Walking in the busy street, several young people dressed strangely caught my attention. They look so poor and arrogant in this street. One of them is rare, long hair shawl, and that golden hair reminds me of an animal-"golden monkey". There is also a woman whose hair is dyed like an art teacher's palette, her eyes are painted like pandas, and her cheeks are as pale as dead people. Her lips are as red as pig blood, which not only reminds me of the "zombie" on TV. Another woman's strange clothes are really unacceptable-she is wearing an oversized and thick bearskin vest with sleeves inside and a miniskirt below, but she is wearing a pair of furry "high felt boots". I really don't know whether she will spend winter or summer. It really responds to the saying "as long as you are elegant, don't be enthusiastic"

But are they elegant and beautiful in doing so? This made me lost in thought.

Everyone loves beauty, even if he denies it. What is beauty? Is that colorful hair and colorful figure nice? Is it an elegant person to dress like a bear in summer and wear light clothes in winter? Are people who make up like "demons" really temperamental people? No, not. True beauty is not affectation, but refreshing, natural and unpretentious. Is beauty made up? Listen to Lin Qingxuan: "There are three ways to make up for it. Third-rate makeup is the makeup on the face; Second-rate makeup is to change your physique. As long as a person has enough sleep and pays attention to exercise and shadow, he can improve his skin and be full of energy, which is much more effective than makeup. First-class makeup means changing your temperament, reading more, thinking more, being optimistic about life, having confidence in life, caring for others, loving yourself and having dignity. First-class makeup is the makeup of life. "

Many people look at external beauty, but the real beauty is actually internal beauty.

2. "I" composition 1

"When I grow up, I want to go to No.1 Middle School, study liberal arts and take an examination of Peking University!"

The little girl who said this upturned her face, proud and firm. At that time, the sun poured on the uncovered land, and everything was beautiful and clear. This gave the little girl the illusion that everything that belonged to her would be the best.

Both sides were surprised to meet their primary school classmates by chance. Then the other person was surprised and asked, "Why is your voice like this?"

"What's the matter?" I have a heavy nasal sound after laughing.

"When you were in elementary school, your voice was so bright and sharp that you could hear it all over the school without a microphone."

I shook my head, I don't remember. At first, there seemed to be a very popular girl who was called by the teacher every day and was busy hosting, singing, giving speeches and receiving awards. If she has a bright voice, she must respond proudly and sharply to everyone's cry.

In a word, that proud little girl is not me anymore.

In junior high school, I am still my favorite teacher, my beautiful grades and my good friend, but all my original literary talents have lost the courage to survive in front of piles of ten-level piano playing machines.

The friend said, "Oh, you can play the piano." The friend said, "Oh, you sing well." The friend said, "Oh, you draw really well." The friend said, "Oh, I cried when I read your novel."

Just like in Norwegian Forest, Muyue can only show her talents in front of Naoko and Watanabe, and I just make a scene among my friends like a beautiful little girl. To make matters worse, I began to get stage fright.

I didn't hesitate to write down the first middle school on my wish. Although my quality inspection score is as low as 600, the residual temperature of pride is flowing in my veins.

Someone said to me, "You've changed."

The first time I stood on the playground with yellow sand all over the sky, I was still very proud. My score is more than ten points higher than the fractional line. The happy eyes of the whole family and the shrinking distance towards the dream have made my pride multiply like a virus and swallowed up my confidence that I should have survived.

Soon I was like a big balloon punctured by a needle, shrinking into a soft rag without resistance. Exaggerated, "I have nothing but friends."

I feel like a polished pebble every day, losing its edges and corners. I asked myself, "Is it still me?"

There will be no answer to this question, just like Jackie Chan shouting at the sky in the movie: "Who am I?" No one can give him the same answer. Who am I? What am I like? Have I changed? Why have I changed? What have I become? Am I still me? ..... There is no answer to everything, no sky, no land, no wine, no me, and the essence of the world is nothing.

I think so, not because I am pessimistic, but because I have pushed the problem to the point where I don't need to solve it, so I can forget it.

Pride leaks, and other functions grow again. The moon goes round and round, and life goes round and round.

I'm a senior three now. Happiness is just one meter away, heaven is close at hand, and hell is not far away.

Chatting with my senior high school sister, listening to her retelling with relish the handsome guys and beautiful women of different ages, I suddenly feel old.

When I was a freshman, I chased handsome guys by express train.

In my sophomore year, I took the local train, hoping to meet more handsome guys.

In senior three, I rode a flying car in order not to be late for class in the morning.

