Excellent composition in senior two.

In study, work and life, everyone has written a composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following are six excellent senior two compositions I have compiled for you. Welcome to read the collection.

Among the 24 solar terms of 1, I was particularly impressed by Qingming. Dig into its meaning-lightness and wisdom; I was deeply impressed by the sad mood of ancient poems that have been circulated for thousands of years-it rained in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls. More profoundly, this is a special day to remember and commemorate loved ones.

In April, warm spring and faint melancholy will soar in my heart and haunt my heart like light smoke. This is the Qingming complex that we have to experience every year. So, I quietly put my emotions in sadness and yearning, but I didn't want to go out.

Memory of Tomb-Sweeping Day, always see the rain, thinking, is it because of sadness, the sky is also accompanied by tears? There is one exception this year. It didn't rain, but it was still foggy. Early in the morning, all the men in the family are on their way to the cemetery. Part of the cemetery is where their ancestors are buried. A few years ago, my parents also moved my grandparents' graves to the cemetery. There is a treasure trove of feng shui, which is surrounded by mountains and waters. Unfortunately, due to local customs, a married daughter or a married daughter-in-law cannot worship the ancestors of her husband's family and family. At the moment, I can only wait for their return in my hometown, and I can only pin my grief on my ancestors, my grandparents who have been sleeping for many years, not too far away. Stand quietly on the balcony and let the cool spring breeze caress your face, brush your hair and clothes with heartbreaking tenderness. Yellow flowers are everywhere, like spring thoughts, full of sadness and nostalgia. ...

When I was a child, my grandparents didn't bring me much. My father left home to join the army when he was young. After the army changed jobs, he went to other places, and then married my mother, and later had me and my brother. When I was in primary school, I really returned to my hometown now. Maybe it's because I haven't been with them for many years, and I always feel that the affection I feel is so mellow and deep. It is a kind of affection between grandparents and grandchildren, and it is also a kind of love that complements each other.

At that time, everyone lived in the town, and grandparents lived in the village. Every weekend is a day for everyone to get together. Grandma always went to the village market early that day to buy our favorite salted duck eggs and chicken wings (it was already quite luxurious at that time). Everyone was happy to say that my grandson was back and they liked this best. I have been very busy since I got home. After a sumptuous lunch, Grandpa will take us to vegetable fields to pick vegetables, go fishing by the river, go to the production team to see the silkworm babies … and there are many interesting places. In the evening, to leave, grandparents will send everyone to the village entrance again, waving their hands until they can't see each other. At that time, the weekend was the happiest time I longed for most, and it was the day I had been looking forward to since Monday. I still remember clearly that my grandmother likes my hair best. Every time I touch it with a hand full of cocoons, I say, everyone's hair is so soft and slippery, grow it quickly, and grandma should tie a beautiful bow. The years seem to be yesterday, the earnest words are still in my ears, and the beautiful memories are still hidden in my heart, without a trace of dust.

Later, I went out to study, and later, I left my hometown to be a soldier. Four years in the army was a rich experience in my life, but it also gave me irreparable regrets. On an upset night, I received an important notice from my grandmother. Thousands of miles away from home, when I asked for leave and hurried home, my grandmother had already left in Hexi, and I couldn't see her old man for the last time! Kneel down. Before I fell down, I cried like rain and my voice was hoarse. During the wake, my mother took out an unopened cookie and said to me, "Daughter, this is from my grandmother. Some time ago, I still remember that this is your favorite cake and I don't want to eat it. I especially want to give it to you when you visit relatives at the end of the year, but now ... my mother choked up. Trembling, I picked up the jar and stroked it. I clearly touched grandma's breath, so warm and familiar. Trembling, I opened it, and with tears, I swallowed it, swallowing my grandmother's thoughts and love. I, never have a chance to be filial to grandma again! I can't try to kneel on grandma's knee anymore!

