Wandering, wandering in front of countless enterprises; Ruthless, heartless veto shattered hope. Do I have to walk alone in the deserted street? No, I want to be strong and brave!

Bitter! Resolutely join the ranks of working in the south, hovering in towering buildings and rooms, sweating under the scorching sun. Who knows my heart in the face of strange faces and dusty academic certificates in dark drawers? Am I going to be buried in a cold stream of people? No, I'm going to rush up, cross the ditch and become a bright spot in the crowd!

Salty! No matter how difficult the dream is, no matter how far away the hope is, with the passage of time and a flash, I am getting closer and closer to the distant horizon with salty sweat and astringent tears!

Acid! Life is very hard, and sharing a room with others always puts up with crowded inconvenience, indecent words and noisy complaints. Why is it so difficult to have a free world? Du Kang is the only one who can solve the problem! Drink to drown their sorrows and cry bitterly, but men don't cry, just swallow the bitter water back into their stomachs.

That's great. Finally, heaven rewards hard work, and a dream interview notice is spread out in his hand, so happy! So excited! So excited! Suddenly found that the sky is blue, the clouds are white, and the world is beautiful! When I came to a large advertising company and handed in my resume, the examiner's face was obviously smiling with appreciation, and the dusty academic certificate finally found a place for the protagonist. Ah, my future is no longer a dream!

Suddenly a phone call recalled my flying thoughts. It turns out that I was possessed when I was writing my composition! Hahaha!

Taste of Composition 2:

On Wednesday, in the moral class, the teacher said, I will attend this class for a few minutes, which is the first time in our school. Star of wisdom? Students who win prizes in the competition will be awarded prizes. ? As soon as the teacher's voice dropped, the classroom became noisy at once. But my heart at this time is like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, and I can't tell what it tastes like.

I saw the teacher holding a certificate in one hand and a notebook in the other. Please come up with Zhou Chenyu, Yan Xu, Xu Ziyi and Zhu Xia. ? The students who signed up for class walked onto the platform with smiles on their faces. The teacher gave the students notebooks and certificates and told them to keep working hard and get better grades! At this time, a burst of warm applause broke out in the classroom.

Looking at such a scene, I can't help but say to myself; ? Hey! This taste is really unpleasant! ? Because I admire their happy mood and proud expression when they get new books and certificates, but I don't. Next time, I will study hard, get excellent grades and win glory for myself and my parents.

The taste of composition three:

In life, you will experience many pains and difficulties, but after experiencing them, you will succeed, and you will definitely enjoy the taste of success. Then, to enjoy the taste of success, I think we must make unremitting efforts. Because, as long as you keep working hard, you can succeed. Only when you succeed will you taste success.

I remember when I was seven or eight years old, I thought it was easy to learn to ride a bike, but when I started to learn to ride a bike, I found it was not easy. I was riding a bike with my mother behind me. As I couldn't grasp the direction, as soon as my mother let go, I staggered and fell. Later, in order to learn to ride a bike as soon as possible, I insisted on not letting my mother help me.

I think it's hard for me to learn to ride a bike if my mother doesn't let go. Just like a baby, you will never walk unless you practice walking. Therefore, stick to riding on the car and practice slowly. Whenever you are about to fall, hold the wall or stand on the ground immediately. Still, I couldn't help falling. But I am not discouraged. I fell down again and again and got up again and again. exist

In this process, I mastered the skills of cycling, finally learned to ride a bike, and also enjoyed the taste of success. To enjoy the taste of success, I think we need a persistent spirit of unity and cooperation. There was a tug-of-war, and the number of our team was one less than that of the other team, but the other team had one more, which was very smug. The contempt in their hearts leads to uncoordinated actions and inconsistent efforts. Finally, with the concerted efforts of our new Qi Xin, the other side was finally defeated by us. Through the team spirit of unity and cooperation, I once again tasted the taste of success.

