I don't understand this composition.

In life, work and study, many people have experienced writing and are familiar with it. Writing can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our hearts and think about our future direction. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following is the original composition I didn't understand, for your collection. Welcome everyone to refer to it, I hope it will help you.

It turns out that I didn't understand the composition 1. With the growth of age, many things become more and more incomprehensible.

I don't understand why I like to walk alone on the narrow sidewalks on both sides of the expressway, where there are thin, tall and small trees. Maybe I miss my place in 12, or I miss Sakura Avenue, or I like that street because I am lonely. To be honest, I really don't understand.

I don't understand why I like to wander around the street with a small umbrella on rainy days. I think that's because I like the faint smell of earth in the rain! Or maybe the gloomy sky is very close to my mood! Or do I have too many good memories in rainy days! Seriously, I don't understand.

I don't understand why I don't like "martial arts novels", but I love "detective novels" almost all day, or I am addicted to Hitchcock's novels. Maybe I'm tired of watching martial arts and want to change to a new one, or maybe the logic of martial arts is not strong or not as strong as detective novels! I really don't understand.

I don't understand why I fell in love with Beijing opera, which is an antique in the eyes of others. Maybe the charm and spirit of Beijing Opera attracted me, or maybe I just like the content of Beijing Opera and the characters in it! I don't understand!

I still don't understand why I like talking to myself. Maybe I have no friends. Maybe I don't talk to people who talk to themselves. Maybe there are others, but I don't understand!

I don't understand. I really don't understand? Maybe! Maybe I have understood it, just, just don't want to say it!

I think I understand some of them, but ... I know nothing!

But maybe you don't need a reason to like it?

It turns out that I didn't understand composition 2. At first, I only thought that maternal love was a delicious breakfast every morning, but now I find that I don't understand it.

Every morning, when I was still rolling in the quilt, I actually smelled the fragrance of poached eggs and thought I was still dreaming. Wait together, and sure enough, the poached eggs are on the coffee table, and my mother is still busy in front of the stove. I thought it was maternal love.

One day, my mother went to school (I made a mistake at school) and came back very angry. Anger is as red as fire.

I know I'm doomed to fail this time. It must be a tough day. I don't care whether it's men's singles or women's singles. Get the sponge pad ready.

Strangely, no one hit me today, not even me!

A few days later, my mother went to school again because of the same thing.

It's definitely over this time.

Sure enough, going home is a beating. My father scolded me and my mother scolded me. I'm tired of them. Shut my door and let you nag.

Half an hour later, they quieted down and thought they had gone to bed. As soon as they went out, my parents stood at the door and started again.

I couldn't help it, so I chickened out.

"Pa" and "Pa" slapped me, which hurts.

A few drops of liquid flowed on the back of my hand. Is there no water leakage at home? Looking up, my mother was crying.

It turned out that when my mother hit me again, my heart was also hurting. This heartache is much more painful than hitting me.

Originally, I thought I was the only one who would feel pain in my slap. Now, I just found out that I don't understand.

It turns out that I didn't understand composition 3. The world is big, I am small, and there are many problems. I'm still looking for answers.

I think nature is a wonderful world. Only scientists know its secret, not primary school students like me. Newton thought about the whereabouts of apples and discovered gravity. In fact, nature is around us, and everyone can decrypt it. I always thought I knew about nature, but I didn't.

I thought friends were just inseparable every day. Two good friends, hand in hand wherever they go, can turn against each other because of a trivial matter. Within a few days, they made up, often tossing and turning. Someone told me that true friendship is like an evergreen tree, which is endless. When you need help, it will help you without complaint. I always thought I knew about friendship, but I didn't.

I think spring is a warm season. Winter is warm spring, and spring is hot summer. Spring is actually a sowing season and a brand-new beginning. In spring, we sow the seeds of hope, the saplings promise to grow into towering trees, the florets promise to bloom fragrant flowers, and we stand at the white starting line and promise to be the first. I always thought I knew about spring, but I didn't.

