Farewell to the composition of senior one.

In daily study, work or life, many people have experienced writing and are familiar with it. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is my farewell composition for senior one, for reference only, and I hope it will help everyone.

Farewell. She was beautifully dressed that night. In red, she looks white and elegant. Her husband said that this was her best time.

Snowflakes are falling slowly, reflecting her white, and she is standing in the snow. I want to see her clearly, but no matter how I look at her, I can only see a little image of her.

I want to say to her: "it's cold outside, go in and have a rest!" " "Just when I came forward to say. She smiled at me, which was as red as a blooming flower in spring, but as deep as a bleeding heart. I was shocked, so I watched her blowing cold wind in the snow and soaking in the snow.

It snowed harder and harder, and slowly covered everything. Her red skirt is also buried in the snow, but there is still a smile on her face, and it is so worrying. It feels like a happy smile, but it looks like a painful fake smile. I think her smile is more like a pool of red blood.

I don't know why, my heart suddenly hurts. It seems that something ominous is going to happen. With inner pain, the snow fell, and finally, it came-she fell in the snow. The snow-white field is her red figure.

I saw her beautiful face still smiling, but this smile made my heart ache. It is clearly a sad mood, but it should be covered up with a smile.

She left without saying a word.

Looking at her fallen figure, I was very confused. What was she thinking at that time?

However, no matter what I think, it's just in vain. She left us quietly that night.

I still miss her smile. That worrying smile should make me understand a lot.

Your smiling face is so beautiful in the snow.

Farewell, the most beautiful person in my heart. I watched her figure in the snow, and tears slowly flowed down.

I wiped my cheek, it was a face of tears. Recalling my dream just now, I looked up at the ceiling and breathed a deep sigh of relief. Said, "Yes, she's gone forever!" "

Farewell to senior one composition II. Young people are ignorant, carefree and confused about the future. Young people don't need to think about how to develop in the future and how to spend it. When we are young, we always look forward to discovering that we always use the most beautiful words to describe things. We think that this society is as kind as the small group we live in, and we don't need to worry about interpersonal communication. Young people are not as cautious and worried as adults. They always follow their hearts and don't think too much.

Those carefree days when I was young are gone forever, and carefree is far away from us. What surrounds us now is the future and dreams. How to cross it and realize it!

Faced with a mountain of homework, I no longer face it with a relaxed attitude, because I am responsible for my future. Now I dare not study with a little luck, because there are still a few people watching my efforts and progress and giving me their expectations. High school is not a question of how to spend three years for me. Now there is no so-called worry-free, leaving a responsibility for me to bear. Growth is a responsible process, and it's time to solve the problem with your heart. I don't have to worry about interpersonal relationships, and I don't have any ideas. I'm confused about everyone, and everything is beautiful. When you grow up, all these things go bad, and even friendship may go bad. How long does it take to get familiar with a group of strangers, and how many of them can withstand the ravages of time and not be forgotten after separation? If you want to make friends, you are afraid of being issued a' good friend card'. When I was young, I had no such worries at all.

Say goodbye to carefree youth and gain a stronger and more thoughtful heart. Farewell to worry-free, bring growth, dreams, goals, growing pains and pains. When I was young, I brought memories, and growth brought survival. So it's time to say goodbye to worry-free At this time, I need to grow up more. Let worry-free live in my heart! Don't worry, I don't need you anymore. I've become strong.

Farewell to senior one composition 3 "Next time we meet, we will be senior two." The monitor said this to me with a smile, and his eyes narrowed. I was shocked and didn't know what to say. When the monitor was about to walk out of the classroom door of Class 2, Grade 1, I said to his back, "Monitor, I'll take a look at you when you turn your head." The monitor turned around and his eyes narrowed again. He walked out of the classroom and waved to me.

I can't bear to part with the fact that senior one slipped away like this.

Class One and Class Two will soon become Class Two. It won't be long before 54 people will embark on three completely different paths of arts, sciences and fine arts. Yesterday, the teacher counted the number of students majoring in literature, and about one third of our class studied literature. I asked my deskmate to write my name in the sidebar. I dare not fill it out myself, for fear of shaking hands, hehe. Dad supported me to study science, but I was at a loss. I like writing something, but I don't like reciting history and politics. I prefer physics to chemistry and entanglement.

I was going to have dinner with Chen Jing at noon today, but I didn't make it. She hurried to ask her classmates for help with the books, saying that it was not too late to have dinner together two years later. Two years later, er, two years later, what should I do, cry or laugh, be happy or sad, is it destiny takes a hand?

I always make a hullabaloo about when I talk to her to see who is louder and who is more nervous. She and sister Zhu are in the same class and a dormitory. They love to do a speechless thing, that is, go back to the dormitory to change slippers at noon every day, and then go to buy rice.

Although senior one has passed, I still miss my junior high school classmates inexplicably. No.1 middle school students, whether classmates, colleagues or friends, who can cry and laugh with me? Who can be crazy with me?