In fact, to enjoy the taste of success, it is important to persist, work hard and unite and cooperate. Only in this way can we achieve ultimate success. There is a famous saying:? Success is 99% hard work plus 1% talent. ? So, let's realize our dreams through hard work and persistence and enjoy the taste of success!

The taste of composition four:

Some people say that life is like a five-flavor bottle, which is made up of various flavors. We, on the other hand, grow up through experience after experience. I feel more and more deeply that the worst taste is lying.

When I was very young, my mother told the story of the wolf over and over again. So I always believe that a lying child will be eaten by a wolf. Therefore, my trembling lies will always be easily seen through by my mother. Although my mother didn't punish me severely, the fear of being eaten by wolves was engraved in my heart.

Soon, I went to primary school. Finally, I learned from my friends that lying will not be eaten by wolves. However, after I lied more than once, I realized that lying to my mother was more terrible than being eaten by a wolf. My mother hit me hard with a hard plastic comb, leaving a series of raised red scars on my skin. So I will be laughed at by my classmates when I go to school. Your mother invited you to eat noodles again, but I don't know why I was so playful and lied to my mother again and again, because I didn't want to practice piano for stealing. My mother also beat me black and blue with a comb, a clothes hanger, a skipping rope and a mop stick. The ridicule of the students is also endless. From then on, I remembered the taste of lying, scarred and laughed at.

After I went to middle school, my mother stopped hitting me. Because my mother says I'm grown up and sensible. So I really grew up and seldom lied. It's okay to lie once in a while. Because I have more knowledge, my lying skills are better, and sometimes my mother can't break them. But every time I keep it from my mother, I blame myself. Mother prepared meals at home. She must be waiting for me to come home, right? But I lied to my classmates that there was an exam after school this afternoon because I wanted to go out with her. She must be worried that I can't eat well at school, right? I was brought up by my mother since I was a child. How can I lie to my mother? Mom will be very sad if she knows that her daughter is still lying to her, so I always tell myself not to lie to mom again. That kind of guilt makes me more sad and uneasy than the fear of wolves and the pain of scars!

The taste of fear, scars, ridicule and guilt is the taste of lying. More than that, lying will make others lose trust in us. So I finally understand why people love to lie when they are young, but they become more and more honest when they grow up. Because as they grow older, they realize that lies are bitter bottles in five-flavor bottles. Then, throw it away before it hurts yourself and others!

The taste of composition five:

The annual rings of time have quietly turned for sixteen years, and the silk thread of life has been pulled for sixteen years. I grew up unconsciously, and I didn't understand until I knew it.

No longer the little girl clamoring for her mother to tell a story, she won't cry for a doll, but often sees herself gradually taking off her childish coat in the mirror, thinking about how to stop worrying her mother and father too much. The taste of growing up is understanding

I don't sing Little Gong Hao as before, but I am often moved to tears by Two Springs Reflecting the Moon, savoring the sad life thoughts left by the blind A Bing. The taste of growing up is to realize life.

Instead of deliberately writing two typos in the exercise book to examine the teacher's eyesight, I am often grateful for the teacher's gray hair, wrinkles on his forehead and chalk-stained fingers. The teacher's earnest teaching and tireless help made me correct? Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night? Have a deeper understanding. Therefore, no distractions, forget the sea of books, bow to the case and work hard until dawn. The taste of growing up is gratitude and reward.

Instead of arguing with classmates over a disagreeable sentence, I often drink a steaming cup of Kuding tea in the dead of night, watch the dark blue night sky, calm my impetuous heart, count the stars and fall asleep with my dreams. The taste of growth is maturity.

The taste of growth is that a small seedling on the ground longs to grow into a towering tree. The taste of growing up is a fish in the sea, eager to jump over the Longmen and swim in the sea. The taste of growing up is that a bird in the sky longs for freedom to fly high and the sea of clouds fights freely.

Experience the taste of growth. That kind of sour and sweet, spicy and salty, sad and happy, sad and sentimental flavor has haunted me for 16 years and immersed in my soul forever.