Later, my mother told me that my grandmother suddenly fell ill, but she left peacefully. The only worry is that she won't see her beloved granddaughter. Forever, it has been more than ten years, and regret has been with me so far, and my heart still stings every time I think about it. A few years later, grandpa left. When he lived, he said that grandma was lonely there and I wanted to spend time with her ... Now, they are reunited at the other end of the day to continue their mutual affection. ...

The sky, still no tears, whether, don't want to add sadness; The breeze is still fresh, which swells clothes and moistens the face. Looking up, I tried to keep tears from my eyes. I want to tell my grandparents that my granddaughter lives a safe and happy life and will continue to do so. ...

At this moment, a bunch of yellow flowers, a row of weeping willows and a breeze, I face the direction of the cemetery and bow deeply. Looking up, my eyes are separated from the clouds, and my grandparents' kind smiles are blooming on the distant horizon ... So I also try to open a smiling face, a happy smiling face with tears. ...

When junior high school is about to graduate, students fill in alumni records one after another. When I filled in the column of "Best wishes", my sister's smiling face appeared in my mind, so the past appeared in front of me like a movie.

My sister is six years older than me, so she naturally becomes my "nanny". Once, I fell down because of the chase, and my blood gurgled out. I opened my mouth in pain and cried. My sister was at a loss and stood in horror watching me bleed. Mother heard the sound and ran over. She scolded her sister without asking. My sister just stood with her head down as if everything was her fault.

The next day, my sister came over and took me to play.

On my sister's ninth birthday, my mother put the cake on a high cabinet in advance to prevent me from stealing it. This is the first cake that our family bought! How tempting the cake is for us children! I am not tall, so I stepped on a small bench and pulled it down with my hand. With a bang, the cake fell heavily on the floor like a pool of colored mud. My sister yelled at me angrily, and I burst into tears, hysterically trying to achieve my goal. My sister reached out and hit me, and my mother came at the same time. She scolded her sister loudly and finally cried in grievance.

After my mother left, I quickly climbed to the ground and licked the cake. At this time, the dog came and the chicken came. We scrambled to eat the cake on the floor, and only my sister was wronged and sat beside crying. If I hadn't grabbed her face after eating, she couldn't even say the taste.

The next day, my sister came over and took me to play.

Now, my sister has gone to a university to study. She buys a lot of things every time she comes back from vacation. I stood by and watched, only to see my sister take things out of the suitcase one by one. She said, sister, didn't you say there were few shoes? This is yours, this new suit is your favorite "husband cake" ... The light stood on her soft face, and she looked up and walked towards me.

"I want to be a sister once", I wrote in the column of "My greatest wish". "I will feel that I owe my sister all my life. It can be said that my sister is the second mother. "

My sister is always tolerant, accommodating and caring for my sister and brother. My sister loves us more than herself, so I want to be a sister and love her as much as she loves us.

Dear Mr. Su Dongpo,

Hello! I am a calm girl, a 2 1 century die-hard fan who has been trying to follow in your footsteps. I want to take this opportunity to tell you what I said.

When I first read Mr. Wang's article, I was deeply attracted by your dance. Although we are people living in different times, I still have a feeling of "meeting you for the first time is like returning from an old friend". As a junior, I appreciate your boldness. Open-minded and the stormy life you created.

Reading you is reading the ever-changing life. You are like the wind, starting from dancing under Yu Songbai at the end of Qingping. You hope to serve your country and display your talents one day, but the secular world has made you fall into the abyss. You have your dignity, you will not bear the worldly burden, you will not bow to mediocre courtiers, you will not flatter the emperor. Therefore, your tomorrow is doomed to be lonely. I think I know you, the one who raised his glass and dared to ask heaven, "Which year is this year and yesterday?" You are aloof and lonely without sinking, you are as lonely as fireworks.

I appreciate your persistence, forbearance, openness and elegance. When you are exiled to the ends of the earth, you still have the feeling of "300 lychees a day, even if you are a Lingnan person". Therefore, I always tell myself to be like you: the storm of officialdom and the baptism of life can't stop the progress of the soul.