When I was a freshman, I sat on the roof and chatted after school.

When I was a sophomore, I rushed out of the class magazine after school.

In senior three, I asked questions at school after school. After returning home, I took time to stay for a while before eating.

When I was a freshman, I saw people walking around.

When I was a sophomore, I saw someone calling hello.

When I was in senior three, my cheeks hurt when I saw people laughing.

When I was a freshman, I said I was going to die of inferiority.

When I was a sophomore, I said that life is precious.

In senior three, I said that life was boring.

……

I kept walking with my head down in high school, which made me pick it up ten times in three years. Sometimes, when inferiority sinks to the bottom, pride floats up temporarily. Because the water in the pool is too shallow, they shout and fly to the sky, forming a galaxy in the sky with a surface of * * *, revealing the truth and inferiority of large tracts.

After all, prepare for the worst, and then smile and thank life.

Wenyou said I changed so fast. Before, I was still feeling sorry for myself, and then pretended to be brave.

In fact, my inferiority and pride in my bones have never changed from beginning to end. They are contradictory and finally unified in the philosophy of life taught by my angel.

I'm a senior three now. I'm fine. I have a peaceful attitude towards my future choice: blindly following my dreams or surrendering to reality.

I keep guessing what it's like to walk on the university campus. How fast do you drive? Are you cowardly or brave? What songs do you like to sing? What radian do you smile at? What's your pet phrase? Do you still like watching handsome guys?

Also, that I, whether to walk with my head down or smile with my head up.

3. composition; When I was reading the composition, I had an epiphany in the bath, and I remembered one thing-I always wanted to write an article about the composition, but this time I always forgot to write one, with the momentum of writing like a spring (bath water).

I read this composition.

First of all, I want to quote:

I think composition is a new term created by China specifically for exam-oriented education. It has no social value in itself. If you see it clearly, it's worthless. No one will talk about composition in the examination room. The composition is only in the composition book, and there are only compositions in the composition book. The two complement each other. Two people are happy when they close the door, and others are stupid and happy.

The main tone and theme of my writing this article is to show that the composition is really rubbish. I wanted to compromise on this composition, but now I have gone back on my word. Even if I get 0 points for my composition, I won't write such useless rubbish.

I have said more than once that I can't write argumentative papers, but I also regret it. I found that I am good at writing, so I will write it for you today.

Of course, you need to have a good reason to be dissatisfied with something. You can think anything in your heart, and you must say it seriously. Therefore, in order to avoid emptiness, I specially studied the composition for a period of time and found some good compositions selected by famous teachers for everyone to read.

Han Han, chill!

Once I was leafing through books at my classmate's house. The bookcase is really short of calcium, and it is not tall, but it obviously prefers boys to girls and eats too much fat, so that although it is short, it is also tall-his house is full of composition books.

Looking around, I found an article that I was interested in, which was pointed out by a famous teacher. The name is Han Han, chilling! 》

If it is not irony, it is basically opposition. Turns out I was right. Not many children can write satire, but they can use it in real life. People who ask intrigues are deeply impressed.

The writing style is not flattering. First, I introduce Han Han, and then I say that he has long flowing hair and is very handsome. Finally, I haven't seen their so-called discussion center, but then I don't know how to say it suddenly, very suddenly:

If one day Han Han's literary thinking dries up like a tree, he will only write ... (I can't remember later)

This is what the famous teacher called a good article. What's the use of argumentative writing? Needless to say, I didn't like examples before Now let me give you an example. If I win 5 million today! Hehe, I should be happy, right? But I'm too worried to sleep-what if I'm so excited? What if I get robbed tomorrow? What if it was a dream?

……

So the author's words are meaningless. He said Han Han, why not talk about disabled writers such as Zhang Ailing? They all rely on words to get out of their own defects step by step, and words are the best way for them to express their thoughts. But you said: what if they can't write it? To put it bluntly, the author is a psychopath, and the famous teacher is also a psychopath. Click here.

Don't forget, Han Han can also drive a racing car.

To clarify, I'm not a fan of Korean Wave, I just think it's unfair.

I must add my own comments on how to write a composition, with the emphasis on feeling.

Take your time and describe it stiffly.

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Above, in case the level of writing is not clear in the future. In the process of reading a book, you are not watching the excitement. You can bring a notebook, in fact, to let you write down your feelings and running accounts from one thing.

