Senior three summer composition

In daily life or work and study, many people have experienced writing and are familiar with it. Writing is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. You always have no way to write a composition? The following is my summer composition for senior three, for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Senior three summer vacation composition 1 Senior three summer vacation is coming.

Here it comes.

Because the melting earth told me he was coming. I recall carefully what month it was, but I can't remember. I only saw the snow turn into floating water.

My senior three friend stayed at home and made a bunch of papers. Watch the paper move from left to right. Then he sighed and there was paper all over the floor behind him. So I picked it up and continued to do it. Until the ground behind you becomes clean, then lie on the floor and fantasize about the day when you become an examination paper. I will. When June comes, your own value is only equal to a test paper.

June! It suddenly occurred to me that it should arrive soon.

I still can't remember the time, but I smelled the summer of senior three. Yes, I'm leaving. I'm leaving after June of senior three. We, we are the only ones left. Should we be glad that it is finally over after one year, or should we just be sad for one year?

Suddenly I thought of sailing. Maybe he should practice. How does it feel that the four-year secondary school is coming to an end? Xu will also leave and go to her beloved university. I don't remember what they look like. There are only some fragments left, and 20xx Summer Street has been pressing the road. That summer was Xu's senior summer. I didn't know how she came, until one day she suddenly asked me whether Tsinghua was better or Peking University, and I didn't know that she had crossed. I can't answer her, just as she can't answer whether I should come to senior three.

I still think of sailing in the morning or afternoon. I miss his snow-white skateboard shoes, his pale yellow shirt and his lazy smile. But he will only tell me to study hard and not to think. I hate this answer, but I still love him without hesitation. In the hot summer of 2004, because of this man, I disturbed the street with wet eyes.

On a cold night, sitting on the floor and holding tarot cards, I want to know my past, present and future. But I don't know what to ask. Draw a card and its fable tells me to wait. Take out my mind and interpret love, and what I get is still waiting. Go to hell! About cheating. But deep down, I believe.

Lao Zhou called and said that another model contest has started to register and has been submitted to me. I said thank you, Miss Zhou. I'm not going. I'm going to be a senior three. I know it takes a lot of courage to say this, but my description is very plain. I decided to choose senior three and college entrance examination. Don't worry about getting fat every day just to eat one more bite, don't do painful physical training every day, and don't … suddenly give up. I ask my mother to cook me a lot of delicious food every day. I want to fill my poor weight, but I find my stomach is dormant.

I suddenly understood that maybe some things can't be forced.

So before giving up, I remembered that Hanghang wanted me to study hard. So I persisted. So I found myself really stupid. I can still remember the words of a man who doesn't love me so much. So I chose to wait.

Wandering in front of the third year of high school, I still walked past, although it would be fragmented. It's like loving someone tirelessly

The summer of senior three is coming. It really brought some fear, some hesitation.

Composition 2 of summer vacation in senior three is wandering alone in the wind, watching catkins flying all over the sky. Although lonely, it is rare to be quiet. Everything seems the same as before, quiet and sultry. Mixed with the fragrance of vegetation. The lazy sunshine in the afternoon makes people sleepy, but the bustling sound outside the window makes people feel quiet. It is also the season of catkins flying and a quiet summer.

That summer, I can't remember how many years passed. At that time, I was just a child, with no sadness, no worries, no inexplicable love and no inexplicable pressure. It's still the summer when catkins are flying. The mountains are green and azaleas are in full bloom on the mountain walls. I also chase and run in the "snow" in summer, or enjoy the peace of summer quietly on the hillside. I still remember that it was the green vine at home, the partner I chased together when I was a child, the pile of firewood piled high, and the crystal clear river.

Three years ago in the summer, at this time, we were facing the senior high school entrance examination. Dai Yue goes out every day and falls asleep in class. Constantly doing problems, constantly repeating, and competing with that unfathomable deskmate to study every day, so busy. After graduation, I dug out graduation photo at that time, but I can't remember the familiar faces and the names behind them, except that several high school students were already sitting at the same table. In the third grade, I only remember that busy summer, only the catkins all over the sky at that time, only remembering that I was still busy outside the window unconsciously.