I think ...

Many questions, I thought I understood, but I found I didn't.

It turns out that I didn't understand composition 4. In this rebellious youth, I once thought that maternal love was a nagging "reminder". It turned out that I never understood.

During the winter vacation, I stayed up late at my friend's house because of his birthday and didn't go home until after dinner. The orange street lamp shines on my way home, looking at the familiar door, inserting the key into the keyhole and turning it. After the door was opened, it was like this: under the dim light of the dining room, the delicious food was covered with a layer of winter fatigue and coolness, and my mother leaned back on the sofa in the living room with her eyes closed.

Seeing this scene, my hands and feet unconsciously lightened up, but the moment I closed the door, I woke up my sleeping mother. I thought the storm didn't come early at first. My mother's hoarse voice when she first woke up made me a little confused: "Have you eaten?" I don't know whether her long-lost tenderness made me stunned or her tired voice made me dull, but I didn't make any noise for a long time.

Mother stood up slowly: "Are you full? Would you like some more? " Before I could answer, my mother went to the table, pulled open the chair next to me, sat around the other side, picked up chopsticks and ate alone. As if by some strange coincidence, I sat down, picked up chopsticks and began to eat. The entrance was cold, and I stopped eating after only a few bites, but my mother ate it anyway.

After all, I couldn't help it: "Mom, don't eat first, heat it up before eating." Mother looked up slightly, and the years of meat cutters left wrinkles on her face and indelible marks on her forehead. Looking at my mother's old age, my heart seems to be firmly attracted by magnets, which is the softest place in my mother's heart.

It turned out that I didn't understand my mother's meticulous care for me, and I didn't understand all this until now.

It turned out that I didn't understand composition 5. When I was a child, I thought that everything my mother did for me was what she should do. I didn't get it. Maybe it is her responsibility, but my mother regards it not only as her own responsibility, but as a part of her life!

I didn't get it.

I thought my father was a responsibility, but I never cherished it. From birth to growth, I have always been accompanied by my father, so that I almost forgot him. Father not only regards accompanying us as a responsibility, but as a part of life!

I didn't get it.

When I was young and ignorant and didn't know anything, it was the teacher who guided me to see the vast world. I thought this was what teachers should do. It turns out that I don't understand. Teachers do not regard education as a responsibility, but as a part of life!

I didn't get it!

I thought friends were just people who wanted to play when they were bored. Originally, I didn't understand them. Later, I learned that friends are not for fun, but people who live together all their lives. We should cherish those who are really opposite. It is the greatest luck in our life to have a friend who never leaves. Friends are a part of life!

I didn't get it.

I thought youth was just a period of time. In fact, youth will accompany me all my life. Youth is not only for teenagers of 15 and 16. In fact, no matter how old you are, you will never lose your youth as long as you have a youthful heart!

I didn't get it.

I thought life was just a form. Never really take life seriously and make fun of it. I never paid attention to the warnings from parents and teachers again and again. It turns out that life is not a form, but my responsibility!

I didn't get it.

I thought I had it when I was born!

I didn't get it.

It turns out that I didn't understand composition 6. Some things, we may never know, but some things, we have to taste to understand.

Some people always say that they already know something, but in fact, they don't understand it yet, but they are always hiding it. ...

My parents live abroad and come back only once a year. When they miss me, they always send a video call to see if I'm okay and hurt ... but they always call when I'm doing something I like, so I always want to hang up when I'm impatient. When I make a phone call, I will answer: well, oh, I will ... there is nothing to talk about.

Maybe I didn't savor this conversation carefully. I always feel that talking to my parents is dry and tasteless. Sometimes I hang up when they call. My heart is not used to make that call, but to do other things. I didn't listen to some of their words at all, just turned a deaf ear.

