Our best composition is 1. The door to a happy life is memory inside and time outside.
Recently, there is a very popular song called "7 years". I like this song very much, not only because of its melody but also because of its lyrics. This song is about a boy's experiences and feelings at different time periods of seven, eleven, twenty, thirty and sixty-one.
At the age of seven, he is brave and fearless, thinking that the world will definitely make him strong; At the age of eleven, he gradually became sensible, knowing that he was sincere to the person he really loved, and he also had the dream of becoming a singer. At the age of twenty, I had like-minded partners. They played music together and watered their ideal flowers with sweat. At the age of thirty, his songs are well known and he has a family. He considered how to tell his story to his children. At the age of 60, he only expects his children to come back to see him every day. ...
This song is telling a story, a story about a lifetime. Seven years, kindergarten preschool to primary school graduation; From high school entrance to college graduation. How time flies. I found myself growing up unconsciously. The memory of crying as a child, the kid who likes to complain in primary school, and the girl who is silly every day in junior high school ... seem to have faded away. Since you can't stay, wave goodbye bravely.
High school life has just begun. It is said that youth is the best time in a person's life. In our youth, we are pure and fearless. I don't know if I will realize my dream like the boy in the song, if I will be as successful as him, and what it will be like after seven years. But I know that no matter what happens in the future, I should live in the present, dream boldly and pursue dreams bravely, because at this time we are all the best ourselves, and the best time is to pursue the life we want.
Now I am fifteen years old. I hope that after seven years, I will thank myself for my contribution in the best time.
The essence of our composition 2 Someone once said that the balance of the family will never be balanced, because parents are always giving, and we only know how to take.
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When I was a child, I thought I loved you very much, because I would do whatever you said and would not disobey your orders. In primary school, I thought I loved you very much, because I would try my best to get a good ranking and make you proud. Now, I think I love you very much, because I will write you perfectly in my composition. But what I don't know is that obedience is what a daughter should do; It is my duty to do well in the exam; It is also right to write about you in your composition, because you have worked for me for many years, but I have not replied.
To tell you the truth, I can only describe you with these boring words written by my clumsy hands. ...
Do you remember? When I entered adolescence, I became rebellious and anxious, and I was always impatient with you. But you treat me like an old man. But in the middle of the night, I don't know, have you ever cried for my anxiety and rebellion? I don't know, you gave up the cause you have been fighting for for me; I don't know how hard it is for you to come to me alone. I only know how many times you said me; I only know that I reach out to you for money every day; I only know that you are my mother, and you should be good to me. But I forgot that you have a mother, too. You are someone else's child. You also need to be loved and cared for. ...
Mom, I beg you, will you stop being so nice to me? I'm afraid I can't repay your kindness then. ...
Each of us has a good mother, but she will get old eventually. The depth of maternal love is beyond my current repayment ability, so I wrote this article and wanted to give it to our best mother first.
People often say, "It takes a hundred years to build a ship and a thousand years to build a pillow." So, have I become your son for billions of years?
The best 3 youth in our composition, the best of us!
The long river of time flows freely, and the silent rain knocks on the window of time. The past years have been turned back by time and treasured in the fleeting time. In a blink of an eye, we have ushered in our fiery youth and will show our best side on the platform of time! For us, it is best to grow up and listen to the rain beating on the window of our hearts. The days of ignorance are gone forever. We, full of children and young people, have been mercilessly left behind by the years and planted a mature seed in our hearts. After that, we became stronger, taller and more mature in worldly affairs, difficulties and tribulations. In the strange youth, we finally ushered in the best of ourselves, harvested a mature heart and achieved a mature self.
