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An echoing beginning and end.
No matter in school or in society, everyone must have been exposed to composition. The composition must focus on the theme and elaborate on the same theme. No rambling, lax theme or even no theme. So how to write a general composition? The following is the story I collected for you. Welcome to read the collection.

A wonderful beginning and end echoed from beginning to end.

First of all, reiterate the method of starting.

The first paragraph: It is said that the ship of life is inseparable from the ideal sail, and the ideal of life is for the ideal life, but the happiest time in the ideal life is the flower season of dreams.

Tail: In the flower season, I hope I can always remember the good motto of the sages-"The ship of life cannot be separated from the ideal sail, and the ideal of life is for the ideal life."

(selected from the perfect composition of the senior high school entrance examination "Flower Season with Dreams")

Second, the transformation sentence method

The first paragraph: smile is a ray of warm sunshine in winter, which can make cold people forget the severe frost; Smile is a colorful rainbow among friends, which can make hostile people forget hatred; Smile is an upward force in adversity, which can make people forget the sorrow in adversity.

Smile is the best gift that life gives me.

Tail: It is a warm smile like sunshine that melts the severe frost; It is that rainbow-like smile that puts down hatred; It is a smile full of upward power, leaving sadness behind.

I thank life for giving me such a good gift-smile! (Selected from the student exercise "Smile is the Best Gift for Life")

Third, the question and answer method

The first paragraph: What is life? Life is an erratic cloud, rising and falling? Is life a towering tree? Is life a river running towards the sea, and it never gives up day and night?

Tail: life tells me: life is a cloud, running for the ideal; Life is a tree, always going up for the ideal; Life is a river, persistent for the ideal.

(Selected from the student exercise "What is Life")

Fourth, the beginning and end of the argumentative paper

The first paragraph: there is a kind of brilliance that hangs over the spiritual home of the Chinese nation; There is a flame dancing on the Olympic Mountain in soul of china; There is a kind of flame that has warmed the feelings of civilization for thousands of years, and that is friendliness.

Tail: We can't lose confidence in fighting ugliness because of repeated injuries, because we need to protect our spiritual fire-friendliness.

(From the perfect composition "Guarding the Fire of the Spirit"

Second, the model essay echoed from beginning to end

Sweetness and pain are only known by personal experience. Every step we take, we always feel and experience the changes around us.

Growth is to keep trying and accumulating experience in order to mature.

Under the dim light, I stared at this cup of tea, and the impact of boiling water again and again made me feel the fragrance of tea.

The sweetness in bitterness is also occupied by my greedy mouth. The hazy eyes outline the hazy memory, but the memory is no longer hazy.

Too much homework "makes it difficult for us" to have fun, and the teacher's seriousness "inhibits" laughter and heavy pressure, and "creates" us in our dreams-growing troubles.

Open the heavy book of memories, a little bit of thoughts, perhaps some tireless looking back on the past.

When I first arrived, a fragile me was targeted at the "weakness" by the "enemy", and that fragile me was sacrificed on the battlefield of "blood", but I stood up again with the phrase "reading with a light in my sleep and ringing a bell in my dream".

In those years, I was lost in the dark. After the research, sometimes I also found a lawn that has not yet withered and yellow, sometimes it is in front of my desk, beside the window sill, watching the rows of trees standing in the distance struggling, just to give off the last touch of bright green.

What trees are those? I don't know, but what does it matter? As long as it's a tree, it's enough.

When I watch them in a daze, my heart will be full of thoughts. When my eyes return to the tree, my mood will be suddenly enlightened, and the pressure will be gone. I will devote myself to my busy study.

As if the fragrance of tea filled the "world", my mood was boiling.

My efforts have overcome my troubles and everything, making it seem like the last bright green, and also releasing the brilliance equivalent to summer.

"Teenagers don't know what it's like to be bored", but anyone who relaxes at this turning point is "a swamp thousands of miles away, a thorn bush thousands of miles away".

On the contrary, if it is hard work and perseverance, what awaits you is "a bright future, green mountains and green waters."

Do you really want your troubles to turn into a wisp of smoke, haunt your soul and make you bored and upset?

If growth is a work, then worry is a typo hidden deep in the paragraph; If growth is a blank sheet of paper, then worry is a flaw stuck on the back.