I thought they didn't want me or love me abroad, but after listening to what my aunt said to me, I suddenly woke up. Although they are separated from me by a screen, they have been trying to convey their deep love to me in words, but I didn't taste it, because I was absent-minded and only cared about my own affairs, and I didn't listen to them or understand their meaning.

This time, they brought me a lot of nutrition. Only later did I know their deep love for me and their anxiety abroad.

It turned out that I never understood my parents' hearts, and now I understand that if I want to understand my parents, I have to savor what they say to myself.

It turns out that I didn't understand composition 7. Everyone has youth, but do we really know the word youth?

I always thought that this was my only time. Such a beautiful youth was just a teenager. Sitting in class with the command that you must concentrate on your studies, it seems that only the good or bad grades can judge whether your youth is meaningful.

I feel that we are firmly bound by the shackles of life and cannot break the secular rules. We have to give in. Invisible competition from small to large, repeated persecution, every step is uneasy, but we have to face the rugged road of life with a smile, and we have no way to escape.

We always hope that we can be the truest ourselves. We can laugh and cry when we are young. No one can restrain us, and everything is as we wish.

I look forward to watching movies about youth. It seems that their youth is so colorful. It turns out that we still have time, we are still young, and there is enough time and youth in the future waiting for us to spend freely. We step by step towards youth, we begin to rebel, we sing with a slightly green voice, we handle things with immature ideas, and we begin to try our best to satisfy what we want and think about our own happiness, which is also so beautiful. Actually, we have youth.

I thought I knew youth. It turns out that I just regarded youth as a period of time, but I didn't know it was so colorful. I thought I understood the meaning of life. I only knew its length, but I didn't know its incomparable value.

I thought I learned a lot. It turns out that youth is a time to squander. It will eventually pass away and become a beauty that you will never forget.

I don't understand composition 8. I don't understand composition 8. I thought friendship meant playing together, but I was wrong! Play is to increase friendship.

During the break, the students in our class are happiest. Playing games, playing basketball and chatting together in 3355 always has a different kind of fun.

Look, there are still a group of people playing basketball. The ball bounces like a rabbit. We always get the ball when we attack. When they change, we are always robbed of the ball and time flies back and forth.

I have a clever plan. I grabbed the ball and rushed to another camp. A fat man came to protect me. I put it under his crotch, quickly bypassed him, grabbed the ball, shot it, and the ball scored.

I can also throw it up, land it in his face and throw another ball.

I have lost interest in playing, and my teammates can't help laughing at them: "You are too weak, the score is 5: 0." Just walk slowly, pass it to my teammates, and my teammates pass it to me, just like playing a monkey. At this time, the teammate passed it again, which was too strong. It hit me in the face. I was caught off guard and it hurt.

My face is a little bruised and swollen. I thought the opponent I laughed at would grab the ball, but he didn't. They ran to me and took me to the infirmary. I cried and they comforted me, even though I had laughed at them before.

This is friendship, encouraging and comforting friends. It turns out that I didn't understand friendship before.

It turns out that I didn't understand composition 9. Every flower has its own unique beauty. Peach blossoms, elegant peonies, pure hibiscus and magnificent plum blossoms that greet spring with a smile have not been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Take peony for example, she is always so beautiful, showing infinite luxury when she is in bud, and the pink buds are delicate and charming. When flowers bloom, they bloom from the inside out, so touching. This is another kind of beauty, and I can never get tired of seeing it.

One day, my father gave me a pot of Cycas, with bare appearance and leaves that prick my hands like needles. Careful observation shows that there is a yellowish substance in it, which is ugly and a little sticky. Compared with those gorgeous flowers, it is like putting a worn-out dress in a pile of gorgeous evening dresses, which is not attractive at all.

As time went on, I gradually forgot it and began to pay attention to those beautiful flowers. I don't know which night, I was bored turning over the book alone. Suddenly my eyes were fixed on the windowsill and I couldn't move for a minute. God, I saw the cycads in full bloom in the soft moonlight, and the beautiful petals showed their youth in the moonlight, swaying quietly in the breeze. Look at the flowers on the side, they are all eclipsed, and the unparalleled purity of Cycas deeply touched me.