Our greatest enthusiasm when we were young was like a gust of wind, which blew a warm flame in our hearts. We began to be curious about the things around us, just like a fearless explorer facing an unknown cave, eager to discover and unlock the secrets of the past in the cave. We will also show great enthusiasm for what we like, just as kindergarten children can get their favorite candy by answering questions actively. We also hope to get some gifts and achievements from the outside world with this positive attitude towards life. In the sunny days of youth, there is a warm wind blowing, bringing us the best and getting a warm heart. When we are young, the best bitter tree grows taller and taller, and the difficulties it faces will be overcome. As its roots go deeper and deeper, the hard rocks it encounters will surely get bigger and bigger. However, a life without hardships is definitely not a perfect life. Without bitter youth, we can't do our best.
The good times of youth, bitterness has always been its heart, driving the whole youth, making us the most bitter and best. Let's stand on the platform of life, fly the paper plane belonging to youth, bring our dreams and experiences, and send our best self!
Our best composition. Because I happened to see on iQiyi that the play was based on the novel of Chang 'an in August, I went to look at the original work and spent almost an afternoon with ups and downs. I just want to say that I envy the youth of those people. Although I am only in the early stage.
I like the bitterness and aftertaste in this book. One is a middle school girl who was admitted to a provincial key by the Universiade in the senior high school entrance examination, and the other is an outstanding teenager who failed in the senior high school entrance examination and was not assigned to a key class. They are so different. At first, they were strangers. Because of the red list of a class, because of the coincidence of names, they have been deskmates for three years, hard but happy for three years. From being a stranger to telling the judge, I have experienced a lot.
However, like most ordinary girls, their grades are not good enough, but they are generally acceptable. Average looks, average family. She is different from the previous protagonist. She doesn't have so many dazzling auras. She reflects too much of us. She is more real, seems within reach, as if she were our other self. She was lucky that she met Huai Yu; She was lucky, too. She played an extraordinary role in the college entrance examination and was admitted to an ideal university. But not everyone of us is as lucky as her, lucky to be admitted to provincial key points, lucky to be admitted to a good university, and lucky to meet Huai Yu. We should rely on ourselves. Don't say that there are no miracles in this world. You know, miracles are just another name for hard work. Yes, we are the same people as before, but please remember that we are not upset, we don't have her good luck, so don't daydream about anything. What we have to do is to force ourselves to become better and stronger, just like Zhou Zhou and Luo Zhi. Only in the future can we protect the people we want to protect and have the capital to pursue what we want.
We were not the best before, but now we are the best. Don't waste a good time to pursue your dreams, even if we have no future, we will still be sad!
The essence of our composition is recalling new students. The scene is fresh in my memory. In a blink of an eye, the students' days are like a blink of an eye. The classroom still resounds with the sound of our reading; There are words we secretly wrote on the desk; We are still running vigorously on the playground. Graduation is both the end and the beginning. ...
The scene of just entering school is engraved in my mind. We were holding hands with our parents, crying and joking, and naughty boys were running around the school. As soon as the seats are arranged, everyone can't sit still for a moment and ask each other names. After several months of school, the students in the class still don't recognize it, and the teacher can't control it. When I first entered school, it was like stepping into a new world.
"Peach Blossom Lake is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun ..." "Swallows have gone and will come again; The peach blossom has withered ... "The classroom echoed with the sound of our reading. Our voices echoed in the classroom.
Standing quietly in the classroom, without careful observation. On the wall, on the desk, on the lecture desk and in the drawer, we secretly wrote words everywhere: "Come on!" " ""love BIGBANG! " "Goodbye, my alma mater." "we don't separate" and "hate math! "Every time I change my seat, I have to look at the words left by my former owner. Those traces that we can see everywhere in the classroom ...
"come on Come on! Come on! " On the one hand, we shouted hard, on the other hand, the athletes shouted vigorously. Come on if you win, and cheer on each other if you lose! I remember when tug-of-war, every player was nervously pulling the rope. As soon as the referee blew the whistle, everyone backed off with all their might. All the students who didn't come to class gathered around to cheer, and the voice still echoed in my ears. Scenes, a vigorous and powerful figure, emerged in front of my eyes.