7. Avoid God's perspective and feeling after reading. The full text has no structure, so it is impossible to get a high score, and it is impossible to get a high score. Write down the good words and sentences you see. Narrative is not called narrative, so be calm. I wrote a bunch, even if it was well described, it didn't inspire or make any sense. No matter how well the general composition topic is written, it will not get high marks, and it will not be successful in one step. Draw lessons from other people's structure and use it in your own composition;

1) Good words and sentences have no hierarchy.

4。 You're nobody else.

5, practice more by yourself. It is much easier to describe your feelings and practice, which will definitely improve your writing.

3, it can make you full of ideas, feel too little, have no feelings, even if there is, you can only try to figure it out from the expression. One or two articles a week is enough.

4) I feel more, but I don't feel anything at all. Not too much. Of course, more observation is also of great benefit to your description. You'd better recite it.

4. The format should be correct, don't write from the perspective of God, you will be killed in the end, better express your feelings, learn to find a topic, and your description will be better: no feelings.

Finally:

1。 How can others describe it vividly?

6. Don't write too much about other people's psychology. Look at the following aspects.

8, can be vivid and beautiful sentences, imitate more.

2。 Read it. Always write from a bystander's point of view and observe life more: there are too many things to sum up. You can't build a good car behind closed doors. No emotion, no description, no practical writing, and empty content.

2) Look at the frame structure, experience more, and you won't get high marks. Observe more and describe more.

2. Learn to integrate your emotions into your composition.

Never write a composition.

5。 I can only think so much. Read more books.

3) Learn from other people's descriptions, accumulate more and feel more outdoors.

3。 Accumulate a lot and then use it in your own composition to make it emotional and delicate. Feel the feelings written by others, and read more excellent compositions. Reading more books can make your feelings delicate. If I thought of it, I would add it.

5. Composition: How should I treat my (350 words) love, a beautiful word. However, what is true love? I never figured it out. I didn't understand the true meaning of love until that happened.

It was a noisy night. My father and I came to the night market. We talked about all kinds of goods as we walked. Suddenly we heard "Goo, Goo, Goo, Goo ……" When we heard the popularity, we saw some beautiful and lovely birds calling helplessly in a small cage, with their voices rising and falling. Among them, two beautiful birds caught my eye. One was green and yellow, and the other was pure white. I leaned down and saw the birds staring at me with clear eyes. Their eyes were so sad and wronged, as if begging me to save them from their suffering.

So I begged my father to buy it, and my father was finally persuaded by my golden words. I can't wait to lift the birdcage, and my eyes are cracked with laughter. They kept saying "Twitter …", as if to say "Thank you!" Thank you! "As soon as I got home, I was busy in the east and west, feeding them water for a while and feeding them for a while. Anyway, I can't be idle for a moment, as if I can't leave them for a moment. See which one they eat is more exciting than eating a big meal by myself.

In a blink of an eye, a month passed, and I gradually found that they were listless, their eyes stopped shining, they kept looking out, and sometimes they were restless. Seeing this, I thought: Are they homesick? They belong to nature and a free paradise outside. But we've been together for a month. Feelings go from shallow to deep, how can we let go? They spent my joys and sorrows with me, but when I saw them wasting away day by day, how could I not feel sympathy? If you love them, you should make them happy and let them live freely in their own space. Well, I must let them go back to the paradise of freedom.

On a warm spring evening, my mother and I came to the Woods in the suburbs. I reluctantly opened the cage door and whispered to them, "fly, fly, fly to your home, fly to your free paradise!" " "The birds seemed to hesitate for a while, but they quickly jumped out of the cage door and spread their wings to fly into the air. I saw them hovering over my head. Finally, they slowly flew out of my sight. Tears blurred my eyes. I leaned against my mother's arms and said to myself, "I wonder if they have anything to eat?" "Is there a place to sleep? Is it possible to find mom? Is it a shotgun that won't meet the bad guys? " My mother patted me and said, "Don't be sad. They'll be fine. They will learn to survive. Your love is their greatest happiness. "

Yes, my mother is right. My love is their greatest happiness. I hope everyone can be a caring child with me, love animals and make our world full of love and happiness!

6. How to write a 600-word composition about "I" and seek the details of "I"

Maybe one day, the stars in the sky will get tired of the gloomy sky and fall into the world, so let it fall into my arms! How I long to be a beautiful star! Grow up quietly and shine in the arms of world love. When I think like this, I am very young. I often sit alone on a small bench, look at the smiling stars in the sky, and then dream a beautiful dream. ...

