Everyone has written a composition in daily study, work or life. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express their thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following are nine compositions of Grade Two in Senior High School that I carefully arranged. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like them.

1, the second grade composition, every day in the mountains of schoolwork to find their own smallness, every time in the exam results faded. I stopped, looked at the rhythm of time, asked for an hour's leave from reality and came to the long-lost silence alone.

Autumn leaves keep falling, as if to end its one-year trip, like a tired butterfly, lying quietly on an inch of land next to the roots. Several unknown birds flew out of the reeds, to their springs and flew away. There is also a breeze with residual heat, which gently brushed my cheek and blew my thoughts flat. The breeze also blew across the lake, crumpling the red color of the sunset in the water. Several boats were rippling on the lake, and the people on board were dyed red by the sunset. The fishing birds ran away and looked for their dinner on another lake far away from me. Because of my appearance, this quiet world has also rippled.

The breeze is still blowing, and there is a sudden fluctuation in my heart. I didn't hesitate to smash the papers I used for half a semester and those white papers in the air. I saw white fragments falling slowly from the air, swaying and spinning. At the moment, white is dancing, which has become the first snow this year. The setting sun gave them the color of the rainbow, and the white suddenly fell profusely.

When the last piece of white was still on the lake, the troubles that were suppressed in places I couldn't see were also released. White is no longer complete, have my troubles disappeared?

At this time, a boat was propped up among the reeds in the lake, and there were two old people on board: the old woman was burning the stove, and the smell of rice floated out; Holding a pole, the old man gradually moved to the snow-covered lake. Holding a fishing rod in his hand, the old man struggled to net the white fishing rod and put it at the stern. The lake, which was originally covered with white and lost its original color, reappeared in vibrant green.

After a long time, I found that the ship had disappeared into a little bit. It was a long time before I knew what I saw. It turned out that it was the most beautiful picture. Although two people are old, they will be very happy as long as they try their best to do what they think is right.

In fact, life has given us a lot, which has always been said, and it is only today that we realize it. Now that I think about it, my troubles are so small that I can't see myself as early as when the old man hooked up with those white people. Suddenly, I unloaded my baggage and felt more relaxed than ever.

Be careful. Looking in, a mother is worried that her child is walking towards the reed. The child bent down, picked up the last piece of white forgotten in the corner and looked at his mother with a smile. Mother also breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

In a sense, white is complete again, shining with colorful colors, deposited in my heart, where it can never be erased. Life is waiting for me to work hard, and I and life agree with each other: no one is allowed to stand up!

We agreed to grieve for you for only two days, and today is finally the deadline.

I won't get drunk every night for you and pull you out of my head by some unreliable means; I won't ask others to give me temporary care and comfort; I won't live in such a small grid for you, draw the curtains, for fear that the outside world will miss my sadness; I won't be unkempt and disheveled all day, but I will really torture myself into an dissatisfied wife. I really won't.

Your parting has been staged dozens of times, and I have rehearsed it again and again. The sadness of parting is unbearable, but it really comes to the final parting, like an upcoming ceremony and a preview of the past.

The deadline has passed, and those who have promised themselves, as if they had promised you, will be resurrected with blood.

When I opened the claustrophobic curtains, the sun suddenly poured in, making me afraid to look up and look closely. Although wearing inappropriate pajamas, I still feel a different kind of warmth. The sun shines directly on the plush teddy bear you gave me in bed, and he will always accompany me instead of you. Go to the kitchen, cook a porridge, pour a lot of water, pour a lot of rice, and sprinkle with chrysanthemum silk, which is porridge for health in spring. Small fire glugs, so that the clear fragrance of this porridge slowly spreads to the whole space. Wash thoroughly, look at yourself in the mirror and try to give yourself a brilliant touch.