Six years of cold window and a few pieces of paper will separate us. Our happy, presumptuous and funny laughter. Echoes in the campus. Every flower on campus has become our best memory. Don't be sad about it, because we will meet again.
The best of our composition is June, which makes memories ripple, and the cycle of the four seasons can't take away the imprint of our youth.
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"Ah! Hello, you are also in this class. Let's make friends. "
Outside the window, the refracted light and shadow are still clear; Indoor, we are not familiar with new students; Unfamiliar faces, full seats; Novel curriculum arrangement. Let's meet here.
Make the first new friend; Meet the first new principal; I met a group of such people. The memory of the first day is so unforgettable and intriguing.
Ten weeks, let's have a novel first vocational skills assessment week. The word "Hell Week" was born.
In May, our mark appeared on the court. The appearance of the figure we are chasing on the court is the beginning of our friendship in the new semester.
In June, memories fly. You and I met at the stadium; Your voice and mine echoed in the campus. Playing around has become the first thing we do after school every day.
Twenty weeks, the final exam, and the new semester will be dead. The faces in the class are no longer strange, and the atmosphere in front of the desk is no longer embarrassing.
A year later, we are no longer freshmen. But to be a graduating senior. Because we are busy, we no longer meet on the court; Because of friendship, we no longer give up easily; Because we have grown up, we are not the same as before.
The sky in June remains unchanged; We can never go back to less than a year ago.
The best friendship starts here; The most beautiful memories continue here;
Say goodbye to June that year; Say goodbye to the familiar figure on the playground; Goodbye to us who were lively a year ago.
If I go back in time, I would like to go back to that year; If my memory goes backwards, I want to go back in time.
The cycle of the four seasons took away the once active us;
This June, let the memories fly and ripple.
The best thing in our composition 7 is to sit on the balcony, lean against the railing and close your eyes. Smelling the warm sunshine, the breeze blew away the chill, messed up the hair of me and the distant flowers, and stirred the wind chimes. I'm having the best time.
I am in the most beautiful spring of the four seasons, and it is also the most beautiful jasper years in my life.
How lucky I was to meet you in 2008. Looking back now, it is still the dream that gave us the fate. You like painting very much, and you paint beautifully. You said you wanted to be a real artist, start your own art school and make better students. As for me, I want to be an excellent actor and perform a touching story. However, although the dream is full, the reality is very skinny. Because of your study, you didn't insist on painting, and I didn't learn to act. However, we all agree that no one should give up, even if we fly against the wind, we should reach that distance.
We all like running, the sound of the wind whistling in our ears and the feeling of sweating. You are not tall, but you often run in front of me. The setting sun reflects the clouds, just right on the runway and your energetic back. I can't help but stop and put this wonderful moment behind me. I think in the future, when I am alone, I can take out these memories and tell myself that I still have you all the way.
Of course, our friendship has not been smooth sailing. For a while, you made other friends and often ate and bought things together. I could only sit in my place and do my homework, or I was in a daze, wondering if our friendship was over. Seeing you talking and laughing, I feel more spare. Now that I think about it, I really feel like a child who is not sensible. Contradictions have not alienated us, but have narrowed our distance. Just as the weather-beaten sky will be bluer.
Youth is like this, with laughter and tears. Stumbling with stories that belong to us, no matter how the ending is, now is the best of us.
Best of all, in our composition 8, we can always see the word "friend". But those people have all been mentioned. My sincere friend is an animal-a dog.
Some people may say that it is a precious pet. It can help people do some special things ... My "friend" is just an ordinary dog. This dog belongs to my uncle. He is also a member of my uncle's family, but his food is much worse than that of others. It can be described as "skinny" and "abdominal muscles". But it still sticks to its post: guarding the door. In winter, there is only a sack under the ground to help it spend the winter.
