The test paper was issued and the score was pitifully low. This score is like a strong lightning, which makes my whole body limp and my heart ached. I only feel that a ferocious devil is devouring my mind and soul step by step. Tears flow into my heart silently.

It's grade three now. What do I know and understand? I can't help asking myself, but I don't know the answer. A string of sour tears flowed down the cheeks to the feet.

The reality is cruel. "Moscow does not believe in tears." When I was a child, I was used to seeing the rosy sea and listening to the words like maple leaves, and I was cared for in a colorful world. Inadvertently, I have entered a gray day from colorful sunshine and flowers, and I want to fly again! But I'm so overwhelmed. I was surprised to find that I lacked a pair of strong wings. After losing it, I only learned one thing-tears. I always feel that I have suffered a lot but no one comforts me;

I always feel that I have experienced a lot of ups and downs, survived a lot of loneliness but no one cares; I always feel that I work hard, but I don't get much. Listening to the flood of applause for the winners and watching the gorgeous flowers bloom for the winners, tears became my only vent.

However, a voice said, "There are tears in your eyes and a rainbow in your heart ..." This voice kept expanding and seemed to break my eardrum. Is it really "tears in eyes and rainbow in heart"? I keep asking myself. I recalled and pondered, trying to find the answer. Is there a flower of victory that has been watered by sweat, a fruit of success that has not been baptized by wind and rain, and a sweet smile that has not been soaked by bitter water ... I can't seem to find a definite answer-because the rainbow in my heart is the crystallization of tears.

I finally understand that tears not only show that you have a confused past and a vicissitudes past, but also show that you are a weak person. It makes me understand: If winter comes, can spring be far behind? From this, I firmly believe that there is a sunset and a sunrise, and the moon will always be round without it. As long as my dream is still there, as long as I am down-to-earth and steady, I will surely usher in a sunny tomorrow.

In the third grade, I finally know what to learn and what to know. It's time to dry your tears, pick up the long-forgotten smile and courage to go on the road.

Maybe I will still cry, but I have found the key to happiness in my heart.

2

That day, I found the key to happiness.

I looked around and my heart was covered with dust. I live here alone, and the cold has invaded my brain. In this world, all I see is intrigue and mutual destruction between people, so I confine myself in my inner room.

I have been suffering from loneliness since I was sensible. I don't want to see people's ugly faces, I don't want to, I never want to ... My eyes rested on that lock, which was covered with dark brown rust. It completely locked my heart.

I found a piece of paper stuffed in the door, so I picked it up gently. It says: Too many tears can only turn your mind into a swamp. Too much sadness can only make you more lonely! In fact, you don't have to shut yourself in your inner room. Open the locked door and you will find the world full of sunshine.

I took the rusty key out of my pocket and inserted it into the keyhole trembling. "Pa", accompanied by the sliding of the lock, the first ray of sunshine from the east entered this dusty hut and stung my eyes. I tried to get out of the hut, and the warm sunshine spread all over me. I feel that the ice in my heart begins to melt slowly, and my cold heart begins to get hot. This feeling used to be so elusive!

When the whole body warmed up, I rubbed my stinging eyes and began to observe the world slowly: the roads were orderly, people helped the old and took care of the young and gave in to each other; In the park, people take a leisurely walk, flowers and plants try to embrace more sunshine, under the eaves, old people lie on bamboo chairs and enjoy the sunshine bath, on the playground, children run freely in the sunshine ... I find everything is so beautiful!

I came to the embrace of the earth, running with horses, swimming with fish, listening to birds singing, watching eagles flying in the sky, and then shouting "Ah ……" to vent all the anguish accumulated in my heart. I also found that learning to be happy was so simple!

At this moment, a voice shouted to me, "Come into the crowd! Come into the blue sky! Come to earth! Don't let the cold heart stop you, let yourself go, open the locked door, open your heart and embrace the sunshine. Maybe you will shout: What a wonderful world! "

I am very happy, that day, I found the key to happiness!

