In study, work or life, the most familiar thing to everyone is composition. According to the characteristics of propositional writing, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. What kind of compositions have you seen? Below are the ordinary senior high school compositions I compiled. You are welcome to read them. I hope you all like them. Ordinary Senior High School Composition 1
Tofu is served at banquets and has been recognized by the world. It seems that it is still very rare to have tofu nao at a banquet. But in recent years, tofu nao is as popular as tofu at banquets. Tofu brain is white in color and has a light taste; but the white color is easy to match and the taste is easier to change. The texture of the tofu is too soft and tender and difficult to shape, but if you design it carefully, you can create delicious and distinctive dishes. Please compose a composition based on the content and meaning of the material. It is required to choose a good angle, clarify the concept, clarify the style, and draft your own title; no copying or plagiarism is allowed. Excellent composition: Simple can also achieve extraordinary results
Tofu nao is white in color, but with careful matching, it can be colorful without losing its characteristics; tofu nao has a light taste, but with careful processing and blending, it can also become a dish. Delicious dish; the tofu is soft in texture, but with careful design, it can also have rich shapes. The result is a dish that is rich, tasty and characterful. The same is true in life, simplicity may not necessarily be vulgar. As long as they work hard, simple people can achieve extraordinary lives.
Keep it simple and leave room for some changes. Tofu brain is white in color, but the white color is easy to match, making it rich in color; tofu brain has a light taste, but the light taste is easier to change. From this point of view, sometimes simplicity is not necessarily a bad thing. Changing the perspective may have different effects. It is precisely because of simplicity that Li Yifeng started to switch to acting after many years of singing experience, and he became famous step by step. He himself once said that without the accumulation and precipitation in the past, without the simple life in the past, there would be no accumulation today. Today, he is still able to respond simply and calmly to the comments and questions from reporters and media about the past. It is precisely because of his simplicity and persistence that Li Yifeng has become what he is today.
Be simple and accumulate a little bit of happiness in your life. Experience the true happiness and joy of life in simple little things. Life is like walking on thin ice. Carrying too much will only put you in more danger. On the contrary, being simple and letting go of many things can make your life path smoother. Sometimes, the reason why we have difficulty walking is not because our abilities are limited, but because our hearts are too complicated. The temptation of material interests such as fame, fortune, and money often overwhelms us. It is better to be simple and happy than to be painfully complicated. Mr. Yang Jiang donated tens of millions to Tsinghua students, but he lived a very simple life, with a simpler home environment than ordinary people, even to the point of being stingy. But her generous donation to poor Tsinghua students was unforgettable. Such simplicity is unforgettable, and such a simple life creates infinite value. As the poet Zang Kejia said: Some people are alive, she is dead; some people are dead, she is still alive.
In today’s society, there are too many flashy things, and people are often blinded by interests. The temptation of fame, fortune and money reflects people's gradually cold hearts. What's more, for their own benefit, they are thrown into jail at any cost. Under such circumstances, our society needs to be simpler, return to tradition, and pursue our true nature. Leave fame, money and utility behind and let our hearts become purer. In this way, travel lightly and beautiful days will come.
Simple things can lead to extraordinary things, this is the revelation of Tofu Nao. Just like the ordinary and simple tofu curd, after careful preparation, it becomes a delicacy on the table. After adjusting your life, you can turn an ordinary life into an extraordinary one. Even if the life of the craftsmen of a great country is like this, if they have no distractions and concentrate on their business, their souls will be liberated, the road will be smooth, the fog of thought will be cleared, distracting thoughts will be cleared, and what they will see will be a clear blue sky. Many years later, the value of life is realized in the numerous achievements, and the dream shines in the creation. Young friends, let us learn to be simpler, leave space for ourselves, and create greater value in life! Ordinary Senior High School Composition 2
Many vivid pasts in life, bit by bit experiences, filled my heart happily. One day, two days, 356 days, mother, teacher, many people passed through in life, Many things have happened in life. People are so ordinary; things are also so ordinary.
But ordinary people and things moved me and made me like them.