How did we become good friends? That must start from the day I can remember (because the dog was born several years before me): I went to my uncle's house every few days. I accidentally noticed it once. I felt sorry for it, so I gave it a bowl of rice to eat. Maybe dogs understand human nature and wag their tails at me after eating. Every time I go to my uncle's house for dinner, I will leave some for him, so every time I come, he will wag his tail all the way to say hello to me, even if his eldest brother tells him not to leave. That's how we became good friends.
Where does sincerity start? Please look at the following: On my way home, a big black dog stopped in front of me as if to bite me. Not to be outdone, I picked up a stick and prepared to fight. At this time, another strong dog came, which seemed to be an accomplice. They came at me crazily, and I screamed in horror. My "friend" came to fight with me when he heard the news. I don't think the momentum is right. He turned around and ran away, while the lonely "friend" was still hissing with the enemy ... I don't think it helped me at all, but why? Out of sincerity. The price of this battle is that its right eye will be blind forever. I can't make up for anything, but I feel guilty inside.
Now he's dead. The cause of death is unknown. First he disappeared, and then he drifted in the pond. If I can find the real killer, I will definitely cut him to pieces.
Sincere "friend", although you left me forever, our friendship will last forever.
The best book in our composition 9 is my friend. When I am sad, it will adjust my negative emotions and make me happy. So books are my indispensable friends.
One day in the summer vacation, I lost sleep, lying in bed, watching the time on the alarm clock go by little by little. At this time, I turned on the light, picked up a favorite book and read it with relish. One page, two pages, I read greedily like a hungry wolf, and my heart was in high spirits. Although a little sleepy, but very happy. Watching, I fell asleep. I had a good dream that I was traveling in the world of books. There are countless books here, each of which is very interesting.
On one occasion, I came across Laughing Cat Diary in the bookstore. I was ecstatic, picked up an unread book and hid in the corner to read it. The books in the Laughing Cat Diary series are basically very interesting. After reading one page, I can't help looking at the next page. I read them with great interest. It was not until my aunt called me that I reluctantly put down my book and left the bookstore. I almost finished reading that book. It mainly writes: Xiaobai, a stray dog, wants to find a good family life. Fina the poodle helped him find several families, but Xiaobai was not satisfied. Finally, Xiao Bai came across a mysterious woman. Xiao Bai was connected with her heart, so she lived in her house, and this woman has always been a mystery. When I read this book, I had many feelings. When Xiao Bai was almost killed by a male star, I was so angry that I wanted to slap the male star in the book immediately. I was very excited when Xiaobai found a good master. I was very moved when Xiaobai helped the sick hostess to buy things and deliver letters. I didn't expect this puppy to be so smart ... This book also made me understand the trust between people and animals and the mutual help between friends.
Books can increase our knowledge; Books, like nutrients, let us "take root, sprout and thrive"; Books, like a key, open a treasure house of knowledge for us; Books are like stairs, which lead us to the top of the pagoda of life. Books are like torches, which ignite hope and let us go forward bravely. The book is really a magical and interesting friend!
The best in our composition 10 Someone once said that "a teenager is a painting". What moved me was that I met you in the painting before I realized the preciousness of friendship.
You are my roommates now, my bridesmaids in the future and my godmothers in the future. In this long and short time, we are crazy, struggling and happy together, but the only regret is that we didn't "cry" together because we like crazy laughter.
Everyone has different characteristics. Your most obvious characteristic is that you are the tallest in the dormitory and have the best figure. You are a smart person, and it is easy for others to set an example. The girl in Honghe is beautiful, and the girl in Jianshui is "water". It can be said that the beauty of mountains and rivers is even more beautiful, not bad at all. When we were unfamiliar, it was you who took the post of monitor. At that time, no one stood up and wanted to be a monitor, and even no boy had the courage. It was you who stood up and became the monitor. In study, you are very serious and always finish the homework assigned by the teacher in advance. No matter what you do, you have your own unique views. Your seriousness has been infecting other people in our dormitory!