I still remember last summer, at this time, but in a different mood. The third year of high school in May was filled with tension, and the college entrance examination was within reach. Constantly doing problems and practicing became almost all of that time, and the paper was unconsciously wet with sweat. The college entrance examination was numb, and having a crazy time with my classmates in my spare time became the most missed time at that time. At that time, I often wandered at the crossroads, just to watch that figure go away, to fight for those ridiculous wishes now, and to chase those seemingly unreachable dreams, but I didn't know that catkins were dancing outside the window and dancing tactfully to witness that bloody time.

Year after year, summer never seems to change. It's snowing all over the sky, and catkins are still flying this season. Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year. Looking out of the window, I think of the past scenes, I don't know if it's relief or heartache. Catkin is flying in front of our eyes, trying to catch it but escaping calmly at the fingertips, dancing like a naughty elf in this quiet early summer.

Now I stare out of the window and enjoy this quiet moment. I stared at the catkins falling and rising by the wind. There is no way to give up your ideal, but running will make you miss too many things. Stop before you hit the road, stop and enjoy it, so that you won't be so tired. Catkin can't stay, passers-by sigh. Catkin, like snow, fell in that quiet summer.

It was the summer of the last season of high school, and the last exercise book was stuffed into the box. The arm is pale, and the phalanx of the right hand is deformed and prominent because of holding the pen for a long time. I put on a white T-shaped shrink suit and a cloth skirt, and escaped from this flat room where I lived for three years. I want bright sunshine to make me burn and boil.

The days after the college entrance examination are always wandering, listening to everyone's inquiries, walking through various parties, drinking or singing loudly. When the prosperity is over, all activities have died down, leaving me to sigh who is saying: at the beginning, we were singing, and at the end, we were walking. Arrange the textbooks, workbooks and accumulated review materials of senior three at will. Some people say that the college entrance examination is a rite of passage, and they grow up in three days. The days of hiding at home are boring. I am like steam after a storm. Draw a rainbow in the sky or evaporate quietly ... plan a trip and get some sunshine.

Bike to the north, along Bohai Road, which has passed 3X365 days, the sunlight falling from the cracks in the leaves is the thick ink on the road, so I went to school in confusion and came back like a midnight dream with some unknown guidance.

Facing the south of the classroom, through the window lattice and the half-closed blue curtain, we can still vaguely see the desks and chairs that were kicked untidy by us before graduation. The handwriting on the blackboard scrawled: goodbye, goodbye, our respective ends of the earth. Graduation is a sad term, so the sweat scattered on the court and the screams echoing on the playground lawn are all left in the memory of youth; Graduation is a heavy verb, and some stories haven't been finished yet, so forget it, we are about to go to the end of the world separately; Graduation is still a contradictory adjective. There is a feeling of wanting to say it, and there is a tear that tears with joy. In this way, I found memories in the corner of the school, remembered someone's fake smile, remembered the joy and sadness of a class, remembered the same advance and retreat, and remembered the beautiful folk songs that seemed to haunt me on campus after school with unknown names and singers.

In graduation photo, I wore a plaid shirt and a red T-shirt. I smiled unnaturally at this camera in the afternoon singing. Hair is messy and eyes are slightly swollen. There are large burning clouds behind. We just stood in front of the camera, smiling in the sunset, and the moon gradually rose in the blue sky. Sunset, the moon, people, I can't help but think of a sentence in my favorite text called Xiyue people, so many Xiyue people's smiles bloom year after year into indelible sun flowers in photos.

Bing Bing sang in the earphone: Everyone has a territory in his heart/other people can't come and go at will ... I can't help looking at my sky when I come and go alone these years/I can't understand the melancholy here/I can't understand the paintings hanging in the sun there/I travel in the slow train of memory/the rain makes me strong/the road always goes farther and farther ... Falling maple leaves/floating in the gray sky/sunshine will meet me/kiss next season.

The mood is to bask in the sun. When youth feels moldy, I meet a cloud or impatiens and capture a memory that is still staged elsewhere. Even if summer is rainy season, we will bloom into a smiling sun flower.

Everyone has his own desires, either lofty or simple. In fact, there is not much difference between lofty and simple. As Fidel Castro, the former president of Cuba, said, "One hundred years later, the younger generation will see us as primitive humans, and everything will be fleeting. Therefore, as long as we long for something, it is enough, at least it shows that our soul is still alive.