I can’t even tell you all about your hard work; I can’t tell you enough about your thoughtfulness. Mom, although you are just an ordinary farmer, even though you are just an ordinary housewife, I still want to sing a song for you, and hope that all the parents in the world will spend their spring and autumn in peace. Mom, I know how hard it is for you to work in the fields all day long. I know that you do not ask for anything in return for your hard work. I also know that my excellent academic performance is your greatest desire. Mom, it is your ordinary selfless love that moves me to tears again and again. I am proud to have an ordinary mother like you.
There is a wonderful time in everyone’s memory. A return visit to this time can only be in meditation while reading a book late at night, and only in sweet dreams. If there is a time tunnel, I would like to travel back to my childhood. Because, it was the best time of my life.
Those days were full of fun. Whether at school or in the yard in front of my home, my children always respond to every call. We play ordinary games like rubber bands. This is how it is played: If there are eight people, divide them into two groups, and one person from each group will hold the rubber band, starting from the ankles, and going up little by little to see which group can jump the highest. That situation is a bit like a PK upgrade between two teams. In the end, I can always jump to the highest level. At this time, there are basically only two people in the two groups. Everyone keeps their eyes open to see who can jump beyond the small lift. Generally, if you can jump beyond the small lift, you need to be of a high level and have to run. If we all pass the small move, we will finally compete at the big move level. I first took a quick approach, then jumped up with my feet behind me and used my toes to hook the rubber bands. When I succeeded, everyone cheered happily, but when I failed, they could only sigh. I often played until it got dark. Sometimes, my sister also joins our play team. She comes mainly to rehearse our shows. When the people in the compound are bored and panicked, our little performance team will come out to perform for them. I remember one time when the Chinese New Year was approaching, people in the compound really gathered in the auditorium, waiting for our performance. I was very excited and nervous at the same time. I sang "Azalea" solo, and I remember that I was on stage. The singing voice I sang was trembling, but after I finished singing, I heard thunderous applause. The feeling of happiness and joy warmed my childhood.
Those days were full of the joy of eating. I grew up in the South, and many of the things I ate as a child have become memories as an adult. At that time, I often went to the sugar cane field of my classmates to eat sugar cane, eating it until the corners of my mouth were split; I ate those red, watery and sweet cherries, but I didn't eat much because my mother didn't buy much, and it might be a bit expensive. "However, when there is no fruit to eat, I will eat raw sweet potatoes and raw sweet potatoes with my children. On the way from school, I will go to the paddy fields to dig water chestnuts to eat. Sometimes I will rinse them in the water and eat the skins. After eating it, regardless of whether it is hygienic or not, it is really sweet to my heart. When autumn comes, I go to the jujube tree with my classmates and eat jujubes. It is a soft and sweet memory. At that time, grandma would bake locust flower cakes for us to eat in the summer. I did all the work of climbing the trees to pick locust flowers, and I never fell. Sophora flower cake is very fragrant, but now no matter how I make it, I can't make it taste like my childhood.
Childhood is like a little poem. In the passing years, many things have gradually faded out of my memory, but the beauty of that childhood period is like a beautiful picture or a beautiful song. , makes me warm, makes me generous, and makes me face life optimistically. Ordinary Senior High School Composition 3
A drop of rain falling from the sky hit the eyes that raised their heads, exaggerating the inexplicable inner words. The starry sky projected in the eyes was dim, reflecting the gray mood.
How many times have I ruined all the beautiful fantasies in my heart, just wanting to cover my painful heart quickly, walk far away, and leave forever the remaining fantasies. How many times have I wandered on the edge of fate, like a thread, twisting and struggling, impacting the cocoon of life again and again.
How many times have I run in the darkness with suppressed panic, with a burning heat in my eyes, moving forward silently, just to find the so-called light. I once walked through the biting ice of wind and snow in silence, with layers of cold white covering my shoulders, feeling the traces of life. I once walked alone in the twists and turns of the mountainous area, leaving footprints of varying shades, which turned yellow over time. I once stood alone on this bank of the Yangtze River, looking across the undulating water and looking at the other bank under the sun... The rain brought all this, the ordinary that was polished by time, the ordinary that was blown by the wind and smoke.
On the road, in the world, I am unyielding and stubborn, holding my hands tightly, with a pride as fragile as glass, and walking forward firmly with the company of the figure behind me. Stepping through the bustling under the neon lights broke the last extravagant hope. It was not until despair annihilated the body and mind that I understood the immortal gray - ordinary.