The color of happiness

The deep sky endured the temporary ravages of lightning storms, and only in this way can the sun shine brightly;

The vast sea contains turbulent waves for a while and surges for a while;

Colorful world, contains the temporary pride of fresh green leaves, full of spring.

When the spring rain, breeze and running water play the songs of spring happily, the spring breeze blows the earth. Between the bare branches, you sprout again, full of vitality, and the green leaves show endless vitality. At first, it was a faintly visible green bud, and the branches were dotted with the elegant face of a veiled girl. You suck the milk of Mother Earth heartily. After a few days, you stretch your green body and dance like a green fairy. With the breeze swaying in the branches, isn't that enviable green a brand-new life? Isn't it the happiness that has been bred for a long time?

In the golden wind of October, you danced lightly and spun down. It seems simple, but you have experienced four seasons. You grow old gracefully, full of vicissitudes. At the last breath of my life, I spared no effort to paint a picture of nature in autumn, leaving people with the last trace of beauty. Isn't it? Under the high and clear sky, isn't it colorful because of you? You don't have the elegance of peony, the fragrance of osmanthus and the elegance of daffodils. You are too ordinary to see. But who can deny your inner character? "Although peony is good, it needs green leaves to support it." Aren't you painting with the blood of life? Even the remaining green plants show people hope and convey the message of happiness.

You're not heartless, I get it. Decidedly fall from the branch that gave birth to you, not to fully show and show yourself, but to protect the flowers and turn them into spring mud until the next year when the mountain flowers bloom. ...

I'm glad to have you on the trip, so it won't be hot and dark; Fortunately, your existence in life will not be boring; I am glad that you exist in the world, so it will not be monotonous and colorless. Fallen leaves, let me pick up your weak body and kiss your yellowish veins.

[Full score composition 2]

The color of happiness

On the Gobi desert, a big, bad wolf came from a distance, scaring many gathered plant sisters to stop talking at once. The dust raised by the wolf was swept away, and all the plant sisters started talking about it again. No one noticed that there was a seed falling from the wolf beside him. It's too small.

"The Flower Fairy will hold a tryout to choose the most beautiful color in the flower world!" Cactus said with a face of elders. Plant sisters rushed to sign up. "The flower fairy has a prize!" The little seed can't help whispering, how much she is looking forward to seeing the flower fairy. He leaned in carefully and asked respectfully, "Can I sign up?" When the plants saw the funny look of the little seed, they laughed. "What's your name?" Cactus looks impatient.

"My name is Yimi."

Yimi ignored other people's attitudes and began to put long roots in the sand. One day, the camel thorn passed by, "You little fellow, how come there is only one!" " Say that finish, he raised his thick roots. "Maybe he didn't make it to that day ..." Alhagi shook his head and left, and no one passed by one meter again.

Emil endured silently. For the water of life, it keeps taking root, even if the hard sand makes it ache. It remembers her mother once said that every petal of it is the most beautiful color. In this long five years, Yimi did not show off her new clothes as early as other plant sisters. She's been looking.

The audition began, and the flower fairy arrived as promised. The most weighty cactus on the Gobi Desert can't wait to unfold its "red skirt". "Look at my red skirt, this is my happiest color." The flower fairy nodded her head. The camel thorn also stepped forward, and the yellow dress unfolded for the second time. It smiled and said, "With my embellishment, there is happiness in the desert."

It's Amy's turn to play "Wow!" Everyone's eyes are lit up. "Four-color flower, this is a four-color flower!" The flower fairy couldn't help crying excitedly. Yimi proudly said, "It took me five years to save energy. It is the clear groundwater that makes my white petals, the early morning sunshine that makes my red petals, and the fine sand and sky that make my gold and light blue. "

In the applause of the plant sisters, Yimi took two lines of tears to the stage of success. At this moment, it wants to tell everyone, "Work hard for life and you will have the happiest color!" "

[Full score composition 3]

The color of happiness

On the road of life, people are always striving for happiness. Looking back suddenly, I found that youth was so gorgeous.

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Some people say that youth is fiery red. It symbolizes the unrestrained enthusiasm, boiling life and prosperous career of young people. Can you believe it? Look at the flashing sparks on the scaffolding, the rushing iron flow by the steelmaking furnace, and the surging red flag in front of Tiananmen Square. ...

