High school Chinese composition 1 Hello everyone! I'm a jungle explorer-rabbit. I have snow-white ears, and my hearing is very keen. I can even hear voices five or six meters away. My eyes are red and very bright. I can see what you are doing!
The jungle adventure has begun! This jungle is isolated from the world, with many swamps and occasionally some pitcher plants. I jumped to the edge of the grass. Look, there is a little frog. He jumped around and croaked. Suddenly, a snake swam from behind. He is long and thin, and his body is covered with layers of scales. I quietly came behind the little frog and swallowed it at once. Trembling with fear, I hid in the grass. At that moment, a shadow fell from the sky, and I looked up. Ah! A fierce eagle flew across the sky, swooped down, caught the snake with its sharp claws and flew into the sky. "It's a close call. I almost became food for eagles. " I patted my chest and said.
Going forward is a swamp, and I accidentally fell in. My foot keeps falling and I can't pull it out. At this moment, I heard a roar from behind me. I turned around and saw a tiger coming at me. At the critical moment, I pulled hard and jumped out of the swamp. But the tiger soon caught up with me. It bit me with its big mouth open. I had a brainwave and fled to the depths of the forest. What a close call!
Then, I walked on. Look, if it isn't pitcher plants! A small flying insect flies forward, and the pitcher plants bite with their mouths open. As a result, the flying bug "escaped". Next to Nepenthes is a pond, which is a paradise for dragonflies. They frolic, fight, chase and play by the pond. Look, they seem to be performing acrobatics! There are caterpillars, which degenerate into butterflies and dance and play with dragonflies. Oh, nature is so interesting.
So much for today's adventure. I, a little jungle explorer, have gained a lot from it. Although adventure is thrilling, nature is still full of fun.
Two people's lives are fleeting, but the best time of their lives-youth-has just come to us.
Youth, like a ray of bright sunshine, illuminates the darkness in our hearts; Youth is like a clean stream, watering the wasteland in our hearts; Youth, like a high-pitched tune, leads us to stride forward. However, youth is more like a breakfast, which is rich in variety, nutrition and fragrance.
Youth tastes as sweet as fried eggs.
In our youth, we study hard in the classroom, swim in the ocean of problems and books, and carry the fragrance of books and ink. On the playground, we sweated and played to our hearts' content. We smelled sweat and dirt. When all the smells are mixed together, it becomes the unique taste and fragrance of our time.
Youth tastes like milk, pure.
Classmates, friends, girlfriends ... every emotion deserves our care and management. The care and help of every classmate and friend are intertwined into a dense net, which surrounds us. You won't feel bound, but you will feel lucky, because with these care and help, our youth will be more colorful. The love around me meets the taste of youth, pure.
The taste of youth is as complicated as eight-treasure porridge.
When we are in adolescence, we will also have troubles and rebellious times, and we will do some unreasonable things and cling to what we think is right. But so what? No one has ever made a mistake in his youth. I believe that as long as we correctly understand our mistakes and correct them in time, our youth will still have no regrets and will eventually rise. It is precisely because of what we do again and again in adolescence, good or bad, that our psychology is between childish and mature. When the past events of youth are connected in series, it will form a different taste, a different taste and a complicated youth.
The taste of youth is changeable, and only our own experience can tell whether it is sour or sweet, so our youth should be controlled by ourselves and mixed into its own unique taste.
Youth is picturesque, emitting a bright smell; Youth, like rain, exudes the flavor of no hesitation; Youth is like the wind, emitting the breath of freedom; Youth is like a fire, emitting a fiery taste.
In the taste of youth, we become more mature, more sensible and more enterprising. Because, this is the taste of youth, only our own taste.
The beginning method of Chinese composition 3 in senior one;
Parallelism, punctuality and style
Seeds break through the imprison influence of rock stratum; Facing the light;
The cloud influence of eagle storm flew into the sky;
The steed broke through the influence of the reins and ran for vilen;
Haiyan rushed to a more violent storm. freedom
What is this? It came quietly, leaving no trace, but arousing all kinds of light dance.
What is it, leaving no trace, but coming quietly, which can leave a season of singing?