I used to fantasize about the beauty and the bright moon tomorrow. In this world full of fantasy, I created things that suit my own thoughts. Use the hard rocks in your mind to build an endless protective layer, thinking that you will be fearless. But when the cruel reality made me destroy the protective layer with my own hands, the rocks collapsed, the dust was scattered, the pain was rising, the wounds caused by breathing into the heart and spleen, hysteria, blood dripping, tears streaming down my face, The feeling left behind was deeply shocking. Suffering and reflecting, being drunk and waking up.
I once asked people, books, and mountains. In this gurgling stream full of time, I hugged my hands to guard the faint fire in my heart. Looking up at the looming bleakness in the black sky, I feel that my soul is gradually soaked in confusion, cool and cold; I feel that everything around me is beginning to become blurry and familiar, and unfamiliar. Only the faint fire in my heart can bring a touch of warmth. ; Panic-stricken with no clear direction to move forward, and at a glance, there is a soul-eating darkness, which direction is it? Hesitating and shouting, crazy and ordinary.
I was once like you, like him, like the wild grass and wild flowers. On this road that contains life, I built my own spiritual belt to resist the waves of black waves in the ocean of suffering. Listening to the sizzling and piercing shattering, like the music on the eve of destruction, stirring up the nerves and wailing; watching helplessly, the cracks of the impact fill the entire soul, like the porcelain marks of glass, hiding the silent moan; Enduring all of this silently, unyielding step by step, marching forward, bit by bit, extracting the strength to support the body. Desperate and longing, crying and laughing at the same time.
In heaven and earth, in nature, I stand firm and strong, holding in my heart the dream like glass, moving forward firmly with the marks of wind and rain on the road. After passing the plain moss on the bluestone, the last bond was torn apart. It was not until the light flowed that my heart turned around that I understood this simple gray - ordinary.
Slowly close your eyes, take a deep breath of fresh air, and listen quietly to the sound from heaven and earth - the sound of rain; slowly exhale the turbid air, and savor the sound of life. Power - Ordinary.
The once boiling inner lake turned into silent tranquility in a blink of an eye, existing like a mirror pond. The fantasy that once flowed in the blood gradually dispersed the fog, revealing reality. The unruliness that I once pursued, accompanied by youth, flowed through the fingers of those years.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock... the sound echoing in the world erases all tangible and intangible sounds, fades away the prosperity of life, leaving only the immortal gray - ordinary. , faded away the splendor of the color, leaving only the simple gray - ordinary, in Yuluo's heart... Ordinary Senior Year Composition 4
Every day, a few light clouds float in the sky , the weather is cool, but also somewhat gloomy. Han Yiwen straddled her bag and prepared to take the train back to school.
Because after the winter vacation, the number of people at the station will gradually increase, so Yiwen’s parents asked her to go back earlier and bought the tickets. After several bus rides, Yi Wen finally arrived at the train station. She was waiting on the platform uneasily, probably because there are more thieves these days! "Stop! Stop!" A middle-aged lady with curly hair panted. Shouting, pointing forward while shouting. Yi Wen turned around and saw a group of thieves running away in a hurry. The leader was holding a large bag of packages in one hand and a knife in the other. Yi Wen didn't know where she got the courage to rush up and pull the package from the thief's hand. Many people came to watch, but no one helped. They just slowly dispersed, and some whispered. Yi Wen wanted to push the thief away and grab the middle-aged lady's bag back. At this time, the thief took out the knife and chopped off Yi Wen's arm, then dropped the package, pushed away the pedestrians on the roadside, and ran away quickly. Yi Wen covered her chopped arm, her feet weakened, and she fell to the ground. Blood overflowed and stained her coat. The middle-aged lady was a little surprised and moved.
Slowly leaned down, picked up the package, and asked carefully and timidly: "Um...you?" Han Yiwen turned around and smiled reluctantly, her lips trembling slightly... "Boom...boom" It seemed that the train had arrived, and Yiwen turned her head , stood up slowly and said: "It's nothing." People around her still pointed, always thinking that she had some intention in doing this. After all, how could Yiwen, a mere college student, have such courage? Alas! Haven't people often said that people's hearts are separated from the belly? Yiwen got on the train and saw a band-aid seller. She originally wanted to buy one, but when she touched her bag, She panicked a little and dug out the books in her bag. Her first reaction was that her wallet was missing! The train was speeding, the scenery outside the window changed like a movie, and Yi Wen was on pins and needles. It was getting late, and she was tossing and turning in bed, unable to fall asleep. She was still thinking about the lost wallet. She couldn't figure out why her wallet was missing after she helped others find their bags...