These tiny things seem deja vu, and they seem to bother us all the time. In the growing nature, learning, which was once like a breeze, has been attacked by storm-like learning and pressure, blowing away the depths of memory.

My hands can't feel the temperature of the tea, and the clear fog that pervades the room has quietly disappeared.

Taste the water of "having fun in bitterness" more attentively, taste the troubles of growing up, "being bored", time is "walking" and experience is "more". After tasting tea again, the "bitterness" seems to disappear with the temperature and the time measured by heart. ...

The beginning and end of the triple echo

The first day's trip to Nandaihe was over, but I was tossing and turning in a soft bed, and the sound of high tide came from my ears, like thunder.

At this time, the sea in my heart is also undulating, and the sound of the waves brings me back to the slippery battlefield of Changli Gold Coast. ...

Finally, I looked back at the picturesque sand mountain. The beautiful and elegant curve of the first sand skiing is deeply imprinted in my mind.

I don't remember any famous person who once said, "The first swallow is not spring.

But without the first swallow, spring will not come. "Yes, the first discovery was unexpected; The first footprint is proud; The first successful smile is a new feeling.

The first proof, it is countless firsts, wrote a colorful life journey.

At first, time was in a hurry. Inadvertently, an innocent little girl grew into a mature girl in the flower season.

Looking back on the growth of 16 years, that series of deep or shallow growth footprints can not help but pull me into a faint reverie.

At the end, my thoughts flew back, and I suddenly found that the footprints of growth were actually printed on the sentence "Do your own thing", and life became more valuable. "Self" no longer just means "me", but us, our collective and our country. ...

That string of growing footprints, you tell the true meaning of life: "do your own thing."

The first day's event, although only a few minutes, made me unforgettable for life, because it won my first applause.

At the end, I will never forget the first applause, because it brought me far more than congratulations, and there is another important truth: hard work will definitely be richly rewarded.

At first, when I came to my stepfather's house, I looked at the house with hostility. I feel that I am far away from this home.

Glittering ice ridges hung under the eaves, and melted ice water dripped on the wall from time to time along the bricks.

Finally, when I look at this home again, I feel that there is no distance between me and this home.

When I entered the third grade, I heard from my brothers and sisters that the pressure of the third grade was like a mountain, which made you breathless.

Is it true?/You don't say. After more than half a year's study, I gained some experience.

Finally, I looked up and found the pressure smiling at me.

Suddenly found that the pressure is really cute, and the third grade full of pressure is really cute.

Don't be afraid in the face of pressure, because pressure is like a spring. Strong is weak, weak is strong.

When your strength is stronger than pressure, you will be surprised to find that pressure is actually cute.

Facing pressure is actually a kind of enjoyment.

At first, I had other life besides studying.

It is like a quiet jungle. Whenever I am tired of swimming in the ocean of knowledge, I will step into this jungle, smell the flowers, listen to the birds and relax myself.

At the end of my after-school life, my tension is relieved every time and I study life calmly.

At the beginning, this page of white paper was spread out, and I thought quietly. The first face that flashed through my mind was grandpa.

My good grandfather is lying in the hospital at the moment, waiting for me to send him the good news of success.

His love, like a trickle, like a spring rain, always moistens my heart.

Today, on this small piece of manuscript paper, I can't express my deep affection for grandpa in words. I'm worried about my grandfather's health. I am proud of having such a good grandfather.

As the saying goes, a distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor.

This sentence is absolutely correct.

I have such a good neighbor.

Finally, this is my good neighbor, an ordinary nosy good neighbor.

At the beginning, there is a determined and serious face, a high nose, and a pair of intense eyes under heavy eyebrows.

The tall and burly figure is even a bit daunting.

This is my father.

Finally, affection is an invisible line, which strings the affection of relatives into a long river.

A very ordinary pen often makes me think.

At first, his lost face clearly appeared in my mind; His gentle words echoed in my ears again.

He is the master who took the trouble to send me to and from school for two years and painstakingly taught me.

Finally, what I regret most is that grandpa left forever without waiting for all our children to be admitted to the university, but what he left me was a permanent memory.

It started raining endlessly, which was really annoying.

The last class was finally over, and the students all went back talking and laughing.

I was the only one left in the classroom, and I was blocked by what happened in the examination room just now.

Alas! Should I make it clear to the teacher?

Finally, it rained harder and harder. I walked with an umbrella and a brisk pace on the gravel road washed by rain.

