The composition of the fortune teller by the window

In study, work and life, when it comes to composition, everyone is certainly familiar with it. Composition can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (thesis). I believe many people will find writing difficult. The following is the composition of 10 Grade 2 for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Second-grade composition 1 Dad entered the jasmine flower. Although it is inconspicuous, it is very fragrant. My father is a man of few words.

My father is tall, wears a pair of glasses, is thin, and usually looks very gentle. My father has high expectations of me and hopes that I can achieve something. I have also been studying hard to live up to my father's expectations.

We have a final exam at the end of June. My father had great confidence in me after the exam. How time flies! In a blink of an eye, it was the night before I got the notice. Father came over and asked only faintly, "Did you do well in the exam?" As soon as I heard this, my confidence exploded and I replied loudly, "Absolutely." Father smiled and said nothing. I thought: He must have believed what I said. Looking at my father's smiling face, I was secretly happy.

The next day will come soon. We got to school as soon as possible. As before, my father attended the parent-teacher conference, and I chatted with my classmates as before. Chatting and chatting, I found that my father had received the notice, and I didn't seem very happy to see my father's expression. I think it's broken, it's going to be cold this time! Sure enough, I saw many parents frowned slightly, including my father. Although I don't know what happened, one thing is certain-I didn't do well in the exam this time.

Soon, the parent-teacher conference was over. I stood on tiptoe looking for my father. My father saw me, waved to me and came to me. There is no expression on his face, as if he were stiff. He said slowly, "You did well in the exam this time …" Then he turned and went downstairs. I can't forget the look in my father's eyes when he went downstairs-it contained criticism and loss, and I panicked at first sight. How to explain this time? Looking at my father, I couldn't say a word. My father was full of confidence in me, but this time I let him down. At this time, my father must be very sad and frustrated, but what can I do? I never had the courage to look him in the eye. My father is the pillar of the family. He loves me. He is too kind to me. What can I repay him? Only get good grades in the exam. I followed my father downstairs to go home.

My father's eyes, I will never forget, I can't forget the loss in those eyes, and there is still a little encouragement. From now on, let my father's eyes be full of pride and pride again.

Reading my father silently, let me understand a lot, understand my father's love and understand that I should study hard. Reading my father silently and reading his eyes silently has benefited me for life.

The second grade composition 2 was weak in my primary school. Although I was in class, my thoughts drifted away. But because it is difficult to make any big moves in class, my eyes naturally drifted out of the window.

Always focus on the most striking building-a building. The glass window of the building is like a mirror, reflecting the deep blue of the sky and like a cloud. The sunlight reflected from time to time is dazzling white.

At that time, I couldn't help thinking-what kind of person would be sitting there? What pops up in my mind is a female white-collar worker with black-rimmed glasses, dignified and serious makeup, meticulous bun, neat suit and a project planning folder. Thinking about thinking about looking forward to your future, will it be like this, shuttling through the building all day, busy with your work? I thought about my skin again. I can't imagine that I will only stick to this kind of building in the future.

The line of sight left the building and landed in a residential area not far from the building. The building is slightly shorter than the building. It is also a blue building, but with different styles. With excellent eyesight, I can even look at the outdoor air conditioner under the building window, and subconsciously see the picture of the outdoor air conditioner screaming and dripping in my mind.

I thought about it again, and my thoughts flew away again-could it be that the female white-collar workers in the building live there? What will a serious female white-collar worker look like at home? Will her family be as meticulous as her? Imagine a simple black and white decoration style, modern furniture, and maybe a polished piano in the middle. An elegant woman sits in front of the piano, and the sandy jade fingers dance on the keys. The elegant and calm woman makes men all over the world want to bow to her.

"My fair lady is a gentleman." Say, it is such a woman. This kind of temperament is not achieved overnight, and it can only be possessed under the long-term good influence. There are many such women in history, such as Lin. It is not a blessing that she can become such a strange girl, but a fate ―― she does have such a character and temperament, and she is qualified.

Retrieving distant thoughts, I raised my eyes again and looked at the vast sky. That piece of blue seems to never leave a trace, it will always keep its purity and beauty. I suddenly remembered Tagore's famous saying, "There are no traces of birds in the sky, but I flew over." Even if there is no outstanding performance, no fame, or even nothing-but I have been here, and I have no regrets, and I have no regrets in this life.

In a school with a very bad school spirit, there are student A and student B. Student A distinguishes right from wrong, learns all the bad habits and makes himself look like a hooligan. Later, he did not graduate. Many people asked him why, and he said, "If you are near Zhu Zhechi, you will be black. If I study in a prestigious school, I will definitely make a difference. " Student B is a person who knows right from wrong and clearly loves and hates. He was successfully admitted to a famous school. Many people also came to ask him, and he said, "This is my motto, and I have always relied on it to explode in such an environment"!