Your life is as beautiful as a flower to me. Look at the breeze on the river, look at the bright moon in the mountains, and occasionally have a crane dream in the east wind, letting the wind and rain run rampant all over the world. You come with the wind and go against the wind. Your heart is like the wind, your spirit is like the wind, and your nature is like the wind, leaving only immortal masterpieces blooming on the stage of history.

What I yearn for most is your mood. You were banished to the West Lake without complaint, but "to serve as an official and benefit all sides." You struggled to get rid of worldly hunger and not let it imprison your soul. People, when can we overcome the common problems of quick success and impetuous mentality, have no intention to stay or stay, look at the clouds in the sky, be humiliated, and look at the leisurely mood in front of the door!

Sir, I would like to go through the secular world with you and stick to my spiritual home, just like the crane Dongpo!

Please forgive me for asking too much!

Lonely cities and walls can't erase your fingerprints, my scars, parting people.

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"Leave people alone and yearn for the closed station in the past. Even if you can't fly out, you don't have to worry about your banned relatives. You can enjoy the freedom of being banned and enjoy the most vulgar care." This is my first feeling after I got the so-called "freedom". Without the bondage of parents, no matter how lonely you are, you must shout for freedom. Because of what I have been longing for for for a long time, I finally got my wish and came to Shanshan. I don't feel as good as I thought. My imagination is full of joy that I can see clearly, but in reality it is half bright and half dark, half charming and half sad. In my imagination, I can spend my time and Jinhua at will when my parents are away, but in reality I am worried and eager.

I used to see my classmates and parents around me. I could wander the streets for a long time at night and get what I wanted at any time, but I was restricted by my parents. I can't stay late, I can't go shopping, I can't wander around, I can't sleep late, I can't play many games, I can't make phone calls for a long time ... In short, there are many things I can't do, and my companion's life is only the nagging and love of my grandparents. So my fantasy can only be shattered, and my childhood has been spent in longing.

Now, my wish has finally come true. Parents go out to work "as I wish". When my mother left, her ugly face couldn't touch my heart. My heart is full of how to squander my first money. I fantasize about my future life. I can be the envy of "another girl like me", but I don't want to. Life is so hard now-an empty house is as quiet as loneliness in the dark. In the movie, the devil looks like a familiar face floating in front of my eyes, threatening me to miss and longing for my mother to come back to me. These days after my mother left, I have been living in such a longing.

Thursday is the traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day. Seeing pedestrians carrying "money" one by one, I suddenly remembered that I had been busy for a long time, neglected my grandmother, and wanted to give her some comfort. Finally, in the evening after the rain, I came to the long-lost cemetery with my thoughts on her, and the light smoke danced in the air. He is like an elf, interpreting the world. After the flight, I rose into space. I think it was the trace left by the breeze that brought my thoughts to my grandparents in heaven. Through the faint smoke, I saw the clear mark on the tombstone-Liu Chen's mother's grave. Every word is hard and unforgettable.

Rows of graves, I think people in Lilliput will praise the "architecture" here as magnificent, like a ghost kingdom, surrounded by walls inch by inch, where my grandparents live. This lonely wall, the wall that blocks me, I long to cross this wall, but I can't erase the fingerprints left by God and turn them into my traces.

In my memory, there is always a pile of fiery charcoal, like beautiful flowers, emitting a faint fragrance and the fragrance of love.

Every time I look through the photo album, I will look at grandpa's photos for a while, and I will cherish them involuntarily.

I like to eat roasted corn.

As soon as I entered the gate, I saw grandpa chopping wood. He stood beside a log about 40 cm in diameter, with his feet apart and his legs bent. He stood in a good posture and squatted down, raised his axe above his head and chopped it hard. The wood split in two with a click. My heart also followed a shock. Grandpa can always divide logs in two accurately. After a while, there will be a pile of firewood on the ground. Grandpa's face was covered with smiles and crystal beads of sweat.

