!"
"well, then I'm welcome." I saw grandpa slowly moving his seemingly heavy baggage while sitting. The young man quickly put down his travel bag and helped the old man bring it to his side.
"thank you, young man".
The young man smiled and nodded.
at the station, the young man didn't get off the bus, but still stood there in a state of mind.
Grandpa glanced at the youth, as if he had understood the youth's intention. In this bus full of love, he arrived at the second stop.
I saw grandpa pick up his crutches and that heavy burden again.
At this moment, the young man extended his helping hand to help the old man with this and that. At this moment, I wondered: Is it a sign that the young man is willing to help others by setting up such a "scam" to give up his seat to the old man?
He came into my sight at this moment and made me feel the most beautiful friendship in the world. Yesterday, a new town science and technology exhibition was held in Jingming community, and I signed up enthusiastically. We rode to Yunlu Bay. Several superman models, with various shapes, seem to be playing handsome.
We played many games along with the road map. Interesting real people cut watermelons and unforgettable idea balls ... Now it's time to queue up to see a 5D movie. I waited at the back of a long queue for one minute and two minutes ... There were fewer and fewer people in front and more and more people behind, and my heart was refreshed: fortunately, I queued early! There are more than 1 people in front, and another round will arrive. I am ready to go and see it at once. Suddenly a child rushed into our slowly advancing team, and the originally orderly team became chaotic. How could this happen? How can we queue so hard that you can cut in if you want? However, the child still swaggered to a front position. Seeing his behavior, many people couldn't bear it, and they rushed to jump the queue. No matter adults or children, they all got to the front. I obediently stood behind, suddenly feeling wronged, and really wanted to go up and squeeze, but another thought: it's all the same if I can watch it at night. As long as I can, it's okay. Don't those who jump the queue want to see what this 5D movie is like earlier? All my anger disappeared and I continued to wait in the slow-moving team.
Tolerance is a virtue. As long as everyone has a tolerant heart, the world will become better. I was born in a small town in the north, and a river winds through it. The air in the north is very cold, and it is sucked into the nasal cavity. At the end of March, there is still snow like white flowers. I can't meet a girl with sadness and resentment like lilacs on a bluestone board. But in spring, there are large areas of lilacs here. There are many lilacs in the primary school campus. At the beginning of May, a large group of purple fragrance appeared out of thin air from the dark green wax leaves. The sun shines through the plants, and we hide under the flowers, with green grass leaves in our mouths, lying on the warm red brick playground, smelling the dream-like fragrance.
that year, we were all very young, with funny corncob braids and school uniforms hanging loosely on our bodies. 1% is a lollipop, 1% is the bursting of soap bubbles and the disappearance of a small sticker, crying very sadly. We are so ignorant of the world. Several sisters in the same school said that if you find three lilacs, you can find happiness. Therefore, three lilacs, me and my little friend suddenly became magical, just like Cinderella's godmother's wand. The concept of happiness is still vague, which may be a good thing. A bag of candy? Wonderful fairy tale book?
In my memory, my friends and I always wander among lilacs, opening our pupils to find three lilacs and the happiness they bring. However, when our eyes began to dry, we spread our hands in disappointment and then ran home to grow up in the afterglow of the sunset. There are no traces of lilacs in the middle school campus. After May, I used to look for faint fragrance, but I only found some scattered dandelions. I still believe what my sisters say. I don't know why. Maybe this is just a guess. The wind has passed for many years, and my childhood friends have long given up such childish things, but I don't want to leave. Lilacs are not like spring peaches, and wheatgrass has gone in April; Unlike the lotus in summer, the lotus leaves in the sky are endless. Unlike chrysanthemums in autumn, branches would rather die of fragrance. Unlike plums in winter, dust is just as fragrant as before.
Free and open, beware of withered lilacs. They are so elegant, so special. They warm me like three cloves. He is the quietest boy in the class and always draws lilacs on white paper. He said that he likes these free flowers and there is no conflict with the world. I said, I was also on the day of the 1-day high school entrance exam, and he left to study painting. He left me a beautiful purple image. The latest one is very clear. One, two, three, three.