In the distance, I can't see the Woods at the end. The setting sun hung obliquely on the branches, glowing slightly. It looks beautiful! Facing the cold wind in winter and walking on the newly-built highway, the girl felt cold and sad.

This road, two years have passed, and I don't know how many times I have walked it. At first, I sang and laughed all the way; Later, the laughter gradually decreased and the joy gradually disappeared. The girl knew that she was tired from walking. This road connects two different worlds: a warm home and a cold school. This road to study, unconsciously, has also changed its face. Although it is much better than before, it seems to be a thorn in the girl's eye, and it is difficult and dangerous all the way.

In middle school, girls feel more and more insignificant. In the class, the girl's study is not the best. She often feels very worried. There is always a sentence in her mind: What if she can't get into high school? Gradually, the girl is not as studious as before. In her own words, she is tired of learning. Among those beautiful female classmates, the girl thinks she is an ugly duckling. She has a sense of inferiority and feels that the whole world rejects her.

Girls like poetry, and it is fresh and pleasant, which can make people fall into endless reverie. It doesn't have too many rules and regulations, and it is short and pithy. Girls can often capture their instant inspiration and record the happiness of every day with notes. In her eyes, this is happiness! It is often said that "poetry makes people smart and wise", and she laughs to herself, maybe!

Suddenly, the girl's heart seems to have been sublimated. She understands that life is like a road, and everyone comes along the way. She thinks that this road to study should be just a small fork in her life. What is this difficulty? All roads lead to Rome! The girl made a wish: in the future, try to be herself and work hard. This is her own happiness!

On the dry and cold winter road, a girl smiled and faced the cold wind. ...

In the corner of the town, there is a house with lights on. The lights were shaky and much brighter than usual. According to the light, the window is gray, covered with dust and frost. There are several holes, large and small, where the window connects with the windowsill. Inside the cave-on the loose windowsill, there are several round persimmons of different sizes, which cover the hole.

In the house, there is no furniture, only a scarred wooden square table. My leg is lame, and there is a brick below. There is also a bed and a couple. This is a couple who come out to work. The boss didn't deduct their salary this year. It's the Spring Festival now, and they are all counting the money to go home, one by one, one by one, one by one. The cold wind blew, and the window kept ringing, illuminating the money and four rough hands. The street was quiet, and the surrounding high-rise buildings looked down at the low broken houses, like people crushed by mountains.

In the distant countryside, there are countless red flowers on the snow, and the smoke of firecrackers is scattered in the sky. Every family is busy, some paste couplets, some make new year's eve dinner, and it's very lively. Only one door still hangs the couplets of the year before last, and the color has almost faded. There is a child in the room. He stood in front of the bed, looking at the ice on the bed and paddling with his hands. The yard is quiet.

A burst of hurried footsteps came, not so calm, and the excited shouts came: "Yes! Yes! " Grandpa rushed in and said with old and excited words, "Yes, your parents wrote and brought money!" " "The child turned and ran out, sobbing," Not rare, not rare! " "There are only portraits of grandpa and ice in the room, and four people are engraved on the window, father, mother, grandfather and grandmother. The children want the whole family to have dinner together. For three years, neither of their parents came back for the Spring Festival. When they look at the happy faces of other partners, they will feel uncomfortable and want to cry but can't.

In the hotel in the city, the family sat around the big French window, eating hot pot, several pairs of chopsticks and a pile of plates, talking and laughing to celebrate the arrival of the New Year. The window was covered with a thick atmosphere, and the scene of family reunion was hazy. The lively atmosphere pervades the whole city, and the year is approaching.

A family at the head of the village braved the smoke from the kitchen. The two brothers waited at the window and watched, "Will they come back?" The younger brother asked. My brother's answer was drowned out by a loud cry, because a rickety electric car was coming in the distance, and two people were sitting on it-father and mother.

There is a bridge in my hometown. My hometown people call it the Four Corners Bridge. If you see it, you will be surprised.

My hometown is in the south of the Yangtze River, which is a plain. There are no mountains and hills around it, but there are many rivers, large and small. There is a north-south bridge not far from grandma's east and a north-south river not far from the south. The quadrilateral bridge was built at the intersection of the two rivers.

This four-corner bridge is actually a Sichuan-style bridge formed by the vertical intersection of two cement hyperbolic arch bridges. This bridge is made of reinforced concrete. The transverse and longitudinal intersection of Sichuan shape is a bit thick, forming a regular octagon with a side length of two meters. On the four sides separated from each other, they face southeast respectively. Northwest direction. It extends in four directions: southwest and northeast. The extension line is two meters wide and twenty meters long, which is the bridge itself. The other four sides of the octagon are equipped with railings, and simple pictures are engraved on the railings. Look at the extension of the middle of the octagon, it looks like four corners have grown from it, so people in my hometown call it the four-corner bridge.