Some people say that youth is emerald green. It symbolizes life, breeds hope and represents the future. Do not believe you see the tireless swaying under the easel, the persistent pursuit by the piano, and the vigorous prancing on the sports field. ...

Some people say that youth is snow-white, symbolizing the pure mind, selfless quality and naive fantasy of young people. Do not believe you see the splash in the river, the snowman standing in the snow, and the white clouds shuttling in the sky. ...

It is also said that youth is black, symbolizing the pain of lovelorn, the helplessness of losing the future, and the sigh of losing knowledge and reason. If you don't believe me, look at the beggars wandering in the street, the girls selling in the market, and the delinquents repenting in the high walls. ...

Some people say that youth is blue. It symbolizes the broad mind, broad future and development space of young people. If you don't believe me, look at the fighter planes flying at high altitude, the airship patrolling the ocean, and the Ulan Qi Mu galloping on the grassland ... This beautiful color is as wide as the sea and as quiet and pure as the sky. At the moment when our eyes touched it, our hearts rolled in the sea like waves and flew in the sky like birds.

I want to say that youth has no color. It is a transparent drawing paper, waiting for you to draw, write and color. Only through the flower season, out of the rainy season, with sweat and wisdom, can youth present all kinds of gorgeous colors. Some people are not unlucky in life, but have created their own unfortunate lives.

Who says that only a hundred flowers can be colorful, and who says that only a rainbow can be colorful, and our youth will have the most touching colors? My friend, if you want to find a happy color in the picture of youth, then you don't want your parents to pass it on, you don't want your friends to give you gifts, and you don't want God to give you gifts. Because the brush is in our own hands!

[Full score composition 4]

The color of happiness

There is no green on the land, which people call barren; There is no green in the desert, so people call it Gobi. There is no green in the heart, people call it barren ... The word "green" has been deeply rooted in people's hearts, and it has become a word used more and more frequently in our lives, and it has gradually become a kind of appeal and cry that gives life.

Probably because of the heavy snow, the sky is exceptionally clear, and the "snow quilt" covering the earth in the sun is so dazzling. The breeze blew, and the wind was mixed with a faint fragrance of earth, and I realized that spring was coming!

When the "snow quilt" was overturned by the sun, waves of clear waves rose in the fields, so conspicuous. What is that? In this chilly spring season, animals still hibernate, and plants still enjoy the dream of "falling leaves and returning to their roots". What is the green in the field? Spring is full and picturesque. Oh, it's a green rape, a rape that shows the true colors of life. "The blade kicks out of the mill, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold." It is in the struggle against heavy snow and cold wind that rape keeps and reveals its true colors. Its firm belief and strong perseverance are the source of life.

People often say that green decoration hopes. This is undoubtedly another understanding and interpretation of green. Young trees sprouted and grass crawled out of our heads, and we realized that the scene of spring was about to unfold. Seeing rows of neat trees and patches of neat farmland growing green day by day, we know that green will bring us a promising tomorrow.

Unfortunately, it seems that there are few green articles throughout the ages, but there are countless articles about peony, chrysanthemum and lotus. What "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more", what "lotus is a gentleman in flowers", what "chrysanthemum is a hermit in flowers", and so on. I think, if the flowers leave the green leaves, will they still shine? If the land leaves the decoration of grass, will it flourish? If life leaves the green embellishment, will the dream of life be so beautiful?

Friend, spring is coming, stretch yourself! The green in front of you may become the starting point of your happy life! A few sparrows are missing from the window. They flew over my bed hand in hand. I think they may be looking for another place where they belong. ...

I sat alone at the window speechless, I didn't know what I was thinking, and my heart was in a mess. I miss someone in my heart, but I can't say her name. I only feel that at the moment when the sparrow flew away, my heart seemed to fly away, and I went to find an unknown place, leaving only a lonely body.