However, as I grew up, I began to understand that this was just a dream, just a dream. The look in the mirror is too ordinary and not outstanding, and the test scores are worse every time, which makes me gradually feel that my life is destined to be ordinary, and everything is just a beautiful dream!

In fact, I also have advantages, such as: I draw well, I have done the main painting on the blackboard, and the article is well written ... However, everything is swallowed up by the heavy study pressure now, and everything has become a fleeting light. There is only a lot of helplessness and sadness left in my heart. Cold.

Life is like this, repeating day after day, with no beginning and no end.

Actually, I have many friends, but I am not happy. In front of life, in front of them, I learned to hide loneliness and sadness in my heart, feel it alone, and present my smiling face to others. Maybe in the eyes of others, I have always been happy. However, they don't know how many bitter tears there are behind this hypocritical smiling face.

The turning point began at that red dusk.

I only remember that it was a red dusk, as red as blood.

Pu Shu's "Life is like Summer Flowers" is still playing in the earphone. This is the first time I have listened to it 102, and I can never get tired of listening to it. Life is really like summer flowers, as simple as that! However, the only difference is that life is so long and endless.

Read a book.

I read an article today called "I am myself". It is a good article. I don't know how to evaluate, let alone talk nonsense. Just two words: "very good", really good. I am myself! What a shocking sentence! I am myself, I am myself! I don't have outstanding looks and amazing achievements, but I am me! Isn't a person born happy? I want to be happy!

From that day on, I decided to turn over a new leaf and start from scratch! I don't want to think about those annoying things, what nonsense loneliness, what nonsense loneliness, get out! I don't want to think about anything now, whether it's sadness or loneliness. It's happiness to sit alone under the bright starry sky and look at the smiling stars in the sky.

Perhaps, I am really small, for this world, I may not be as good as a speck; But, for myself, I am the world! Although I am still very ordinary and not beautiful, I still have to say with confidence, "Be myself!" " ! I am still the most beautiful star in my heart. ...

7. Composition (1) How to write about me, a confident girl. In the ocean of growing up, I enjoy the happiness of success and the pain of failure. They always knock on my door from time to time, and together with them, I have made myself confident and accepted the baptism of wind and rain.

The busy mid-term exam has passed, and everything has temporarily returned to its former calm, but my heart is still beating and I have not forgotten my nervousness during the exam.

I will never forget that day, the first Chinese exam in my life that made my heart beat faster. In retrospect, my hands are still cold and I keep sweating.

At eleven o'clock that day, when I finished all the Chinese examination papers, the stone in my heart fell to the ground and I looked up the questions happily. However, when reading the composition, it seems that a pot of cold water was suddenly poured in winter, and my heart was completely cold. God, my composition is beside the point. Maybe I was wrong. I was too nervous. How is that possible? However, my intuition and the facts in front of me tell me that it is really beside the point. Suddenly, I was shocked.

What shall we do? Rewrite a new one. However, time must end. I don't look at my watch carefully. It is definitely not enough. How come... I seem to see time slip through my fingers. No, no, come back! Tears filled my eyes. Why is it my turn? My hands keep rubbing against each other. How I wish time could come again!

No way! There is still more than half an hour, which is ok, otherwise I will be anxious for these hours. Anyway, pain is pain!

That important moment, I think. I hesitated between writing and not writing, and finally, reason finally made me decide to fight. Believe firmly and think confidently, I can do it. I am a confident person. What I try to do will succeed. Where there is a will, there is a way.

It's now 1 1 point 10, and it's still half an hour before the exam ends. I sat down with my composition paper. As soon as I got the pen, I began to write quickly. "Regret can be redeemed," I wrote. Thinking of the failure and success of the English exam, I quickly constructed an article.

Slow down, slow down, don't go too fast. I prayed in my heart. My hands are shaking, my heart is shaking, and I feel that I am working hard all over.

Finally, this long-awaited article finally came out. It's eleven thirty-seven. I really feel great. In such a short time, I succeeded. I think I have created a miracle.

The test paper was handed in. Although it is a short-term work, I still believe in it and myself confidently. I won't fail this time. The next week, the score came out, 90 points, although not the best, although the composition also deducted a lot, but I was still in high spirits, it was the first time I completed the composition exam in an extremely tense short time. It strengthened my confidence and witnessed my poor experience.

Nothing is impossible in the world. Impossible is not impossible, but it is not impossible. Believe in yourself and do what you dare not do, and we will see success beckoning to us.

I am confident that I will continue my journey of growth and still accept the test of wind and rain. However, there is a precious memory in my memory and a confidence in my faith.