Why does this bridge look like this? I came to the middle of the bridge to find out the mystery. It turns out. If you want to walk from one place to three other places in this land divided into four parts by rivers, I don't know how many roads you have to take: if you build an ordinary bridge, you have to build at least three to connect the four places. Now, pay here

Building a bridge on the river at the fork point greatly saves the financial resources for building the bridge and saves the time and physical strength of countless pedestrians.

Standing in the middle of the bridge, there is water at the end of the peak, and ships carrying grain are driving on the clear river: looking in the direction of the four passages on the bridge deck, there are flat farmland and houses and villages hidden by bamboo forests everywhere.

Grandma told me that this quadrangle was built in 1978. Although I haven't returned to my hometown many times, the images of quadrangles in the distance often appear in front of my eyes. Ah! Four Corners Bridge, you are more like a burly Hercules, supporting your hands and feet, leading to your spine, silently letting people on the road pass by you, heading for the field of hope and heading for a happy tomorrow.

The setting sun slowly dispersed the last ray of afterglow and completely settled on the other side of the mountain. The goddess of moonlight opened her eyes again and came to this dark world, kissing the earth and covering it with a layer of shining silver. All these things look beautiful.

Under the urging of time, the moon has experienced many vicissitudes, from a "small sickle" to a "jade plate in the cloud", and then back to the starting point, and so on. Blink of an eye, from the new moon to the full moon, there has been a beautiful moment.

Under the night sky, it is really a pleasure to count the endless stars in the sky and bathe in the moonlight. The moon, supported by stars, becomes the master of the night sky. It has become eternal, constantly spreading the bright moonlight. It doesn't blink its charming eyes like a star, but it shines silently.

There are countless stars in the sky, setting off everything in the world. The elf fireflies in the night sky and moonlight are playing happily, flashing their own green light, as if to compete with the stars. But it seems to be whispering to the moon, cheerful, hiding in the grass for a while, and flying shyly for a while.

On a cold night, the moonlight is as pleasant as the spring breeze. Compared with the daytime, the night is more attractive, and the faint moonlight caresses people's cheeks, like silks and satins, which makes people fall into infinite yearning affection.

Those flowers, by moonlight, don't forget to let them touch themselves. Flowers passing by in the moonlight are more touching than ordinary flowers. Otherwise, the epiphyllum only blooms at night and is fleeting, probably because it absorbs the essence of moonlight and makes the flowers bloom! !

When the sun was about to rise, the goddess of moonlight converged its light, and everything returned to the dead silence of the past until the moment when the sun jumped out of the horizon.

Moonlight gives people infinite reverie and sinks into another world. Natural products deserve extraordinary enjoyment. The value of moonlight, only to try, will have a conclusion, believe you, will also be fascinated by moonlight.

I have a big family of fifty or sixty people-class 1 105. She is composed of teachers and classmates. We make progress together in study, help each other in life, and work together ideologically and spiritually. It was she who gave us a harmonious group and gave us laughter. It's good to have a home.

I still remember the last military training, our spoiled classmates begged Miss Liu: Miss Liu, go to the shady field next to the canteen to train! Teacher Liu, let's train on the shady ground next to the canteen! Please. Teacher Liu looked at this pair of faces and reluctantly agreed. Even if we train in the shade, it is useless. We only saw irregular teams and only heard bursts of laughter. The next day, we won the first place in the competition and the first place (last place) in Grade Two. Teacher Liu said: Yes, you all tried your best. At this time, the laughter came again, and then the students played a joke with Mr. Liu.

Another time, the school held the second school sports meeting. In the afternoon, I saw Ceng Laoshi and Jiang Yan coming over and said with a smile, Teacher Liu said that you and Jiang Yan were made for each other. You can ask Mr. Liu if you don't believe me, hehe! Then Miss Liu and Jiang Yan came one after another. I asked on the spot: Teacher Liu, do you think Jiang Yan and I are golden couple? It is! So how much can I get by cutting a piece of meat from me? Teacher Liu said with a smile: Then try cutting a piece, hehe! So he came and grabbed me, scaring me to run around. I've heard this rumor countless times and it bothers my head. Didn't the political teacher say that? The communication between boys and girls is normal. Why should we spread rumors? One minute I like this, and one minute I like that, which is really unreasonable.

It is this home that gives me laughter and warmth, which makes me, a boy called' sissy' by others, no longer lonely and makes me feel back to my childhood. It's good to have a home!