Smile, what's the big deal? I survived. I vaguely smell the alcohol on me. The smell that I lived on these two days makes me extremely bored at the moment. It may not smell at all. I just cleaned it thoroughly last night. Then forget it. Looking at myself in the mirror, thinking about my dream at night in a daze, I can't remember clearly. It's like coming home and seeing my mother and sister. I suddenly took my thoughts back, then washed them carefully, and it was really interesting to see the foam sticking to my face. Wipe and pat the water emulsion. Here you are. Then go to the kitchen to see how the porridge is cooked. The porridge slowly became waxy and mushy. No matter how decent the whole egg roll is, of course, the result is not very good, but it doesn't matter. I think the important thing is the process. Porridge and omelet are served, served on the table and eaten quietly. My companion woke me up on the way. Seeing that I was in a bad state these two days, she volunteered to be my wake-up alarm clock. I said two days, how can it not count? I didn't eat much porridge and cake, maybe I just pretended to know it was breakfast. Put away the dishes, chopsticks, pots and pans, wash your hands, make your bed, and then come to the computer and write down your mood words.

Today and every day after that, I will spend it like this. Although I have broken my word many times, I must keep my word once to show off.

I'm leaving, saying goodbye to my cabin, to myself these two days, and to the smell of you staying in the house.

Maybe I should leave so quietly.

When I was a child, I was a naughty boy. Looking back at my 18 growth process, there are many stories worth remembering, recording my ups and downs. When I am leisurely and elegant, I will recall those. ...

When I was a child, I was the treasure in my parents' hearts and the pride of my grandparents. I never did housework when I was growing up. I thought doing housework was my mother's job, and it was quite easy. Then one day, my mother suddenly decided to let me experience the life of doing housework alone. There are only two jobs-the first one is washing dishes. I am very happy to look at the bowls in the basin: just wash a few bowls, a piece of cake. However, when I reached the bowl, I felt terrible because it was so slippery that I almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, I quickly hugged it with my hand and didn't fall. In order to prevent this from happening again, I turned on the tap water to the maximum, only flushing it with water a few times. When it took me half an hour to wash the bowl and put it away, a lot of running water flowed out, but the bowl was not washed first, and the front of the clothes was still wet. Regardless of the wet clothes, I went on with my second job-cleaning the floor. Sweep the floor first and then wipe it. I blush when I look at the scraps of paper all over the floor. When I sweep the floor with a broom, I am used to using a lot of force, and everything on the ground is lifted into the air. "Sweep gently", my mother reminded me that I was very tired after sweeping the floor, so I washed a rag when it was dirty, unlike my mother's washing, which was only a little dirty, so I quickly finished the second job.

At this time, when my mother checked the completion of my two tasks, she praised me and pointed out some shortcomings (I know that later my mother washed the dishes and wiped the floor again). That housework experience made me understand how hard my mother worked every day. From then on, I decided to help my mother do more things in the future. ...

Now I am a worker who works outside. In the process of growing up, I have many such wonderful memories. Such growth has turned me into an adult and made me happy. I like it.

There is a park near my home, which is People's Park. I like going there very much.

The four seasons in People's Park are beautiful, although there are neither places of interest nor exotic flowers and grasses. But every tree, flower and even grass there is full of vitality.

A year's plan lies in spring, and the scenery in spring must be beautiful. Look, Grandfather Sun is looking at this side with a smile. Xiaocao's younger brother woke up from a beautiful dream, quietly poked his head out of the ground and looked at this novel world: all kinds of flowers hung on the branches, with all kinds of buds, competing with each other; The frozen lake is also brand-new, and colorful fish swim freely in the water ... In the morning, there are many people doing morning exercises in the park. Running, sword dancing and playing Tai Ji Chuan are all good choices for a day, because the participation of these people makes the silent People's Park lively.

Spring has passed and summer has come.

The scenery in summer is also beautiful. Although the sun scorches the earth mercilessly, the People's Park under the scorching sun is shaded by trees. Walking on a path is like walking on a shady road. Why? Because the tree stretched out a huge arm to block the strong light of the sun for us, like a big umbrella. Those trees dress up the People's Park as an ocean of trees. Those flowers and bones have also become flowers, colorful and countless.