When we arrived at the station, Yi Wen did not go to school, but just went to a friend's house. She did not tell her parents about it. Probably because he wanted to recover from his injuries before going to school and let all this go away. It's like the wind blowing across the lake. When the wind goes away, the lake remains the same. She called the school and said she was sick and would go back to school a few days later. Yi Wen thought that she would never mention this matter again. She was just an ordinary student who did ordinary things. But others thought she had ulterior motives. She just wanted to help others and had no other ideas. She doesn't need others to praise her, but don't misunderstand her. She is really sad. One time when she was surfing the Internet, she found that what she had done was posted on the Internet. She was surprised for a moment. She moved the mouse and clicked a few times. Although there were many people browsing, most of the negative comments were about, How could a female college student do such a thing? She saw all kinds of comments on the Internet, which made her even more sad. She suddenly lost her sense of direction and didn't understand whether what she did was a good thing or a bad thing. Why, others repeatedly said Don't believe her. She herself became fascinated. Ten days passed, and a letter in the principal's office made everything clear, including the missing wallet. The general content of the letter is as follows: "Sister, I was deeply moved. I am a thief. I stole your wallet at the train station and saw that you also had a mobile phone. I was about to take action. I saw a group of colleagues passing by you, and you rushed forward without hesitation (pinyin 'Gu'). I was really touched. I must study hard and work hard like you... My wallet is also here, and I still have it. Here you go." The signature is "A young man who is about to go astray."
This ordinary girl did an ordinary thing and influenced an ordinary boy... Ordinary Senior Year Composition 5
I heard that God wanted to celebrate his 6,000th birthday , held a lottery event with one billion lottery places. The winners will have the opportunity to take a look at their lives thirty years from now. People in the global village will have the opportunity to participate in the lottery. The location is located in the beautiful West Lake, as a preview of the future. Of course, with hope and curiosity, I will not give up this opportunity. No, I got up early and went straight to the West Lake after breakfast!
After riding in the car all morning, we finally arrived at West Lake. It's the perfect time. The sun is shining brightly and the West Lake is so beautiful. People came to draw the lottery one after another, but most of them came away disappointed. I got into the crowd and asked, and I found out that the winning rate was extremely low, and there was only one winning spot. The lottery is on a first-come, first-served basis. You can imagine how difficult it is to get this precious opportunity in a billion. I walked up to an angel and handed him my ID card. After all the formalities are completed, the next step is the draw!
The angel led me to the lottery area. In a glittering golden box, I took out a gold card and tore off the cover-up part, and a few big words suddenly appeared: Lucky man in the world! There was applause and cheers all around, and the angels smiled and said to me: "Congratulations on winning the lottery!" I was so flattered that I couldn't believe it...
After the cheers, God descended from the sky, and I began my three-day journey full of mystery. A journey into life ten years later. This time there were two different lives thirty years later. I chose one first, and with a "swish" sound, I entered the first thirty years later life.
In front of me, I am the richest man in the world, and even the president has to give in to me.
Needless to say, I wear designer clothes, I have many brothers, and all the harmful items in the world come from me. I also sell various gambling equipment, and I can kill people at will. Thirty years has not been easy. How did I get to where I am today? When I was eighteen, I learned how to rob; when I was twenty, I started selling drugs; when I was twenty-five, I became a boss; when I was thirty, my company produced the most harmful objects in the country; when I was thirty-five, my assets exceeded one billion; when I was forty, my company was The one who manufactures the most harmful things in the world has made his own assets exceed tens of billions. At the age of 45, his company has been open to the world. He is no longer doing business in hiding. My brothers have sacrificed more than one billion for me, and his assets have exceeded 100 billions. is the richest in the world. How arrogant and great I will be thirty years later! Could this be me thirty years from now? My hands and feet were trembling, and I asked God in confusion. God didn’t answer and only allowed me to enter the second thirty years of my life. There was another 'swish' sound, and I entered the second thirty years later.