The streets and alleys of my hometown town are always mentioned by me to my friends in the city. Probably because the streets and alleys of my hometown are always filled with the pure fragrance of tofu, echoing the sound of mysterious fortune tellers shaking bamboo sticks, conveying a simple, comfortable and melodious human touch ... After all, all this is not available on the streets of cities.

The simplicity brought to me by the streets and alleys of my hometown must be told from the melodious selling sound and the pure fragrance of tofu pudding. "Tofu pudding." The old woman is wearing cuffs and carrying a shoulder pole. There is a basket hanging on the pole. Basket filled with tofu pudding in iron pot, walking in the street. The melodious and clear voice of Hawking seems to fly far away. Stop under the tree, stop in the street, and wherever you stop, there will be a comfortable fragrance.

"Little sister, how about a bowl of tofu pudding?" I nodded. When the lid of the bamboo basket is lifted, the smell is fragrant, and the smell is getting stronger and stronger. It seems that tofu has never been tasted, and the fragrance condenses on the corners of the mouth, sweet. After receiving the watery bowl of tofu pudding, I said "thank you"-"You're welcome." Then listen to the simple melodious voice, spread to the end of the street-"buy tofu pudding ..."

The streets and lanes in my hometown bring me freedom and agility, so I can take the old trees in the street as an example. Ancient trees have already taken root here, and every leaf has a long history, but it exudes the breath of life. Look, what are the children doing in the shade by twos and threes? Oh! Isn't this my shadow-like treasure hunt? I picked up a Ye Er with a yellow hoof tree. I wonder if the distant sheep will stay here for a while? This Ye Er is probably the symbol of their "trip"? Or touch the long ancient whiskers of the ancient banyan tree. You watched the years go by and bathed every inch of time in the street. You've probably been through a lot People gently touch your ancient beard and marvel at your silent wisdom and tenacious life.

The streets and alleys of my hometown bring me mystery and simplicity, just like a fortune teller sitting under an ancient banyan tree-with gray hair, a pinch of gray beard and one eye, but wearing a pair of metal glasses askew, holding a black and white goose feather fan, and a liter of bamboo tube with black spots and some bamboo sticks in front of him, as if I had seen it in that martial arts novel. I remember going to the fortune teller with my grandmother to sign it. I saw the fortune teller squinting with a bamboo tube on the ground, and I was fascinated-listening to what his mouth was saying, I caught a glimpse of his ears drooping like a demigod! And I don't know why, every word he said makes sense, and every word has been realized.

Away from the street, drifting away, staying in the city, leaning against the window, can only quietly find the bamboo slips of sheep's hoof leaves, old beards and fortune tellers that collide with each other in memory. ...

Some people say that growth is a song, full of cheerful and moving melody, and we are singing with passion; Some people say that growth is a flower, showing vigorous vitality and blooming brilliant brilliance; It is also said that growth is a slowly rising sun, full of infinite vitality and hope.

Isn't it a long way to grow up?

When we are young, when we all look at this unknown world with a pair of curious eyes, growth is a toddler. One foot deep, one foot shallow, stumbling, no matter what is ahead, even if you accidentally fall down and cry, you must get up, go forward and go forward again.

When I was a child, I simply thought that growth meant that we would grow taller every day and gradually enter a higher grade, so that we could dress up beautifully like our parents. Now I understand that growth is a long way.

Maybe one day, in the face of conflicts between classmates and friends, you don't rush to work hard, but review yourself and take the initiative to admit your mistakes and apologize; Maybe one day, in the face of other people's tears and talk, you don't listen, but try your best to help and comfort him; Maybe one day, in the face of parents' care and hard work, you won't care and take it for granted, but say thank you or pour a glass of water. It's all because you are growing up.

Every moment, we are on the road to growth. Maybe you will complain: Why is there always one bump after another along the way? I want to tell you: it is this bumpy road that accompanies us to grow up. Frustration is a stepping stone to life. Only by experiencing setbacks and setbacks can we learn valuable experiences and lessons from them. Don't be afraid to fall down on the road of growth, stand up, pat the dust on your body and continue to strut forward. How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? How can we not experience ups and downs?

Growth is an endless road. Adults, great scientists, and the country's * * * are all growing, aren't they? Perhaps no one dares to say: I really grew up-unless he stopped breathing. The "destination" of growth is like the horizon in the eyes of sailors-it seems close at hand, but when you can reach it, it is still far away, so mysterious and unknown, but it has always been our driving force.

For that "end point", we are all moving forward and working hard on this road. We cried, laughed, hurt and understood along the way. We shed countless sweat and tears along the way, and we have experienced too much along the way ... Maybe one day when you suddenly look back, you will find how precious the footprints along the way are, because we have experienced them, but the road ahead is still longer.

Growth should have been a long way. composition