What is this? It comes quietly and goes quietly, leaving golden color in the harvest season.
What is it, quietly leaving and gently coming, spinning a white dream for the silent earth?
The philosopher smiled at the blue sky: It's time.
Children clap their hands with kites: that's the wind.
The wanderer said: nothing, just a dream (happiness with an answer)
Starting method:
Stories and fables are very fresh.
A mother always thinks her son is a genius. Even though he broke more than a dozen plates when he was a waiter, he sold tickets.
The clerk lost his wallet when he got off the bus for the second time and sealed all the letters sent by others when he was the postman.
Finally, my son went to the army. Three years later, the mother proudly attended her son's review ceremony. People look at the passing team, haha.
My mother laughed and shouted excitedly, Oh, dear Paul! They all went the wrong way, only you went the right way! Emotion affects the cognition of things.
1987, 75 nobel prize winners met in Paris. Someone asked a Nobel Prize winner: In which university and laboratory did you learn the most important thing? Unexpectedly, the white-haired scholar replied: it is in kindergarten. The scholar's answer was recognized by the participating scientists. The starting point of wisdom
The above is the second choice of Chinese learning methods in senior one: the whole content of the perfect composition, I hope it will help everyone!
Senior one Chinese composition 4: Sitting quietly in the bookstore, crossing your legs, holding an ancient book and a cup of new tea, your mouth is full of fragrance. ! Have you ever felt so warm and rich, or a long time ago? Perhaps, in today's high-speed economic development, we are gradually accustomed to the tranquility in front of the computer screen and the adaptation to the machine in front of the machine. There is no denying that computers have indeed brought greater convenience to our lives. Fast and fast, very suitable for our society today. However, in addition to the fast-paced life, do we also need some leisure, a little peace, a feeling of being detached from books rather than computer screens?
Books give people a real feeling. Holding a book is like holding a world. Without the virtuality in the computer, I feel my real existence.
Reading is also a taste, a real taste, so pure that you won't have any distractions. Reading A Dream of Red Mansions, reading the most authentic records of an ancient family, or smiling or frowning deeply, when tears roll down one by one and souls throb into the heart, you know, it is a bitter taste. Don't use your lips and tongue, the heart will tell you its true feelings.
Read the romance of the three kingdoms, read the rise and fall of a dynasty, the fierce place, clenched fists; Peace, surge of emotion; In a desolate place, I burst into tears. It's not that children are affectionate, but that the drums are tight and fierce. This is a feat that generations have spilled blood on the battlefield, and it is a taste that will make your heart ache. It's a faint and desolate taste.
Reading, tasting, savoring life, savoring the world, savoring the soul, savoring yourself, won't be lost like the Internet, it will only make you find your truer self, won't make you feel uneasy before the screen flashes, and will only make you calm as a pool of still water.
With the development of the times, such leisure may no longer be common, and the faint reading atmosphere may no longer be familiar. Then, if you are sitting in front of the computer and living nervously, are you willing to pick up the book that has been dusty for many days, brush off the dust on it, open the diary of your heart that has been dusty for many years, smell the faint but rich fragrance of your long-lost old friend again, and experience the purification of your heart again? Which do you choose, the smell in front of the computer or the smell at the edge of the book?
High school Chinese composition 5 Iraqis alone drunk, lovesickness thin; Who will keep the infatuation?
Autumn moon in the deep palace, I don't know the world, geometric reincarnation? In the middle of the night, the wind blows, the wet steps are exposed, the poems are empty, and the pavilions are pavilions. Silence, thinness is the shadow of getting cold. How many times do you sing and play? How prosperous is it? How many sad, cold hands? The night is cold, my heart is sad, there is nowhere to sing, and the railing is right. Sitting alone in a small building, the west wind is cool. I am in a daze. I don't know who is filming. Who is dancing lightly when walking leisurely, windy and moonlit? Flowers bloom and fall, a little sorrow, half a basket of fragrant jade, whose heart is broken? Cold fragrant clothes, how many blue swallows, have long been quietly on the shore, scattered. A finger of fragrance breaks, and each of them is far away, and the robes are beautiful, and the flowers in front of others are carefully made. I sighed and changed my face. The fragrance fades away the jade, and the feeling is like painting the bright moon in the distant cold. Who will dye the jasper and penetrate the heart?