Dali, a romantic place, where you come from. Every time you introduce your hometown Dali, I really want to go! You are a girl who loves cleanliness in her life. You have a childlike aura and innocence that others don't have, but many people like to be friends with you because of this childlike innocence. You are gentle and have no bad temper, and you are calm and won't be influenced by others, but you have a problem, that is, everything is too slow and you are still entangled. I think you are probably a serious girl! I hope you can become better in the future.
The best composition is 1 1. What about me! Have a good friend. She has watery eyes and a small mole on the tip of her nose, which is tall and black. She sometimes has a big temper, a big temper and a strong alcohol smell. You know who she is. I won't tell you yet. You can guess first.
On Wednesday morning, I had another conflict with her. She was angry when she saw me playing so well with others. She doesn't play with me, and she doesn't answer when I talk to her. Later, I wrote her a letter, which said, "Don't be angry, Jay. You and I are still best friends. I didn't notice you coming when I was playing with them, so I apologize. " She didn't reply after reading this letter, so she went to play with others, so I had to ignore her. One day, two days and three days passed, and we didn't say a word these days. Finally, on Friday, she sent me a letter on her own initiative, which said: I'm not angry with you, but I'm a little angry to see you having a good time with them and not coming to visit me. Then you still ignored me, so I had to ignore you. I read her reply to me, so I went to see her. She said to me, "We are still best friends."
Finally, the two of us made up again! By the way, I haven't told you! She is my good friend-Luo.
Comments: 1, wrote the appearance, and wrote one thing to prove your friendliness, not bad.
However, in the future, friends and classmates should not be unhappy because of some trivial things. We should appreciate each other, encourage each other and make progress together. By the way, pay attention to the correct use of punctuation.
Our best composition 12 "Tick-tock, tick-tock ..." Time goes by and people can't catch it. Looking at the dribs and drabs of primary school for six years, I am happy, excited, sad and lost in the photos. Open my photos, commemorative gifts and stationery sealed in the box. Those wonderful memories suddenly came to my mind. ...
Sports meeting, relay race, shouting, failure, not giving up, these five words are so strange, but so familiar. It was a relay race of the sports meeting, and I was one of them. Before the game, all the students who didn't participate patted us on the back, poured us water and cheered us on. "I'm so nervous," suddenly a classmate said. "It's okay, as long as we try our best, believe in yourself! Believe everyone! " I said. Five minutes before the start of the game, all of us formed a circle, and a pair of hopeful hands closed together, "Come on! Come on! Come on! " Three cheers carry our hopes and are the honor of the class. The bang of the gun reminds me that I rushed out of the first gang and accurately passed the stick to the second. "come on Come on! Come on! Come on, May 4th class! " Cheerleaders and classmates screamed and danced. The second place ran to the third place at lightning speed.
But! Just then! There was an accident! Xu Yuejia, the third best, suddenly lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground at the fourth best. But he didn't give up, he fought! When I limped to the fourth stick, I watched it from a distance. From Xu Yuejia's pale face to his weak feet, I can see that he tried his best! The game was over and we lost, but we didn't blame each other. What we really care about is Xu Yuejia, who worked hard to win the competition. We helped him to the grass the first time. I don't know who said, "Don't be discouraged! We will win next time! Come on! " Everyone hugged each other tightly. There is no distinction between men and women, only that sincere friendship!
The best in our composition 13 The weather is warm and intoxicating, which happens to be the season when cherry blossoms fall out. Pink flowers are scattered on the fine sand sidewalk, and some are still stuck on the paved green grass. There are white petals on some pear trees. The wind is everywhere, the lake gathers slightly, picking a bunch of flowers, lifting a string of clear water, condensing the fragrance of youth.
Youth is a journey, not too long, full of sunshine and hope, but also buried with youth and confusion. Just like here, just like Class 4, Grade 1.
It is neither perfect nor powerful, and there are fifty "stupid" children in it.