I suddenly realized. Everything can't just look at the appearance, just like this iron tree, which is usually not very eye-catching, but it can make everything pale at the moment of blooming. Since then, I have changed my view on it, and also on other things and things. And this, I don't understand!

I didn't understand the composition 10. I thought I knew everything, but I didn't know anything.

I thought science and geography were two extremes, but I don't understand-the entrance to science is the entrance.

I once read Dante's Divine Comedy. When I read that Dante entered the first floor, I found that it was just a court, and all the dead souls were sent to heaven. Science is really a new thing. With its help, those flying imaginations and heavy realities have become sharp double-edged swords in human hands, which can cut through thorns and pierce their hearts for the second time.

I think the soul of the prosperous times is culture, and the soul of culture is brocade. I don't understand-the soul of culture is a golden dagger: gorgeous ornaments on the table and deadly hidden weapons in the sleeve.

Now I have read a book called Dust in the Prosperous Age, and I have seen the prosperous Tang Dynasty in China and the peaceful period in Japan. These cultural flying times: gorgeous costumes, complicated ceremonies, rising dances, and dynasties that stay out at night. After a thousand years, I can especially see the prosperity of the past in the dusty years.

Culture is culture, which cannot be described in words. Or the woodcutter's Qiu Guang; Maybe the green reeds are humming in the wind; Perhaps it is the sigh of the minister jumping into the river.

I thought the sky was blue, but now it's a little gloomy; I thought the clouds were white, but how much can I see now? I thought the stars were hope, but now there are no stars in the sky.

I don't understand. I never understood.

It turns out that I didn't understand the composition 1 1. With the growth of age, many things become more and more incomprehensible. I don't understand why I like to walk alone on the narrow sidewalks on both sides of the expressway, where there are thin, tall and small trees. Maybe I miss my place in 12, or I miss Sakura Avenue, or I like that street because I am lonely. To be honest, I really don't understand.

I don't understand why I like to wander around the street with a small umbrella on rainy days. I think that's because I like the faint smell of earth in the rain! Or maybe the gloomy sky is very close to my mood! Or do I have too many good memories in rainy days! Seriously, I don't understand. I don't understand why I don't like "martial arts novels", but I love "detective novels" almost all day, or I am addicted to Hitchcock's novels. Maybe I'm tired of watching martial arts and want to change to a new one, or maybe the logic of martial arts is not strong or not as strong as detective novels! I really don't understand. I don't understand why I fell in love with Beijing opera, which is an antique in the eyes of others. Maybe the charm and spirit of Beijing Opera attracted me, or maybe I just like the content of Beijing Opera and the characters in it! I don't understand! I still don't understand why I like talking to myself. Maybe I have no friends. Maybe I don't talk to people who talk to themselves. Maybe there are others, but I don't understand! I don't understand. I really don't understand? Maybe! Maybe I have understood it, just, just don't want to say it!

I think I understand some of them, but ... I know nothing! But maybe you don't need a reason to like it?

I didn't understand the composition 12. Some people say that everyone is a fortune teller, who knows others thoroughly but knows nothing about himself. I don't think so, because I know myself too well. Am I not that careless but generous girl? I know everything about myself very well.

However, life is proving the correctness of that sentence with facts.

In math class, after Zheng finished the problem, he leaned over to check the answer with me. I glanced at him and quickly closed the book to prevent him from reading it. He asked me if his answer was the same as mine. I gave him a casual look and said, "It's all the same. Go back and do it!" " "But he still refused to give up. He must let me open the book and answer with me. I won't let you succeed. He had to take the book back in frustration and say, "stingy!" "How can you become so stingy!"

Mean! These two words hurt my heart like a knife. I mean, is that me? Yes, when did I become stingy? I feel guilty when I think of my past generosity.