Grandpa picked up some firewood, piled it in a small pile, covered it with some hay, and then put some firewood on it. Grandpa took the sickle out of his pocket, approached the hay and rubbed it skillfully three times. Suddenly, there were sparks everywhere. When several of them landed on the hay, the hay began to smoke gently. Grandpa bulged his cheeks and blew gently. The black smoke grew thicker and thicker, and finally sparks came out of the hay. Then he blew hard and the flame got up. Grandpa picked up the cattail leaf fan next to him and kept fanning, and soon lit the firewood. The flame is getting higher and higher However, after a while, the thick black smoke disappeared and the wood gradually turned into red charcoal. The arrogant flame suddenly calmed down modestly.

Grandpa gently threw the corn into the red fire and squatted down. Because his legs and feet were clumsy, he squatted on the ground at once. I ran to help him up, but he squatted down again, turning the burning corn with two thin sticks from time to time. He turned the corn upside down, quickly pulled his hand back, and then turned another corn in a different position. I tried to help grandpa, but I was always burned by the ruthless flame. The wind seems to be against me No matter where I am, the wind is always facing me, and the flame will blow head-on. Grandpa didn't take special care of me either, just smiled at me from time to time. The wrinkles on grandpa's forehead, set off by the fire, are like black and red ravines.

The corn is finally baked. The yard is full of delicious smells. The fire has not been put out. Grandpa took a big iron hook and slowly hooked out the corn cob one by one. Corn is golden yellow, mixed with the unique burnt brown after charcoal roasting. I couldn't take care of my hot hand, so I couldn't wait to take a bite. The smell of corn lingers between my lips and teeth, so fragrant that I can't help licking my mouth and muttering to my grandfather: "delicious, delicious." Grandpa smiled, and even the wrinkles were full of smiles and satisfaction. He helped me wipe the corn kernels on my mouth and said, "Eat slowly, and grandpa will bake them for you when you are greedy."

When I was thirteen, my grandfather passed away. Now, the traces of roasted corn in my hometown yard have faded long ago, but my childhood memories will never fade away. That pile of burning charcoal is the seed that grandpa loves. The whole body is golden, but it is mixed with the unique brown corn baked by charcoal fire. Like a beautiful flower, it has become a permanent fragrance in my memory.

Your five elements are short of fire, so your mother took the name "Su Lingyi" shortly after you were born. The meaning of four fires, goddess and fire.

My name is Su Lingyi, and I grew up in Wan Peng. Wan Peng is a place with mountains and water, and the temperature is moderate all the year round. It is a village that has not been immersed in business, with the most simple folk customs and the purest scenery.

Surrounding Wan Peng Village is the Bay River, which is green, like a belt. Water will fly with the wind, and leaves will take a nap in the bay river.

However, the villagers in Wan Peng are also very conservative and traditional. They don't seem to have come out of the old society. Men in Wan Peng rarely go out to make a living, and most people stick to their own fields. Men plow, women weave, and work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

So, to put it another way, Wan Peng seems isolated from the outside world, a bit like the "Peach Blossom Garden".

Rain is my favorite weather. It rained day after day. If it rains in summer, the water will rise very high. There are a lot of fish rushing in from the outside-grass carp, carp and crucian carp.

At that time, men in Wan Peng would hold big net bags, and children would go fishing in the river and catch fish in the ditch, one at a time, keeping the fish in the middle bit by bit. The water in the bay river is clear and refreshing. It seems that you can drink, but it seems that you can't eat. Such water. Be crowned with sacred meaning. The oldest elder in the village said that since his great grandfather's generation, there has been a Bay River here, which is a witness of history. The Bay River is there, people are there, the Bay River is dead, and people are dead.

I don't believe those words. At that time, I was an eleven-year-old happy girl who studied in the primary school auditorium at the entrance of the village from Monday to Friday. The teacher teaches us literacy and arithmetic.

As for the knowledge of the earliest teachers, where did it come from or from outside? Or did Mr. Wang go out to seek knowledge? This seems to have always been a mystery.