Who can sit in a daze with me until dawn? Who can come all the way from No.3 Middle School just to give me a birthday present? Who can sing Tom Chang's Sea for me and cry with me?

It's not that I'm cold, it's that I'm weak.

But I still can't bear to be a freshman, not someone, but this group. After all, I stayed for a year.

I'm a little afraid of the class now. I don't know whether what they say or do is true or not. Several people have told me that there are two-faced people in my class, some with ulterior motives and some who have done shady things. To be honest, I really don't want to know this. I thought everyone in the class was very kind to me, but after listening to those words, I felt that everyone had a scary face after laughing, staring at themselves, and maybe they would take a bite sometime.

I became cautious. I ate someone else's snacks the night before, and I must buy her the same one the next night, otherwise I will feel how much I owe her. If I give you something and I don't eat it, I will say that you look down on her. If I eat it, it seems that I have touched her.

I don't want it to go so smoothly. Laugh loudly when you are happy, and cry under the covers all night when you are sad. I don't try to smile or pretend to be deep. I really just want to be the real me.

Farewell, my senior one, I hope everyone will be simple and kind when school starts on August 3 1. After all, we are all children.

Farewell to senior one composition 4 "People always know how to cherish when they lose it." Suddenly, I realized how reasonable this sentence is, just like suddenly my heart took off its armor and was stabbed. I'm losing you, aren't I, Yangjiaowan?

Where would I go without you? I am a child who grew up in your cradle! Your arms have raised generations of children, and now you will be built into an airport. Will your children, unrelated brothers and sisters, be separated from each other? You are pushed forward by the times, but my thoughts are like being pulled by an invisible line, year after year.

When I was a child, the grass beside the village was undoubtedly my playground. I remember once, because I was not careful, I tripped over a dog and chewed the mud. According to my grandmother, I cried badly that time. When I was older, I joined the team of older children and followed them around the village. It seems that my footprints are everywhere in the village. After I went to school, I don't know how many articles I wrote to praise you. Now I'm going to be an adult. I can't cry if I want to like a child, so I have to write such an article to silently miss the past with you. I really can't imagine that my grandfather's house will be demolished and my happy field will be buried. The fertile soil was stripped of its coat and buried under reinforced concrete. Do you secretly cry at night because you are at a loss? Please don't forget to come to my dream that day. Insects in the grass, brothers and sisters, sing a few more songs so that I can hear your voices again.

Please let me call your name a few times, Yangjiaowan, Yangjiaowan, Yangjiaowan. Maybe in a few years, you will be a household name because of your new name and new look. The word "xx airport" sounds so strange that it scares me. You are my hometown. You have always been my favorite home. How can a year without firecrackers, egg noodles and baked sweet potatoes be called a year? How can a night road be called a night road without lanterns from every household? Without you, I am not the same person.

Heard me laugh, heard me cry, watched me grow up in Yangjiaowan, farewell, farewell!

Don't bring textbooks. How many things did your parents do to make you fail? If you don't work hard, you can't even do such a small thing as a textbook well. Look, it's 17. Doing two or three multiple-choice questions with your eyes closed is more than this score. ...

I saw the teacher blushing, waving the test paper in his hand and staring angrily at the boy who still went his own way even if he was scolded.

The bad boy's casual expression completely angered the teacher. The teacher was so angry that he crumpled the paper into a ball and stamped his foot viciously and shouted, "You go to the playground to run laps, and you won't stop until I say stop." Not to be outdone, the bad boy slammed the door. The teacher was very angry, but she followed out helplessly.

The students in the class are still doing exercises calmly as usual, and several girls are talking about the "crimes" of bad children on weekdays. I only saw the female monitor with excellent grades on weekdays, and she looked flustered. I don't know which busybody shouted: "Oh dear! Monitor, you are so nervous, you like him! "

"Ha ha ..."

"Hee hee ..."

Laughter came from the classroom.

The next day, I saw several classmates get together and talk about-

"Hey, did you hear? Call the parents of the bad boy, and the teacher will let him go home and reflect for a few days! "

"Really?"

"This can be false, I've heard of it. His father can be fierce, and this time it can be miserable! "

"Go home, I don't like him, let's go, class can be much quieter ..." The students are talking about it. After listening to the students' comments, the female monitor really panicked and escaped from the class.

The next day, I don't know which big mouth it is. I seem to have discovered an extremely important event. I cleared my throat and announced loudly, "The monitor really likes that bad boy. I saw him clearly yesterday. The monitor watched him out of school! That look, hehe. Really affectionate! "This is a terrible thing. The whole class exploded the pot, and you said one sentence at a time. A few days later, the news reached the head teacher.

On this day, the class teacher called the female monitor to the office, took a sip of tea and said earnestly, "You are the best student in our class. The class and the school are proud of you. Love can only be chosen more rationally when it comes to college. You are a good boy, you ... "

"Teacher, no, no ..." The female monitor hurriedly interrupted the teacher when she heard this. "I, I ..." She faltered out of words.