I flew over the "Bridge of Friendship", and with every step, I miss her more. My every step is in rhythm and melody. Huan, where are you? Do you know I miss you day and night? You may have forgotten me long ago, but I won't forget that we studied English together and played with boys. We play while others are learning English, and we are still playing when others are playing, but our English scores have always been among the top in our class. I don't know why. When I am with you, I seem to have forgotten all my unhappiness. Huan, do you remember the day you transferred to another school in the third grade? I didn't study anything during the day and didn't sleep at night. But who knows, not long after, you dropped out of school because of family changes, and went to Xiamen to work alone before finishing the third grade. I haven't heard from you since you left. It's been two years. We haven't seen each other for almost two years, but who knows, we've only known each other for three years. I have been asking myself: will our three-year friendship disappear with two years of silence? But I was wrong, but I was wrong. Since you called me that night, I firmly believe that our friendship will never change. I know you have been very helpless and happy in the past two years. I hope the wind energy will convey my thoughts to you, and I hope you will be happy.

In spring, friends are like green wicker, blowing my cheeks; In summer, my friends are like lotus flowers in the pond, always giving me the taste of missing; In autumn, friends are like slowly falling maple leaves, blessing me in obscurity forever; In winter, friends are like white snow flying all over the sky, always bringing me light.

Huan, I left one for you in my classmate's record when I graduated from grade three. I believe that if there is an opportunity, you will personally write me a blessing, because the days we have passed together have you and me. ...

With a flick of a finger, three years of junior high school life is over. Looking back on the days we walked together, it is like a novel, with waves, calmness, beginning and climax.

Stepping into the junior high school gate, we met; In the days to come, we got to know each other.

When I first entered junior high school, I didn't know the rules. Some people in physical education class casually "ate melon seeds". As a result, our PE teacher found out and criticized us. Then the head teacher made the decision to "pick up a hundred melon seeds on the playground". From then on, no matter what class you take, everyone will never eat snacks again.

I remember at a class meeting, the class teacher smiled with a newspaper and said, "The article of' Little Writer' in our class has been published again. This time, it was published in a famous national newspaper ... "As soon as the voice fell, thunderous applause broke out in the classroom. This applause contains some pride and some encouragement. The "little writer" couldn't hold back his excitement and went to the podium to tell everyone about his writing experience. Finally, I shook out a sentence: "I hope we can walk together well every day."

In the second day of junior high school, Xiaoying, a deskmate, broke her right leg, making it difficult to walk. But homework is essential, so we take turns to pick her up by bike. Xiaoying didn't fall behind and still studied with us. Xiaoying's mother was very moved and said, "You children are so kind!" "We smile at one another, and I don't know who said that." Since we are going together, let's go together! "

In a friendly atmosphere, we walked hand in hand into the third grade. The whole class is trudging, and I just "turned on the red light" at this juncture. Everyone else sped up the motor and rushed forward, but I was forced to "stop for maintenance". I was so anxious that my relaxed nerves suddenly tightened. I carry a pack of exercises and simulated test papers every day, running between school and home. At school, the teacher's anxious expression made me fidget; At home, my parents' high expectations make me feel guilty. I began to taste the pain of being defeated. But for the competition, I got up again and tried my best to walk through this "rapids" with everyone.

Looking back on the days we walked together, it seems like reading a novel. The author of this novel is none other than ourselves. Now I have read it from beginning to end. Although naive, I think it's quite interesting, because that's the day we walked together!

Happiness is always too short, just like our youth.

The days we spent together were beautiful, like the brightest flowers in the dark, blooming quietly and warming my lonely heart. The days we walked together were pure, like the gentle afternoon wind, gently blowing through my smiling and sad face. The days we walked together are very short, like a cloud floating to the horizon, just out of my sight, farther and farther away, I can't stay.

It's another year of late autumn. I vaguely remember that we all had the same joy and pursuit last year. In those days when there was no glitz, we lived a quiet and beautiful life. Often talk about the future life together, often happy because of dreams, and often say that we will be together forever. But unconsciously, time quietly flows through the faces we once laughed at, and the days we walked together are beautiful! But she has blurred our sad and nostalgic eyes because of parting!