Autumn is the harvest season. Some leaves in People's Park have turned red and some have turned yellow. Autumn wind is blowing, and leaves are flying in the air like butterflies. Some fell on the grass, some on the lake, and some on the path. Lovely birds keep dancing beautifully in the air.

In winter, there were several heavy snows. The People's Park put on a white cotton-padded jacket, and the grass fell asleep under the quilt. Those tall and verdant pine trees stand out in this world of ice and snow, which reminds people of the poem "Snow presses pine trees, and pine trees stand tall and straight". There is a thick layer of ice on the lake, and some children are playing on it.

People's Park is beautiful all year round. I like People's Park, because it left good memories for my childhood.

China has a history of 5,000 years, with rich cultural heritage and numerous historical treasures. These are the fruits of the ancient people's labor in China, and now they have become our cultural relics. When I look at them with reverence, how lofty and awesome they are.

I was amazed at the collections displayed in Yixing Museum and was impressed by the wisdom of the ancients. Among the items in Yixing Museum, the first collection I saw was the Sichuan mirror in the Warring States period, and the ancient incense came to my face. The bronze mirror originated from Qijia culture and has a history of more than 4,000 years. Many people in the past dynasties could not live without bronze mirrors and became a symbol of a dynasty. The word "mountain" is painted on it, which may be related to mountains. The word "Longevity is better than Nanshan" is used to express long-term spirit and blessings.

The second one is the "Sea Beast Grape Mirror". There is also a poem about this mirror, "Who said that a hibiscus is planted in water, and a flower blooms in a bronze mirror", which describes the wide use of bronze mirrors and reflects a happy scene. This bronze mirror belongs to the Tang Dynasty, which is a powerful country, and it is reflected from this bronze mirror. The four animals on this bronze mirror crawl and twist their backs, with smooth lines, vivid shapes and rich contents, which are inseparable from their prosperous Tang background. The prosperity of the Tang Dynasty also lies in the prosperity of craftsmanship, and the exquisite craftsmanship is amazing.

The third one is "Plum Bottle with Ruishou Pattern in Cizhou Kiln", which originated in Song Dynasty and is a peak of China ceramics. It was made in Cizhou Kiln, which exported a lot from ancient times to the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Its main contribution is the invention of "cosmetic soil" technology, which has just become a typical Cizhou kiln.

I admire the wisdom and creativity of the ancients.

The fourth collection is "Zhu Kexin Flat Bamboo Pot". Yixing is known as the ocean of bamboo, and this pot may be the best interpretation. Formerly known as Zhu, he is good at pot varieties such as dragon pattern, moire pattern and bamboo pattern. His style is rich, and his exquisite pots have been learned by many masters.

The richness of China makes us all sigh. We still need to know more about cultural relics and appreciate the essence of cultural relics.

My monitor has gone back to his hometown to go to school because of his hukou, but whenever I see the word "Zhang" on the cupboard in class, it seems that the monitor is right in front of me. My monitor is very lively, cheerful and a little "silly", so we all call her "Second Monitor". But there is a strong and unyielding strength in her bones.

The appearance of the monitor can be described as "handsome". He has a white face, small eyes and a very cool head shape. When he laughs, he will grow a big mouth and show two rows of white teeth. This is my monitor. The monitor is the pistachio of our class. When everyone is tired of studying, she will always tell you a few jokes or do a series of "rice spraying" actions to make everyone laugh; In physical education class, she is like a boy. Whether running, standing long jump or doing exercises, she is always the best. In Chinese class, she always actively raises her hand to speak, regardless of right or wrong, she bravely speaks her thoughts; At the same time, the monitor also brought many honors to our class, such as her appearance in art festivals and recitation competitions. What I can't forget so far is that last semester's skipping competition, the monitor reported a double shake. Last year, she won the first place in this project, so the whole class is very optimistic about her. On that day, several of our good friends went downstairs to cheer for her. When the whistle sounded, the game began. Everyone shouted the slogan "Come on, Hong". I saw the monitor frowning and shaking his hands to jump rope. Everyone was nervous and counted silently. At the end, the monitor looked a little tired and stopped to have a rest several times, but after a rest, he began to dance hard again. The game didn't end until the whistle sounded. Finally, the monitor's score is 78. Everyone is happy with this achievement. After all, this achievement is beyond our power. At this time, just as I was about to congratulate the monitor, I found the monitor crying sadly. I rushed over to ask the reason, only to hear the monitor sobbing and saying, "I didn't play well this time, so I should go next semester." I missed the championship, but I really want to do something for the class before I leave! "