I remember, everyone is a fortune teller, who knows others thoroughly, but knows nothing about himself. I thought I understood, but now I understand: I didn't.

I didn't understand the composition 13. The spring breeze of Xixi touched my cheek, so it is a bright light, exploring everything in the past through my heart. I vaguely remember that the spring breeze last year was not as warm as this one.

There are tall willows planted by the river, and her hair is blown by the breeze, boldly conceiving and painting in the air. I'm sitting alone by the river, and my friends are talking and laughing not far away, but I can't see through my heart like light. Not long ago, in the classroom, a loud bell disturbed my thinking of doing the problem, which ruined my grades.

I'm not afraid, even a little lucky-finally liberated. But when I got home and heard my mother's question, I realized how terrible it was.

I looked down at my mother's words, but I didn't find my best friend watching me all the time in the corner. She is also very sad and doesn't know what she is thinking.

She suddenly got up and walked towards me, but there was a firm emotion in that slow step.

"Don't be sad, there will be another time!" She held my shoulder.

Her tone is still so naive and cheerful, but there is a trace of sadness, just like willow leaves are still so free, but less happy.

I turned my head and stood up, staring at her, and the flame that had just been ignited suddenly went out. I "oh", and bowed his head.

"Get up, let's play together!" She took my hand. She is still my playmate, but she shares my worries and difficulties with me. Before, she was my playmate, but she was just my playmate.

She dragged me into the group and I was lost in thought.

Six years passed in a hurry, but at this last moment I realized that friendship is not just a playmate. At first, I didn't understand ...

I didn't understand the composition 14. The meaning of youth lies in your efforts and your unremitting efforts. I was ignorant before. Now because I have experienced it, I know that it is not easy to be young, and I begin to understand youth. Actually, I don't understand.

Youth lies in your efforts.

I remember that it was the third year. In the diagnosis several months before the entrance examination, my grades were very poor every time, and I hovered on the edge of more than 300 points every time. Teachers and family are very nervous about my grades. I will study hard in the mid-term exam in half a month. Because I know that even if I failed, I tried, but my efforts were not good enough, and I don't regret it.

Youth lies in courage.

"We all need courage to face the gossip ..." I was deeply moved by Fish Leong's "Courage".

At that time, I was a member of the student union, because I had to summarize the situation of the whole school every week. At that time, I was afraid that the misspelling would cause jokes, so when they read the national flag speech, I read the speech over and over again under the stage. After they finished reading, I got up the courage to speak on the stage. After that, I looked at the team in our class and the teacher smiled at me. I know, I succeeded at that time.

Youth is just a lonely journey. As long as we struggle and are brave, we can go on. In fact, youth is more than that, but I don't understand it all. I believe I will know more along the way.

It turns out that I don't understand the composition 15, close to the window and bend outward. The scenes of five years of primary school came to mind one by one. Looking at the blue sky and white clouds, there is a trace of coolness. If only I had understood. Unfortunately, I don't understand. ...

Friend, do you remember that time when we were flushed and called to the office because of a small matter? Remember when we were frozen for two days because of someone else's joke? Do you remember when I said "make a clean break"?

Make a clean break let's not talk for a long time and play together. No matter how our peacemaker persuaded us, it was useless, although we could hardly talk about the topic. Now I finally know, why did this happen at that time? Because we can't let go of face, we really want to play together, but face forces us to stay away from each other. If I hadn't asked, I might have missed it in my life!

Now that we have grown up, we won't be so angry as before. Well, now that I think about it, we were so naive. If only we knew the value of friendship. Friends, let's put all the unpleasantness in the past behind us and be close friends with each other, sharing weal and woe.

A friend is the sugar in coffee, which can share the bitterness with you; A friend is a second "mother". Everyone else thinks you are going to soar, and only friends will ask you if you are tired. Friend, he won't take your credit, but he will be punished with you; Friends ...

My friend, if only I could understand you then.

But I don't understand. ...