My wish is simple. Just eagerly looking forward to the arrival of summer.

Summer is a beautiful season. It lights up the whole world as if everything had become clean. There are white clouds in the sky, lotus flowers in the lake, old farmers carrying clear spring water on the field path, and a breeze blowing in my face. I lay under the buttonwood tree, listening to the bright cries of cicadas in the treetops, which was very comfortable.

The arrival of summer means the end of the school year, and a long holiday is waiting for us students. In this longest holiday of the year, we are crazy and we are agitated. About a few friends wandering around the world. Climbing walls and playing football are our occupations. It's our pleasure to fight and break the skin, just to watch my mother's washboard beg for mercy. This is my sad ending.

As soon as summer evening arrives, the alley becomes lively. Grandmothers and aunts near my home have moved out of their chairs to enjoy the cool. Sunset is dedicated to people. As the temperature dropped, everyone sat around an old pagoda tree and told their stories. The more they listen to it, the more mysterious it becomes and the more interesting it becomes. The magical story and the sound of traffic on the road, although a bit chaotic, are quiet inside.

I have loved eating since I was a child, and the night market is the most prosperous in summer. On this season's night, people are the last to stay in the room. There is also a midnight snack stall here. Among them, my favorite is the two-wheeled trailer. The boss takes care of it in front, and customers can eat around the car. In this way, the distance between people has also narrowed. We can talk to each other and comfort each other. With a little wine, everything becomes so wonderful.

There is another thing that is most beautiful in summer, the starry sky. At least here. I stood alone in front of the courtyard, looking up at the sky. There were many stars in the sky, and I looked like Starlight Glimmer in the blue sky. Maybe in the near future, a girl will enjoy this beautiful night sky with me and let God witness our love.

You are so beautiful in summer, and you will always accompany me in the future. Do you know how happy I am? No matter in any season, I will always remember you, my summer.

I love the summer wind, keep singing. Campus, because it is not gentle and lovely in spring, nor naughty and lovely in autumn, is full of happiness and enthusiasm everywhere.

The campus is thriving in summer. In front of the teaching building, there is a row of tall school trees-Cinnamomum camphora "standing" in front of us as if guarding the campus. There is a row of locust trees next to Cinnamomum camphora, whose leaves are hanging upside down, like claws touching the lawn, as if whispering to the lawn. There is a row of holly around the campus wall, and its branches and leaves are covered with the wall. Its leaves are black and green, shining in the sun. There are lux pomegranates and pink hibiscus flowers next to the student apartment. Pink hibiscus flowers are dotted in the grass, nodding and smiling in the sun, as if welcoming our arrival. Because they are the only plants with flowers in school, there are many butterflies and bees singing and dancing around them. The branches and leaves of weeping willows droop, making them look so graceful. Cicada chirps from time to time on the willow tree.

It is very comfortable to step on the soft lawn as soon as you walk into the orchard. At first glance, lush fruit trees appear in front of us, including pear trees, peach trees and orange trees ... Look, the oranges on the orange trees are so petite and green. Some small oranges seem to be playing hide-and-seek with us, deliberately hiding in dark green leaves. Further on, a pomegranate stands alone on the pomegranate tree. On the peach tree, peaches are crowded on the tree, which is very cute. I walked under the tree and looked at the fist-sized shelf, and my mouth watered. I really want to choose one to try. I imagine that if I put a pear in my mouth, it will be sweet to my heart.

Suddenly, I was interrupted by the singing of birds. The moonlight on the storm pavilion lost its luster. When you looked at your son with tears in your eyes and looked at the mountains and rivers that were about to leave, you, a general who lost his soldiers, chose to swallow a cup of poisoned wine! Who knows the surging emotions in your heart at that moment, and who knows the sadness of your untimely death? If time can go back, I want to hold your hand and say to you: You, General Yue Fei, although you died in a political struggle, you have already become the soul of a nation! In order to recover lost ground, you wrote the oath of "Hungry for pork and laughing at Hun blood". Who can forget the words "faithfully serve the country" engraved on your back! Your death has made the most incisive annotation to the word loyalty and treachery, and built a clear wall between loyalty and treachery.