There is a well-educated and capable monitor, a good-natured black deputy class, a "junior" deputy class in MengMeng, a silly commission for discipline inspection, a perfect propaganda Committee member, a lovely academic Committee member, a beautiful entertainment circle, a gender-neutral sports commission, a beautiful labor commission in the whole grade, a health commission and a class teacher who treats us as friends.
Maybe this class is not the best in the whole grade, maybe it only has a small classroom, but it does exist and laughs with us every day. Just like fate, everyone who belongs to darkness has found his own sunshine.
A year later, there are so many wonderful memories here that I hate it very much. Because even if I don't sit in it, it can still pull my thoughts back.
I still remember those nicknames, such as primary school girl, Cai Crodou, big head ... I still remember digging up gossip about the old class from the whole class with my teachers, spitting out students No.4 and No.5 together, imitating the teacher to shout "class is over", learning "Ou Du" aerobics together, taking the "car" driven by the old driver together, and being proud of the competition together. ...
I long for everything in that class, which has never been given to me.
Nice to meet you. Junior high school is really short, it only gives us three years-1095 days, let us meet the exam, and then let us separate from the exam.
Our best composition is 14. We are young and frivolous, showing off our individuality;
We have no scruples and dare to act boldly;
In this season of parting, thinking of that year, we also waved goodbye at this time. ...
"Good things are only a second before you get them." We used to encourage and help students with poor grades in our class to make progress bit by bit; We used to help each other on the eve of the exam and sort out the wrong questions; We used to sweat like rain in the red and blue intertwined track and field, struggling hard.
That autumn, she and I became best friends. Eat together, buy milk together, and stroll along the campus path together. We wait for the flowers to bloom, sigh and fall, and rejoice at the appearance of a blade of grass. What a clear state of mind that is. We will also laugh without image on the road; Complaining about too much homework; Pour out your inner secrets. What a clear friendship that is.
I broke up with her the next summer. The campus is brand-new, and it is also strange to me. We haven't spoken for a long time, let alone met. Do you have a small circle that belongs to you again, and I am an old man who has passed away and is finally forgotten in the dust. Do you remember me, the girl who loves to laugh and read? Will you still call me that childish nickname when you see me? Are you ... ...
That year, we met, said goodbye, and never contacted again. Schools all over the world, all kinds of classmates, and your current friends. But anyway, I expect you to be like me. Everyone remembers the best time of the year, the best of us.
I want to give this document to the best of us who graduated that year.
Our best composition 15 Since the first grade, the four of us have forged a deep friendship. For three years, we have cried, laughed and quarreled. Best of all, we will spend the next good time together.
We have always been inseparable friends, but in the second book of Senior Two, an unpleasant thing happened. After class, I found the three of them running to the door together, whispering. I was about to listen to what the three of them were whispering to me when they ran away. I thought to myself: why don't the three of them let me listen? Are you speaking ill of me? Or do you want me to quit the four sisters?
In class, Qiu Xinyu was ready to turn to look at me. I quickly picked up the book and quietly observed her expression from the outside. I didn't remember a knowledge point in this class. I read the scriptures like a young monk-I read them by accident. I've been thinking: when can I finish my class? What the hell are the three of them talking about? At this time, I really want to shout: "Do we continue to do our best?"
When the next day arrived, they still ignored me and dared not look at me. They came to the bathroom and I followed them secretly. I only heard Cai Refan say, "We can give gifts to each other in class activities this afternoon ..." It is estimated that Liu Lu took a fancy to my shoes, and their voices were very low, so I didn't catch what they were saying.
In a blink of an eye, the class activity class arrived. I prepared three signature pens and three notebooks, which I wanted to give to my good sisters, but yesterday that made me change my mind. Just as I hesitated, the three of them went to the podium together and said, "Jiang Mo won the best style award." I shed tears in surprise. It turned out that the three of them whispered two days ago to give me a surprise. I thought they didn't want to talk to me ... I just wanted to say, "thank you!" " "But somehow my mouth just can't talk. The four of us hugged each other tightly.
Our friendship is higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea. Best of all, we will be together forever!