I really don't want to leave like this. There is a feeling of being more sad after leaving, and there is a feeling that you can only cherish it after losing it. I want to tell you how sad I am that I didn't leave you too much happiness in the days we walked together, but I didn't leave any footprints after all, so let's leave silently. I wonder, at the moment I leave, can I make a gorgeous turn?

Happiness is always too short, just like our youth. At the best moment of life, we met together. Now we understand that the most beautiful meeting is not actually the cross of scratching eyes, the fleeting glimpse in the vast sea of people, or the instantaneous solidification of time and space. Perhaps it is a kind of calm, like a white stone falling into warm water, quietly crossing the water surface and slowly sinking into the bottom of the cup, naturally infiltrating, with a clear beauty. Our meeting may be like this, plain and real.

I often think of the time when I was a child, looking up at the blue sky quietly with my cheeks, full of fantasy, and always wondering when I would grow up. But I grew up quietly in the process of expecting to grow up, and the memories I thought I would never forget were slowly forgotten in my nostalgia. We met silently, and now we are separated silently. Everything is simple and natural, leaving no trace, but why is my memory so clear? Makes people think of crying.

I have long understood that in this autumn leaf falling season, we will leave each other like every year, and we will move towards separation.

In the future, each has its own direction. In this season of separation, I really don't want to cry and say goodbye to you, but can I keep our life in a hurry?

We can't leave footprints. Let's remember them in the most beautiful way. In the depths of my memory, there is your smile, which is a beautiful scenery in my life and will not be forgotten.

The days we passed together just passed by in a hurry. Will I be sad about this separation next autumn? Maybe the heavy snow will bury all the traces we have passed and bear the fruit of our meeting next year.

When can we live together again? Friends, let's cherish the happiness that once belonged to us. Meet again, let's wait with sincerity and blessings.

The days we walked together recorded our joys and sorrows, which was the purest and most beautiful expression of our true feelings. Time is gone, but true feelings are eternal.

I won't forget the days we spent together, and neither will you and me, because you and I have enriched the days we spent together.

Friends who walked together, I will miss you! Take care! 1 of "hoo-",a cold wind blew, and I couldn't help shivering. I looked up at the big trees around me. The leaves have turned yellow, some have even withered, and others are swaying slightly in the wind. I can't help but realize that autumn has come quietly. In the face of the arrival of autumn, I have an inexplicable sadness, which may be my yearning for my grandmother, so the scene six years ago reappears in my mind. ...

It was a drizzling autumn day. When I heard the beep, I knew the train would arrive in a few minutes. At this moment, grandma and I must have a thousand words to say to each other. At this time, I saw grandma's eyes red, and two lines of clear tears slipped from grandma's cheeks. Looking at grandma's sad appearance, I forced out a smile and said to her, "Grandma, don't be sad, I will definitely come back to see you then ..." Grandma smiled and nodded at me with tears in her eyes.

Looking at my grandmother's kind face, I can't help feeling a little sour: I remembered that my grandmother always left me things I didn't want to eat on weekdays, and I groaned when I had a headache late at night, and my grandmother was anxious to sweat for me ... especially that incident, which made me remember the most. Because I have lived in the south for a long time, I have lived in my grandmother's house in the north for a few days. My skin is allergic and I have been scratched by itching in many places. Grandma looked at my ulcerated skin and felt very distressed. For this reason, she went to the county hospital alone and bought me a lot of medicines for internal and external use. Twenty days have passed in an instant, and my skin allergy has finally healed. Grandma also breathed a sigh of relief, with a gratified smile on her face. But I can't be happy, because in the past twenty days, in order to make my skin allergy better as soon as possible, my grandmother applied ointment to my ulcerated skin on time every day and got up before dawn to cook Chinese medicine for me every day. I secretly observed it many times, and my grandmother was so tired that her back ached every time, and sweat the size of soybeans kept oozing from her forehead. Although grandma is very tired, she never shows it in front of me.