"You are in adolescence, I can understand, but ..."

"Teacher, I didn't bring my book that day. He, he looked at me in a hurry and kindly lent me the book ... "

Farewell to the year when I was born, the fortune teller said that the child's life is very thin, and the mulberry tree will take root and sprout when it enters the ground, and the child will be saved.

From then on, I got a tree of my own.

Mulberry, like an arm stretched out from the earth, has its roots deeply embedded in the soil, like the veins stood out on the arm. Every summer, everyone likes to curl up under the green mulberry trees. Old people often say that in just over ten years, they have never seen such a tall and straight mulberry tree. This tree either becomes useful or exquisite.

I like to say proudly to my friends, look, this is my tree! Then he picked up a small basin, climbed up the tree as fast as a monkey, and picked the mulberry as red and purple as obsidian. Then he led his friends to soak their feet in the cool stream, washed them with the stream, and stopped eating until their mouths and even their fingernails turned black and purple.

Leaning under a tree in a daze, I can often see grandma's hen Ahua flapping her wings against the tree. Sometimes I meet a neighbor's Shiba Inu named Dahuang and bark at a kitten named Xiaobai in a tree, while I laugh. ...

With these wonderful memories, I went back to my grandmother's house. After touching the old mulberry tree, I excitedly rushed into the backyard to say hello to my elders.

When I saw my uncle and grandpa, they seemed to be talking about something, which was quite serious. I stopped-

"Come on, you can't blame this tree ..." Dad frowned and whispered.

Uncle immediately interrupted his father's unfinished words: "What do you know, have you forgotten everything about last year?" This is a mulberry tree! The "hurt" tree will "hurt" people. "

His uncle whispered, "Don't be so superstitious ..."

Uncle immediately retorted: "Superstition! Who invited the dead fortune teller? There is no such thing as' the tree is connected with the child'. "

"Stop it!" Grandpa's reprimand for falling on the floor silenced everyone. Suddenly, my uncle found me hiding behind the door panel. He stared at me hard and shouted in disgust, "get out!" "

I flew out and sat on the stone steps and in front of the old tree. Last summer, after a heavy rain, my cousin climbed to the top of the tree to play, but his foot slipped. ...

Suddenly a dull sound of an axe caused a spasm in my abdomen. I went crazy and rushed to a bare and ugly stake. I just looked at the tearful liquid on the stake. ...

Jane giggled, rhubarb lay motionless on the ground, and Xiaobai looked at me and ran away without looking back. The inexplicable spasm disappeared, just like the faint tears of an old mulberry tree on a stake. Farewell, old sang. I think so, pick up the last branch and insert it by the stream: maybe there will be a green mulberry tree in ten years!

On the day I bid farewell to Composition 7 of Senior One, I cried and cried very sadly.

I have been loved by my family since I was a child, and I have everything I want. That summer vacation, my parents were busy with work, my sister was busy with tutoring, and I was the only one in the family watching TV. For several days, I complained to my mother that being alone was really boring. If this continues, I will get depressed sooner or later. Within three days, we have a new member in our family-Sister Guoguo.

It is a Chinese-American mixed-race pet dog, because it happened to be a full moon when it first came to my house. She is a little girl like me, so I call her Sister Guoguo. Really cute! Her small body, snow-white hair, drooping ears and big round eyes lie on my lap and enjoy it.

I share my snacks with it every day to make it fatter and cuter. We didn't know each other very well in the first few days. When feeding it potato chips, it will move its small nose, smell it repeatedly, then slowly open its mouth and chew it slowly, like a little lady. Later, it even robbed me of my food, which was very naughty. That's great. I eat grapes, it eats grape skins, I drink milk tea, it eats pearls, it eats everything, even peppers.

What I like best is when I give it a bath. Let me comb its snow-white hair and enjoy my artificial massage. It will be good. However, after washing, I will be amused by it tossing its body and spraying water on me.

So unconsciously, two months passed. Moreover, I can't take it home after school, and my grandparents won't take care of it. My parents work in other places and no one has time. I cried all the time the day I went back to my hometown to go to school. Although it's only been two months, we have established a deep affection. Fruit seems reluctant to leave me, constantly rubbing my paws and making a deep cry. My mother promised me that she would spend more time taking care of the fruit, so I was willing to put it down and go home.

A few weeks later, I learned from my grandparents that my mother had taken Guoguo to a far-away place and planned to set it free. But no one expected that Guoguo would come back three days later. I cried at that time and insisted that my mother give me an explanation. Later, as I hoped, Guoguo returned to my hometown, which means that he can accompany me every day, and I can finally rest assured. However, accidents are always inevitable. Not long after I got home, I lost a lot of fruit. That day, my parents came home and sold the fruit to the dog dealer while I was at school. When I got home, I searched all over the house before I wanted to believe the truth.

During that time, I often cried myself to sleep and woke up crying. There are often fruits in my dreams, but I wake up with nothing.

I really miss you, Sister gogo.

Gogo, where are you? Are you okay? I miss you!