I am a good son, a good husband, and a good father. I'm ordinary, yes. I am a teacher and wear plain clothes. Being with the students every day and watching them grow up happily makes me optimistic and cheerful. I am happiest when I teach them what I know. I don’t expect anything in return. All I want to say is, “If there is an afterlife, I will still do it.” I am in the cleaning team, and I am also in the emergency and disaster relief team. I am very ordinary, but I am not ordinary under ordinary circumstances! I bowed deeply to God, with tears streaming down my face...
My journey of life thirty years later has ended, but my heart cannot be calm for a long time. On the stage, I told everyone affectionately: "Hello everyone, as the 'lucky person on earth' this time, I am fortunate to be able to see my life thirty years from now. Here, I thank God for his good intentions. Thirty years from now The two different lives made me understand what true greatness and ordinaryness are, and made me understand the true meaning of life. The so-called "greatness" thirty years later is actually the devil's mask, and the ordinaryness thirty years later sets off the true meaning. The beauty! There are many storms on the road of life, and one mistake will lead to eternal regret! The audience burst into thunderous applause, and the event ended successfully!
Dreams, pursuit of dreams , Chasing the Chinese Dream
My grandfather is an ordinary Communist Party member, a rural party branch secretary from the lowest level. He has been serving the countryside, serving the villagers, and pursuing the Chinese dream for decades. He has a dream that belongs to him, an ordinary yet extraordinary dream.
When I was still a child, my parents had no time to take care of me because of their work, so they left me with my grandparents in my hometown. In order to change this situation, my grandfather took the lead in raising funds to build roads every day for a long time. He leaves early and comes back late, and his hands are getting rougher. Every time I look at the road construction site, I can always see the familiar figure among dozens of people working hard to mix concrete with a shovel. When driving, I was most afraid of a "timely rain" when the road surface was not hardened, and the road surface would instantly look like it had been gnawed by rats, with small pits all over it. Once, my grandfather was at home, and the day's work had ended, and he should take a rest. . But he always walked out of the house to look at him, with a look of uneasiness on his face. I was very surprised at that time. It was not until my grandfather came out of the house again that he didn't come back for a long time. I couldn't help but look around, and when I looked up, he suddenly appeared in the sky. There were dark clouds like mountains. Soon it started to rain heavily, accompanied by thunder, and the wind blew past my ears. When I looked at the door, I just picked up one of the three umbrellas at home. When he was about to go out, grandpa came back. It turned out that when he saw that it was going to rain, he hurriedly went out to find someone to cover the newly built road with felt, and a basin of water came out of his shirt.
As far as I can remember, he seems to be so busy every day. His work ranges from the construction of various projects in the village to the mediation of neighborhood disputes. One day at noon, the sun was shining fiercely on the earth, and I was walking in the village. , sweating profusely, feeling like my whole body was being steamed dry. At this time, I saw my grandfather and several other village cadres at the door of a house. There were yelling and fierce words from time to time in the house. After about two days. After an hour, I came out to help my family buy things and found that they were still standing there. I vaguely saw the glistening beads of sweat...
A few years later, I am no longer as ignorant as before. Only then did I ask my grandfather a lot of questions that stayed in my heart.
"Why didn't you take an umbrella?"
"It was too late. If we had been slower, the whole road would have been destroyed."
"Why did you keep watching when the road was being built?"
"This road is closely related to the lives of the villagers. Building roads and repairing them have always been the responsibility of the village. It’s a major event. If this road is repaired or repaired badly, the lives of the villagers will be affected.”
“Then why did you stay there for so long when you were mediating a dispute in front of a family? Aren’t you tired? ”
“Of course we are tired, how can we not be tired? But the people in the village are all villagers. As long as they are happy, we as village cadres will naturally be happy, no matter how tired we are. Nothing. We are supposed to serve the people. What the people need is what we want to do. In your fashionable words, this is grandpa’s dream."
What simple words. A simple dream, but so real and so inspiring. Grandpa, like many ordinary Communists, is working hard for the country and the people. They sweat and pay continuously, even if they are unknown and have no names in history, they have no complaints. But they are equally extraordinary and work hard to realize their dreams. They are selfless and hardworking. They have the people, the country and their ideals in their hearts. Their ordinary figures and extraordinary achievements will surely go down in history and be remembered by the world.