How many bosom friends are there in misty rain? Miss the picture, the fireworks are broken, the song is broken, who is the rain butterfly? The rain is empty and the autumn wind is cold. Well, the source in the dream, the residual red is deep, a xiaoxiang, the flowers are cold. The autumn moon is cool at dusk, who will turn the Millennium into frost? Jade building painting spring, order geometry? Autumn wind and catalpa culvert, ask a volume, the situation is sad. In the charm of Leng Yan, who will talk in the flowers and frown? As pure as the morning glow, a piece of paper is twisted red and spent in the water. Dressed up. Who wants a piece of paper with red sleeves, Ti Ying? The residual red sings the moon, and the clothes are fragrant and cold. The courtyard is deep. how much is it? A little clear calyx is sorrow. Since ancient times, I have been thin, lonely and clothed, and my heart is still cold. It's raining in the air and the west wind is cool. Who can twist the sorrow?
The night is full, endless lovesickness flowers and endless lovesickness tears. Dream back to the broken bridge, Iraqis are drunk alone, and acacia is thin. Who will keep the infatuation? It is already a broken dream and endless hatred, and the most painful thing is this life. Flowers are full, love is full, I can't see through, fireworks are on, and the moon is cold. Full moon in Ling Bo, heartbroken, busy season turns empty. Looking at the world of mortals, the glass is empty, who put the red makeup show? Colchicine and Poria cocos, moonlight is like an hourglass at your fingertips, your heart is broken, and your dreams are like red drops. Rain butterflies fly all over the building. Remember when Yuntai, you and I were stained with flowers. A suit of tsing yi, dyed very well. A curtain sedan chair reflects red candles. It's empty now. Only the fragrance of Osmanthus fragrans, accompanied by the lonely shadow of the lonely mountain. Where can I find you? Wait for my vermilion tears and faint rouge broken. Flowers bloom and fall, year after year, beauty is cold and fragrant, Ivylinna Lee flowers bloom and tears fall. ...
Is composition 6 Chinese sweet in senior one? Is it bitter? Is it sour? What's the smell of youth? Is it like young grass shining in the morning light and emitting a fragrant smell? Did you eat dad's sweet and sour tenderloin and deliberately sulk? Is it the smell of sweat and hard work on the shady court?
On that day, the morning sun rose, flowers were in full bloom and Bai Niao was singing. We started a special football match on the football field-11There are only eight players playing football in the football field. Without the shouts of the fans, everything depends on ourselves.
At the beginning of the game, we were one goal behind. Several passes and catches failed in the frontcourt, and the game was deadlocked. Suddenly, a dark cloud was pulled from the northeast corner and quickly enveloped the whole stadium. Rain, scattered, fell on my face, rendering the sweat I had no time to take care of.
Stand up again and attack again. We ran forward. Our teammates took the ball from the right, swung from side to side, swung from side to side, and passed the ball to three people. Then, he sent a low pass, which was received by his teammates on the left and shot hard! Only to be punched out by the opposing goalkeeper. I followed in the middle and just caught the ball. I took a long shot, hit the corner kick above the goal, scored and equalized!
Let's open a road, a bloody road!
However, we are eager for quick success again.
Long pass, offside, foul ... 13 shots, only 3 shots were correct, all of which were confiscated by the opposing goalkeeper.
The clouds overhead seem to linger. Maybe it is just above the stadium, but I feel it seems to cover the whole universe. The rain is a little heavy, hitting my face, and I can't tell whether it is rain, sweat or impatient tears.
We got a free kick, not far from the goal, but the final whistle of the game is about to blow, and there is only one chance. I'll serve. Bang, the ball spins forward and draws a beautiful arc in the air.
The football went through the goalkeeper's finger and won!
The rain stopped, and the cool air from Siberia blew away the dark clouds and even the haze in my heart.
The sun is rising again, the flowers are still blooming, and Bai Niao is competing. We are in the prime of life, like a proud sunrise, gorgeous flowers and naughty birds.
What's the smell of youth?