"Xiao Huo, where's your father?" My partner Miao asked me.

"I don't know, I haven't seen him since I was born." I answered with no expression.

My best friend at that time, Yu Miao, was short of water, so his father asked a fortune teller to help him choose this name.

Miao is very kind to me. He always picks peaches from home, which is very sweet. At that time, I always followed Miao contentedly and tried my best to kiss up to her.

Simon is very good at fishing. He always goes fishing after school every time. He came home, dropped his schoolbag, carried his net bag and ran barefoot along the Bay River. The microwave sparkled and his figure was reflected. I looked into his eyes from a distance, and it turned into an instant, always shaking in my heart.

In early autumn, we went to "steal" the sweet potatoes from Wang's house, picked a few, and carefully dug them out with a shovel, two for each person, the smaller ones, so that they would be fragrant when roasted.

At that time, Miao went to look for straw, so I built a stove with bricks to make a fire. Thick smoke rose round and round, which made me cry imperceptibly, but I was still happy.

Baked sweet potatoes are extremely sweet, but very hot. Tear off the burnt skin outside and you can eat it. I didn't eat sweet potatoes, but the happy time when two people were together.

During the summer vacation, a group of children rushed to their homes like crazy. At that time, the entertainment was playing hide-and-seek together, playing marbles, or watering the land planted by parents.

But I am not happy.

Miao Xiang saw something and went home together. He finally asked me, "What's the matter, Xiao Huo?"

How can I tell him that I have been repeating a dream recently, a dream about the Bay River and me. There is always a fortune teller in the dream who repeats: "She lacks fire in five elements and four fires, and will die in the Bay River like her father." Always hear the unreal voice "drown her!" Drown her! "Then I woke up, covered in sweat.

I unscrewed the bottle cap and swallowed, but I still didn't tell him.

In the evening, I was absent-minded to help my mother roll wool. A fortune teller came uninvited, and I shivered. It's doomed Is it coming?

I hid in my room, stuck it on the door and eavesdropped on their conversation.

"Since she was born, let you throw her away, how do you stay until now? Do you want her to be like her father? "

"..." Mother was speechless, followed by a faint cry, as if from another time and space.

"Send her out early." The fortune teller dropped this sentence and left.

My body leaning against the door began to collapse.

Wan Peng suddenly ran out of well water, and the villagers couldn't get water, so they had to go to the Bay River to get water. However, some old people objected that if the Gulf River dried up, people would die.

It hasn't rained for days. I licked my lips and felt thirsty. I leaned against the door frame and watched the scorching sun outside. This kind of weather is rare in Wan Peng.

Some villagers said that karma came, karma came, and his ghost was attached to her daughter .../Kloc-Karma 0/2 years ago. ...

I don't know what happened twelve years ago, but I vaguely feel that it has a lot to do with me.

Mother is very haggard and anxious these days, and there is no water. Her clothes haven't been washed for days.

I asked my mother, "What happened twelve years ago?" At first she refused to say anything, but in the end she said, "Your father Xie Su was drowned by them." My always strong mother shed tears, and a faint, straight tear mark fell on the threshold.

At that time, my parents, one lacking water and the other lacking fire, decided to get married despite the opposition of the villagers, but after marriage, the Bay River was inexplicably broken. You have to drown one, so there can be water in the Bay River.

So my father was drowned by them, and the vulgar Bay River villagers actually thought it was a wonderful way.

Dad, who has always been a good swimmer, drowned in order to save her mother and me.

The villagers are very happy.

The fortune teller said in my mother's ear, "After the baby in your belly is born, you must throw it outside, or it will end up like her father." This is a prophecy, and its beginning is death and abandonment.

This day has finally arrived, and the villagers' desire to drown me is increasing day by day. I was carried to the Bay River by a group of people, including the village head and fortune teller.

"Sue, your father sacrificed his life to save the Bay River twelve years ago. I believe that you are also a good boy and will pay for the Bay River, right? "

I wanted to say something wrong, but before I could say it, I was drowned.