Ordinary individuals have extraordinary dreams. This is true for everyone. We are all ordinary, but we all have extraordinary dreams. As long as we are willing, we can make thousands of dreams come together into a dream of our own. Our common dream - the Chinese dream. Ordinary senior high school composition 7
They are pragmatic and enterprising in their ordinary positions, silently overcome loneliness and boring work, work hard and never take it lightly. The factory area is very large, with multiple gate posts. The inspection system for the entry and exit of personnel, vehicles, and materials is strictly implemented every day. Every corner of the factory area is patrolled day and night according to time periods. Key areas are inspected step by step with searchlights at night to protect the safety of the company and maintain it well. working environment.
Every time the guests come to visit, they see motorcycles, electric vehicles, and cars parked in a straight line, and they admire it sincerely, like a scenery line in the factory area. From here, The care they put into their work can be seen in every detail. Especially during holidays, the factory area is deserted and desolate, except for a few of them, working for a job that many people think is not valued!
Every Spring Festival, the surroundings are bustling with fireworks and firecrackers, and there is joy and laughter. At this time, thousands of houses are lit up and families are happy. The security posts seem so deserted and lonely in this warm, festive and peaceful festival. How much sadness has taken hold in my heart, and I have regrets and guilt for my loved ones and family. Some people in society despise and belittle security guards. However, every job has its own value and meaning. Who understands the pain of being a security guard, the love involved, how many holidays a year we spend, and the happiness of being reunited with our families? !
They have retired from the army for many years, but they have retained the good traditions, good habits and good styles of soldiers. They have independently formulated semi-military management. When patrolling the factory area, the queues are neat, the dormitories they live in are clean and tidy, and the quilts are folded. It becomes a four-square block with contour lines. The development and persistence of these details are also a kind of inheritance.
They also used their off-duty time to actively participate in other work. The landscape lake in the factory area encountered heavy rainstorms in summer, and mudslides occurred on the mountains beside the lake. The stone arch bridge was narrow, causing a flow interception. They were barefoot, rolled up their trouser legs, and bent over to clean the accumulated mud and rocks in the lake. The lake returned to flowing quietly, and the scenery was beautiful and pleasant. In autumn, the lotus leaves in the pond gradually withered and withered. After they salvaged, The autumn wind stirred up layers of water ripples on the lake.
Many people think that being a security guard seems to be inferior to others, worthless, the work is simple and boring, and is looked down upon by others. However, they do not think so. They are dedicated to their job, face the world with indifference, and win with a silent sentiment. Respectable, touching, not blaming others, dedicated to work.
The company holds a Spring Festival gala for all employees every year, but they are the only ones who cannot attend. When the boss delivered a New Year's greeting on the stage, he mentioned that our security colleagues were still sticking to their jobs... in the audience The festive atmosphere suddenly turned solemn, mixed with touching admiration.
I would like to use a quotation from Lei Feng’s diary to give flowers and praise to my lovely security colleagues: “If you are a screw, do you insist on keeping your position? I will do a good job in my ordinary position. A screw that never rusts!”
I believe everyone is familiar with the story of the monk ringing the bell: "A young monk thought ringing the bell was too simple, too simple, and even had no connection with Buddhism. Finally he couldn't help but find the abbot and master! You can't learn Buddhism by ringing the bell. Do you want to change your practice for your disciples? The abbot said calmly, as long as you have a Buddha in your heart and practice yourself, if you don't have a bell in your heart, you don't have a Buddha, and the sound of the bell will not be as solemn as the Buddha!" The little monk suddenly realized that the sound of the bell was deep and distant, like a magical note, from which he could tell the time.
The story of the monk ringing the bell tells us that simple things can also reach a state. Everything is not simple if you do it with your heart...
Ordinary positions can be done well every day. , well done, easy? This requires an excellent ideological sentiment, a spirit that drips with water and penetrates the stone, and a kind of self-sacrifice and dedication!
Doing small things well is not a big thing. Although there are no thrilling feats, as long as you work hard and are willing to do it, you will definitely be able to create extraordinary achievements. That kind of persistence in work With investment, every bit of grace becomes a beautiful heart, a trace of affection, a wisp of intention, which makes people feel tender and undercurrent...
Greatness is bred in the ordinary, and greatness is in the ordinary!