At this moment, my mood is particularly happy, because I have two big gains today: first, I beat myself and didn't help others cheat; Secondly, I understand that the trust between teachers and students is mutual.

Rain, how nice!

Start with "Wow, that xx star is really cool!" What? People call it' clear water produces hibiscus, natural carving'.

"Alas, God is so unfair!"

Those people at the back of the classroom are complaining again.

I really want to tell them: looks are given by our parents, and we can't choose. However, we should remember that when God closes a window, he will also open another window.

Finally, I always keep this sentence in mind as a motto. Thank it for pointing out the course for me and letting me find my own coordinates and position.

No matter when and where, no matter what difficulties I encounter, I will tell myself: Go ahead and find your window!

At the beginning of the night, it was quiet, there was no wind or rain. The moon hung safely in the sky and played a game of hide-and-seek with a few clouds playfully.

When it is so quiet that even the sound of flowers blooming can be heard, she appears to be behind the times.

Holding a book in his left hand and a pen in his right hand, he fidgeted at the table and played the Book Symphony.

"Hua Hua" and "Sasha Vujacic", the voice is cadenced, one after another.

Sometimes strong, sometimes soft and slow.

Like Assi jumping on the moon, dancing like a golden snake.

It's really lively.

She broke the peace of the night, but she didn't regret it at all and went her own way.

She called this overbearing and shameless behavior happiness.

In the end, the moon felt a little sleepy, and the light was still stubborn. ...

At the beginning, "Beautiful Phantom only sold for three years"! "How cute!" Familiar conversations are ringing in my ears again, and I can't forget the happy smiles of American sisters.

It was that practice that made me dare to talk to strangers, learned to help others, and made me two special friends.

Finally, this is a meaningful and unforgettable exercise!

When I first saw this proverb, I couldn't figure out its meaning.

Walking a hundred miles, we have already walked 90 miles, and there are still ten miles to go, and we will reach our destination.

Why do you say this is just halfway? I took this question to ask the teacher.

The teacher explained it for a long time, but I was still dubious, but it wasn't long before I had a personal experience in a physical education class.

In the end, yes, ten miles is a short journey of ninety miles, but it is the key.

In sports, don't the last second of the sprint, the last jump of the high jump and the last throw on the football field all reflect the truth of "a hundred miles and a half"? Only at the last minute can we succeed, otherwise we will fall short.

At first, I lost a sincere friendship because I didn't know how to cherish it.

Finally, now that I have new friends, we all know how to cherish the hard-won friendship, so the flower of friendship we planted is beautiful, like a white and flawless Bai Baihe.

But whenever I am free, I always think of my lost friendship.

In this way, I once again realized: "People always know how to cherish after losing it." Friend, cherish what you have.

Don't wait until you lose it to taste the mixture of helplessness and regret.

Especially cherish the hard-won friendship.

Everyone must have parents and elders when they first lived in this world.

When I was a child, I often listened to my parents' education "I want to be filial", but to be honest. It was not until that day that I deeply understood filial piety …

Finally, on the way home, I held my father's hand. He is two heads taller than me.

I feel that he is getting taller and taller, not only in figure but also in mind.

I looked up and told my father loudly, "Dad, I learned the truth of filial piety from you." "Oh, really?" Dad smiled.

I found that his smile is very similar to grandpa's.

I secretly made up my mind that I would treat my parents and all the elders like my father treated my grandfather.

How many past events left waves in my mind.

Finally, with the passing of the memory wave, the remaining memories gradually fade away, but every time I open the drawer, a beautiful stamp album appears in front of me, and my thoughts often take me back to primary school, the enlightenment place of my life.

Clever metaphor, fascinating

Finally, childhood life is like a river, flowing happily.

There are many interesting things, such as goldfish, swimming in the river I remember. ...

At first, the moonlight was bright, like shining white silk, filled with peace and tranquility.

I took my mother's hand and stood on the street corner, waiting for my brother to come home from school late.

It was not cold, but the street was quiet and empty, and I waited impatiently. My mother waited patiently and looked at the wide and white road. My mother said, "I'm used to waiting like this all the time." "My heart stood on end, my eyes blurred in my mother's thin figure.

Finally, my mother stood motionless in the moonlight before my eyes, only to know that no matter what happened, those nights in my memory will always be so beautiful.