It is the smell of sweat, the smell of hard work, and the smell of bohemian but unshakable faith.
Chinese Composition 7 in Senior One is every child's favorite day. I didn't know what this meant at the time. All I know is that I can put on new clothes, eat jiaozi with coins and receive a lot of lucky money (although my parents secretly took it away in the end). The happiest thing on that day was to set off firecrackers. First, my grandfather took a long stick with several rounds of firecrackers wrapped around it, and then it rang for a long time. We jumped around with our ears covered, and the dog jumped around because of the loud firecrackers.
We were not allowed to go out to play until we finished eating jiaozi. My sister and I are playing all kinds of firecrackers outside. I was timid at first, so I lit it and ran away. Some fireworks are very beautiful, but I didn't see them because I was running. There is also a monkey flying into the sky. After it opened, it flew into the sky, "pa-". In this way, even if my face was flushed with cold and my hands and feet were unconscious, I still had a good time. When I was a child, Chinese New Year was very lively and really fun.
Nowadays, with the passage of time, we have changed from immature little dolls to enthusiastic girls, but we always feel less energetic than before. We are no longer willing to set off firecrackers during the Spring Festival, but stay at home quietly watching TV, playing mobile phones and playing computers. We no longer look forward to watching the Spring Festival Gala, nor will we learn to dance in it as we did when we were children. It's funny, but I still laugh happily; During the Chinese New Year, instead of staying at home with my family all night, I went out to find friends and my buddies went to KTV for one night.
Every New Year, I see children chasing and running downstairs, laughing when they fall down. Suddenly I think they are so stupid, and they are still laughing so happily when they fall down. But I forgot how stupid I used to be. When I heard children setting off firecrackers and fireworks downstairs, I shouted, "Wow! How beautiful! " I suddenly feel that they are so naive. I wonder if this will pollute the air. But I forgot how naive I used to be. I just want to set off as many fireworks as possible, because I can't get enough.
Fireworks suddenly began to set off in the air. I looked at the sky and wanted to say, "Wow! How beautiful! " But after all, I didn't say it. I know that somewhere in this city, there must be a child shouting happily to his parents: "Mom and Dad, look! How beautiful! "
Senior one Chinese composition 8: Raindrops keep falling and wet my hair. The dim street lights are flashing and splashing. With heavy steps, I looked at the colorful umbrellas in front of the door, and my heart flashed a trace of sadness. Father can't come. In the shadow of thousands of umbrellas, who will open an umbrella for me?
A car passed by and splashed me with mud. I brushed away the bangs wet by the rain and tried to find the familiar figure in the rain. Looking around, the students after school are holding umbrellas with their parents, snuggling happily together, letting my heart slip through the shadows.
Walking slowly, looking at the intertwined headlights, my eyes can't help but get hazy. Is it rain or tears? Suddenly, I bumped into someone, and the purple floral dress swayed and burned my eyes. I looked up with difficulty and looked at my mother with a gentle smile.
Gently holding the broken hair on his forehead, he smiled and handed me an umbrella. I took it, got angry, and immediately threw it to her. "Why are you still here? Go home by yourself. It doesn't matter whether you send an umbrella or not! " I saw you cold, and there was a dim light in your eyes.
I thought you'd be furious. Unexpectedly, you only gave a wry smile. "Mom is late, I'm sorry." Then, you put your umbrella in my hand and walk on the cold rain road by yourself.
Gently, I look at your back, still the same floral dress, only more haggard. The rain dyed your long hair white. I looked at it and found it was really white. Your body is as straight as before, but it is swollen from overwork. Your back is still so beautiful, but it has lost a little youthful playfulness.
I can't help but have a sore nose and pull you back into the umbrella. You smile at me, hold my hand and walk in the rain, let me look at your back. You hold my gentle hand, shoulder to shoulder, babbling up to now.
I looked at your back and thought softly. I wish you a lifetime, you grow up with me and I grow old with you.
Those teenagers, mixed with sadness and joy, lit up the whole sky. -inscription
The torrent of time keeps rolling, and youth is the clearest spring in that bay, quiet and sweet.
When we were young, we looked forward to a bright future and had happy thoughts, thinking that life was so warm. How long has it been since you thought about this childish question? Well, unconsciously, we grew up.
There is a soft and sweet taste of cotton candy in youth. In youth, male and female students are alienated, and their ignorant and uneasy hearts are beating alone, and gradually they have an emotion called "like". Beautiful youth is all about you, and I don't miss you for a moment. But like it can be very simple, give him (her) a cotton candy, you will chew it gently, and your expression must be light. Yes, there is a soft and sweet taste of cotton candy in youth.
Youth has a bitter and strong taste of bitter coffee. Turn off a light and empty a city. My heart is as silent and desolate as a wilderness, only a lone wolf is growling sadly, which is the mark of youth injury. There are always some inexplicable quarrels with my family, always hurting them with confidence and always slamming the door angrily. Sometimes, we interpret others, but we lose ourselves and become a supporting role on our own stage. Our family came to comfort us, and we ran away, as if afraid that the dazzling sunshine would burn our beautiful wings. But when you calm down, you will find that they are the only ones who pay the most for you in the end. Your heart will break and you will cry. Yes, youth has a bitter and strong taste of bitter coffee.
At our age, we write about growth and homesickness, but we can only grow up. Therefore, youth has the flavor of hot and fragrant spirits. In youth, we struggle and work hard, but there will always be obstacles, and all kinds of people are waiting for you. I like the sentence "Even if the whole world is my enemy, I will cut through the thorns all the way". What are you afraid of? Rush hard with the same courage as drinking hard liquor, and let your success shine again. Yes, there is a strong hot fragrance of white wine in youth.
Looking back, based on the present and looking forward to the future, you will find that although the future is difficult, it is still expected. Missing is far away, but still happy, and life is still warm though unfortunate. It's not that the world has changed, but that your mentality has changed. Live in the moment, cherish youth, grasp youth, and don't let yourself regret leaving regrets. So you will find that the world is really good and life is really good. I hope the future is like a bright morning glow.
Nice to meet you, in this pale youth. Well, youth has a feeling of fullness.
/kloc-On the night of 0/0, I lay in bed and looked blankly at the night sky outside the window. Gradually, I fell asleep. ...
This is a very strange and beautiful blue superstar. It's huge, and its mass is 30 times that of the sun. There seems to be no stain on the shiny blue, and there is a beautiful "Phnom Penh" on the edge. There is a big fire in Phnom Penh. Who would have thought that there would be such a spectacular scene in the depths of this universe? I was shocked. It took me a long time to move the camera to the left and aim it at the front of the spaceship. Suddenly, I felt my eyes shine. Oh, my God, what did I see? A radiation ring is spinning at an extremely fast speed, and nothing can be seen in the center of the ring. It was dark, like an abyss, and the scene was like a beautiful annular eclipse. Jack froze: "Is there such a celestial body in the universe?" I can't get over it. Suddenly, I saw the blue giant changed, obviously pear-shaped. The tip of the pear is pointing to the ring, emitting a shiny "arrow".
"Ah, a black hole!" I came to my senses. I understand that blue giant is being attracted by the strong gravity of black holes, and this is the end of the stars. I was shocked, but I also made a fatal mistake. I forgot that the spaceship is still traveling at the speed of light. And it's the same direction that the blue giant was sucked.
The air in the cabin is getting hotter and hotter, which makes me puzzled. I woke up in a cold sweat. Black holes came at the spaceship like monsters. I realized: "it's over, I made an irreparable mistake, which caused the spacecraft to fall into a bottomless black hole."
The halo of the black hole is spinning wildly, and the spaceship is like a small ant in front of the black hole, occupying more than half of the sky. Because of the speed of the black hole, there is a strong gravitational effect in the spacecraft. Jack can't breathe under pressure. Just then, a huge recoil suddenly rushed over and almost crushed Jack's bones. He let out a cry and lost consciousness. ...
I woke up from my dream in fear and found that everything was a dream. But I was scared out in a cold sweat.
Senior one Chinese composition 1 1 Run hard in the smoky May. My friend struggled to overcome difficulties and obstacles in the raging fire. The flames are getting bigger and bigger, and the flames are flying around. The loud noise of wooden furniture burning is like the sound of the rails when I first took the train with my classmates when I was a teenager. Deep in her heart, those beautiful young shadows passed by in the commotion, so she jerked and wrapped the wet quilt, leaving only two eyes to carefully find the exit. I don't know how many scars and feelings I couldn't give up when I was young. I don't know how long it has been since she left the motherland where she was born and raised. I don't know who finally saved her from the fire.
Her 45-year-old life was rewritten again. She survived the fire in Jinzhou. Although everything she struggled for half her life was lost with the fire, she and her family are fine. So she suddenly remembered the shadow of her youth in the fire, the deep affection between several close classmates, and felt an unspeakable panic. She hasn't been back to her hometown for 28 years-those classmates and friends who get along with her day and night.
She can't forgive how easily she let those young years blowing in the wind. In fact, the unbearable feeling of first love seemed to completely freeze or dust her heart 28 years ago, but the fierce flame suddenly pulled him up 28 years ago, so she resolutely put down everything that could and could not be put down and hurried on the plane heading north.
When she set foot on the land of her hometown, it happened to be May when she left 28 years ago. The flowery sea of flowers suddenly made her understand that youth is a faint helplessness hidden in her hair. She has lost it for 28 years, and youth is a lingering feeling hidden in her heart. ...
Facing the most unforgettable classmate who walked through time together when she was young, she suddenly realized that she must live well and cherish the present. A fire woke her up from a 28-year coma. Only by experiencing can we know how to cherish and understand what we need to do and what we must forget. She feels that although youth is drifting away, the taste of youth has been engraved with meaningful meaning.
The outside world is still bright in spring, and the rich fragrance of flowers permeates the spring dusk, just like Li Qingzhao's "Flower shadow slams the door hard, curtain spreads the bright moon, good dusk." Dong Jun lost three times in two years, and returned, which is intended for this spring. "
In the cold winter, my grandparents finally came to my house. Grandpa suffers from bronchitis. He had a throat operation last year because of illness, and his voice was extremely weak. What's more, he can't stand a little cold and coughs whenever he encounters a little cold. In desperation, he had to move from his hometown in the country to the children's home in the city for the winter.
Just a few days into winter, I heard my grandfather and mother quarreling about installing air conditioners from time to time, and I wondered: Why should we install air conditioners at home? We already have four air conditioners in our house. It was not until one morning that my grandfather mentioned the installation of air conditioning to my mother at the dinner table that I realized that I had misunderstood before. My grandfather doesn't want to decorate my home with air conditioning, but he wants to decorate my old home with cold and warm air conditioning. I remember what my grandfather said at that time: "We can still take care of ourselves now, so you don't have to worry about us. Isn't it the same to come and live with you when we are too old to cook? " If I buy an air conditioner, I can live there. It's too cold to come back. Well, you won't know what we think until you are my age. "I know this sentence contains a lot of helplessness in my grandfather's heart.
Grandpa fled his hometown without his father's consent when he was young, and went to Qingdao to study at the university alone. I learned something and was assigned to Zhengzhou. I was promoted to the factory director at a young age. During the ten years of turmoil, grandpa didn't ask anyone for help even though he was labeled as a capitalist roader. He fled back to Kaifeng alone along the Yellow River levee. Later, he was rehabilitated and became the factory director. What's more, only people ask him for help, not others. After his retirement, Grandpa had no intention of staying in Zheng. He immediately returned to his hometown in Kaifeng and plowed several acres of fertile land with his grandmother. Until four years ago, grandpa was 74 years old and grandma was 77 years old, but he retired from the field and just planted some vegetables in the yard. No matter how cold the country is, grandpa will not come to Zhengzhou easily. In winter, he just burns a coal fire at home to keep warm.
Grandpa never asked others to help him when he was young. Now, even when he is old, he doesn't want to rely on others, even his own children. This may be the "dignity" that Grandpa often says to our grandson. Grandpa's dignity still has a lot of stubbornness, even a lot of childishness, which makes us feel a little puzzled, but this dignity is exactly what modern young people lack.
Perhaps, all this is the dignity of the elderly, perhaps their dreams, and their extravagant hopes for the independent life of the elderly.