At that time, after listening to the monitor, to be honest, I was very unhappy. Such an excellent monitor has always been an optimistic, sunny and strong "spokesperson", but today he is crying in front of so many people, blaming himself not for himself but for the class. You can imagine how much she loves the class group and how much she hates it. As a good friend, I don't want her to leave. I can't imagine what our life would be like without a monitor.

Although the monitor has left, whenever I hear the word "Zhang", she doesn't seem to leave, and a confident smiling face seems to be in front of me.

How boring life is in grade two. Living the same life every day, such a boring life really makes me tired. It seems that the same film will be replayed forever, and my heart becomes dull, and I take pains to listen to the class like boiled water. There is no smell at all, and there are occasional waves, but nothing seems to have happened. Now, if you savor it carefully, it is a clear spring, with a hint of sweetness in the plain.

On the night of New Year's Eve, a person ran in the deserted street. With the shouts of fireworks, my sense of loneliness became more and more obvious. Fireworks burst on the head, but the beauty of a moment exhausted the waiting of fireworks for a lifetime.

In this new year, there is a sweet smell everywhere. This winter is very cold, but people's hearts are warm and Internet cafes are warm. I don't belong to that kind of warm-hearted person, but I belong to someone who is looking for warmth in an Internet cafe. The warmth in the Internet cafe is cold, and many people are trapped here, constantly struggling in the virtual world. This is our sorrow and the sorrow of the world. Like many post-90s generation, they hate being with their families, like being alone, and their love fantasies are unrealistic.

I lost sleep again last night, and suddenly realized that I was in the whirlpool of high school, and I couldn't climb out, and it seemed that I couldn't be completely swallowed up by it. This is an embarrassing situation and a helpless position. I suddenly remembered some letters I received in junior high school, but I still don't know who wrote them. I have never felt that kind of faint touch and heart. Those missed beauties are a pity and will be treasured in memory forever.

Outside the window is all-encompassing darkness, which contains the beauty of many people and the ugliness of many people. Perhaps because of this, the night is so quiet, like night, it can contain all my ugliness.

Happy new year, happy new year, happy and lively. Although there are so many disappointments in my life, I still want to live hard, whether it is bright after dark or not. We'll all be fine.

No.23 is her nickname, ranking 23rd in every exam. Over time, there is such a nickname. Such a veritable ordinary student is an angel in everyone's eyes! There is an interesting additional question in a Chinese exam: which girl in the class do you admire best and why?

The result was shocking: all the students except her wrote her name first!

There are many reasons: honest, kind, optimistic, strong, not angry and so on. What I write most is peace and friendship.

It can be seen how popular she is with average grades!

Once she came to my house to play and mentioned it, I told her half jokingly: You are going to be poor in England!

She thought for a moment and said seriously: the teacher once said a proverb, when the poor pass by, there will be many people clapping on the roadside!

She said softly, I don't want to be a hero. I want to be a roadside clapper. I was shocked at once, and wait for a while looked at her blankly. She quietly knitted a sweater, lavender thread, wrapped around a bamboo needle, and she chuckled. My heart suddenly warms up.

At that moment, I was suddenly moved by the way she didn't want to be a hero: how many people in this world longed to be heroes when they were young, but eventually they became ordinary people in the fireworks world. If we are healthy, if we are happy, if we don't write against our wishes, why don't we be happy ordinary people!