Thought of here, I can no longer control my tears and let them slide down my cheeks. In the past few days when I lived with my grandmother, I felt her meticulous care for me, and I also learned a lot from her: in the interaction with others, I learned to treat others with heart; When I have conflicts with others, I learn to be considerate and tolerant of others. I will try my best to help others when they are in trouble. ...

It's time to get on the bus. It's still raining. Our eyes are so blurred that we can't tell whether it is rain or tears on our faces. I held my grandmother tightly together, and I reluctantly let go of her hand and said goodbye to her. At this time, I choked up and said, "Grandma, go home and be careful on the road." Grandma answered, but she didn't leave, still staring at me from a distance. ...

Another "hoo", the cool breeze brought my thoughts back to the present. Inadvertently, my eyes filled with tears. My feet have been covered with yellow leaves, and I have left the embrace of the tree, just like I left my grandmother's embrace.

I miss my grandma in autumn. Autumn is an affectionate rainy season, and raindrops are formed by the tears I miss my grandmother.

Ah, autumn, because of you, I can send my thoughts to grandma. In your season, I learned a lot from my grandmother about how to deal with people. You are my season. ...

In addition, I also found some comments from composition experts for you: (1)

This year's senior high school entrance examination Chinese composition topic is "There is always a season for me". Many candidates think this topic is "private" and seems to be a "trap". Writing a composition is like "fighting with the teacher" "I wrote about summer." In Caoqiao Middle School, a candidate who just walked out of the examination room told reporters that such a composition topic seems relatively simple. When he saw the topic, his first thought was: "Write a season I like, and then write why I like this season." Many parents who send exams know this composition topic and think it is easy to get started. They can write things, landscapes, people and feelings, and they can also write narratives or lyric essays. Students don't have too much prejudice and should have something to say.

At the same time, some students think this topic is a "trap". On the surface, it is to write the season. In fact, this topic can be understood as "there is always room for me" and "I can always find my place". If you write "spring, summer, autumn and winter", it is easy to be fooled. A classmate surnamed Xia told reporters that her composition has nothing to do with the season. What she said was how to stick to her personality and find a "road to success".

Some teachers think that such a topic is not difficult to write, and students also have something to write; At the same time, it has certain openness and development space.

You, come among us.

Since you stepped into the threshold of junior high school, you have quietly come among us. From then on, we have you-youth, our best partner.

Yes, the beauty of youth needs no elaboration. It's fascinating just to think about it-youth is a privilege.

You can make us a little confused, careless, romantic, naughty, lazy, crazy ... make some mistakes, or play a little temper, laugh freely and cry heartily-because we are only in youth and think it is you, youth, who has come to us.

You brought us not only naughty and willful, but also learned a lot.

You taught us to face life and take responsibility, and let us know that the world is not a complicated and abstruse existence, and life is not a difficult test paper to answer well.

With you, even if we are hurt, we will not let tears cover our eyes. We will dry our tears and smile again in March. With you, even if we get lost, we won't engrave sadness on our foreheads. The stars will eventually rise, and we will always know where the north is and where the south is.

We left, cooperated with you, and took the experience away. Year after year, watching the winter snow convey the message of rain and listening to the rain beating on the drum surface of the lake, the cable of years will eventually become the lightning we throw into the air; We walk, walk with you, with experience, year after year, watching the winter snow sink in winter and reverberate in spring, watching the spring melt the ice and snow between the lines of the earth, and the seasonal colors will eventually be sprinkled into colorful scrolls by us.

However, as time goes by, we only appreciate your beauty, but forget that you will eventually go far. Looking at your drifting back, tears blurred our eyes. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, don't give up. This is the faith you gave us. Now that we have kept it firmly in mind, you are getting farther and farther away from us. We don't regret it, because you taught us one thing-cherish.

We make every day ordinary and extraordinary, and let our flying thoughts gently hold up violets in the breeze. Our eyes are bright and bright, and what changes in our pupils is the charming flame of morning light and sunset glow. The footprints we have traveled will be weathered into a legend and a landscape. However, we believe that you will live in our hearts forever.

Because of you, you came among us!

Everything is here! It took me a long time! Pick me! ! ! There are merits and pains! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !