In our ordinary daily life, we all have come into contact with the composition, right? Composition is a narrative method of expressing the significance of a topic through words after consideration of human thought and language organization. Do you know how to write a good essay? The following is my senior high school essay 9, just for reference, you take a look at it.
Senior essay Part 1Remember Reynolds once said, "Art makes life perfect." Good, it is because of art, so that we can have their own talent, and more so that we have a stage where we can show our talent, so that more people appreciate the charm of art. So, here he is.
He is who he is. He does not have the same age since childhood to learn the basis of musical instruments, dance, performance, he did not have handsome looks. But now it is him, but has the talent that others do not have, because he always adhere to a belief: determined to go on, he only wants to see behind the accompanied by their own footprints.
He is like a flower that has experienced the cold winter blossomed in the new spring, he has his own principles, and he practiced hard with the heart that belongs to himself. As a class recreation member, he has always asked himself to be sure to play a leading and role model role, so he gave himself the provisions: singing, dancing, guitar, oral exercises should be practiced every day, and every day to insist on learning something new, to keep the things that will not forget on the basis of the start of new learning. So we can understand, physical activity class other boys in basketball but he is stretching ligaments, physical education class other boys play soccer but he is practicing physical fitness, early in the morning in the winter with the dormitory people are still sleeping but he has been in the balcony side of the occurrence of practice and oral exercises, these are for his pursuit of their own art road and efforts. In the art of the road, he has not been alone.
He knows that there are mountains beyond people. He was by no means the best, so he worked harder. From the fourth grade he began to participate in all kinds of art activities in the arts competition, won the campus host competition "Top Ten" host title, often appearing in the community art troupe, into the Ningbo TV New Year's Eve performance of poetry recitation, the District Education Bureau Speech Contest Third Prize, than the cool hip-hop dance troupe dance NO. 2, but also served as the Jiangdong District Youth Palace performing arts troupe leader and deputy director of the Ningbo City Art Troupe, and successfully entered the "Ningbo Gang" QuYi Art Troupe, in Ningbo City QuYi Micro Show Competition won the "Top Ten QuYi New Talent" title. In Xingning Middle School, he still won the "Star of Culture and Sports" every year, won the second prize and the third prize of the individual group in the host competition held in the school, led his own performance team to win the second prize in the talent competition, and was also invited to perform in the talent competition, although he was tired, but he still used his own original scripts, because he has always insisted on "Not the usual way", he is also Xingning High School Student Union Clubs Department Minister, led the Xingning High School Psychology Club, Drama Club, Broadcasting Club from the establishment has been to can run alone. When he has nothing to do he prefers to play the small guitar alone to sing a small song, this is now he is not the same as others in the art of the road. He knows that even if he wins more awards, it's useless, the key is for his own ideals, for his own future to take the road that is different.
This is him, a sunny boy who is willing to suffer and dedicate himself to art. He has always had his own ideal is to enter the Beijing Film Academy, to fulfill his dream of acting, he has not been alone, has always been in order to fight for their own ideals ......
Senior Essay Part 2Standing in the African desert, can not help but think of the grassland of his hometown.
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Today's sun is still the same as yesterday's, and tonight's moon is still the same as last night's, right? So why is today's desert (back home) yesterday's grassland?
With this question came into the world. In a sea of people but how can not find the answer! The teacher said, "One plus one equals two!" But grandma's family of a group of sheep plus our family of a group of sheep how is still a group of sheep? What we saw was a flock! Slowly, the flock disappears. Just like the grassland in our hometown, why yesterday horses and sheep were happily eating delicious grass, and today why they suddenly disappeared?
With this doubt I broke into the dragon palace in the sea. The purpose of coming here is to let the Dragon King to give our hometown a little rain, but also our prairie! Came here but again let me have a question, the Dragon King said: "Want to know why the rain in your hometown away? Wait until you go back to see what has become of the original prairie place and then come to me!"
With this question came to the hometown. Huh? When did the factory appear? When did the fishponds appear? When did the "sand river" appear? When did people wear masks? When did my family get new appliances?
With questions and back to the Dragon Palace. I told the Dragon King what I saw, and he said, "This is all your own fault! It is true that there is a flock of sheep in the meadow! You guys keep increasing and increasing! It's still a flock of sheep, but there's not enough grass in the meadow! That's nothing! You're destroying the grassland and building factories so that the grassland can't withstand the wind and sand! So what you add to it, it should have more to give you, which is a grain of sand that you can't count! You so do not know how to cherish, I will reduce your rain, give to know cherish and need the place ......."
I didn't bring the doubt back, knowing it was wrong!
For the sake of material requirements, imposed on what it can not bear, of course it will double back to you, just back to you is what we all do not want.
For us. Grassland plus a flock of sheep, or a flock of sheep. And it reduces the ability of the wind and sand to block it. So there is a plus and a minus! It's just that we don't understand the meaning of a flock of sheep plus a flock of sheep.
We increase the burning of coal and so on, and the Earth gives us back acid rain, the greenhouse effect, and so on! And the planet itself is losing life!
We have increased waste water, waste residue, waste gas ...... we have increased ...... but got the same result as Mother Earth, which is less time for humans to live!
Addition? Subtraction? Not a flock of sheep plus a flock of sheep? Grassland to desert? Standing in the African desert but miss the grassland of home!
The search for truth is like rowing against the current, not stopping, or you can only go backwards.
As Newton said, a person in the eyes of the stones and shells and complacent, but also the pursuit of the vast ocean of truth. A man who stops searching will not be able to see the face of truth.
However, looking at today's academic world, how many enterprising souls are constantly drilling the ice of truth?
We see: today, a little bit of knowledge on the person called "academic Titan", commanding and do not know self-check, scientists are not in the experiments and calculations, but to drive the famous car around, like Han Han, Guo Jingming, such as empty thought of writers flourish.
These "scholars" are often posed in front of the public in a magnificent posture, boastful, commercialized behavior shows that they have long lost the spirit of search, the source of power to move forward, is only in the pursuit of truth on the road to stop, and even regression into the uneducated and unskilled generation.
The reason, first of all, is that scholars are self-sufficient in the immediate achievements, indulge in the pursuit of mediocrity, they bowed their heads, accept the reverence of all beings, but forgot to look up to the truth of the star of enlightenment, so gradually accustomed to stagnation, and finally stopped the footsteps of the quest, such as Lu Xun penned the "sleepy death", and do not feel the "sadness of death". The same as Lu Xun's "death of sleep", did not feel the "sadness of death" of the people, annihilated in the dust of history.
However, the scholars' quest to stop is not only due to the loss of personal enterprising spirit, as the cultivation of these "scholars" of the society also has an unshirkable responsibility for this.
In today's society, the smoke cloud of value nihilism is hanging over all the enterprising people. It spreads negative human evil. People no longer take pleasure in discovering the truth, but in the benefits derived from the quest. The progress of science and technology has brought about physical freedom, but has put shackles on the steps of seeking. People treat truth as a tool to satisfy their own desires, and turn a deaf ear to the call of the wider, unknown ocean of truth. As a result, people are often guided by such false values to cherish the "stones" and "shells" in front of them, but no longer have the courage to move forward. This is why it is inevitable that scholars will stop searching.
However, there are always some scholars in the world who do not want to be stuck in the mire, and they are always full of fear of the unknown and the courage to overcome the difficulties and dangers, and do not stop exploring.
The old Mr. Qian Zhongshu is like that. He compared himself to a "Chinese hardwood chair", if a little "move a place", the pursuit of worldly fame and fortune, it will "fall apart", but if it is to adhere to where the self, to maintain the posture of seeking However, if you stick to where you are and maintain the posture of searching, you can still "use it for another ten years". He is such a never-ending search of the posture shown in front of the world, and therefore respectable and marvelous.
Shi Tiesheng once said: "Life is a process, is a continuous process of transcending limitations." This beyond the limit, the need is not to stop the heart of the quest. If scholars can continue to seek, will be able to open up a piece of the sky of truth for the muddy world.
I hope that in the world after the floating, we can still say: more than the search, life.
Under the dust, the clamor and commotion, Benjamin penetrated the black and white;
In the chaos, a hundred years of loneliness, Remedios penetrated the false truth.
I will only admit that they were able to find the truth. I think it's good and innocent, and if the human heart is dusty, then the truth really does not know where to live.
Paranoid lies, human nature. The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of a movie, and the second time I saw it was when I was in the middle of a movie. Bianqin said that the world must be driven by the principle of utilitarianism, the value of the existence of lies is also huge. Truth and falsehood are opposed to each other, dependent on each other, if there is no lie, then what is the significance of the truth? If the real expelled all the false, everyone naked to analyze each other, the most cruel than this.
Lamenting the fact that the truth is hidden in the unknown. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley. Even if you are in nature, even if you have long been united with the sky, even if a leaf falls to know the world's fall. You still obey the laws of society, wearing the skin of modern civilization; when things are one with me, turn around and take the car home. When it is really a smile and not a word.
Since we are confined to modern civilization, let me make a hypothesis.
Let's say I'm a mentally retarded lunatic.
I'm a disheveled, disheveled, ragged, streetwalker who begs, grunts, and behaves in an unruly manner.
People scoffed at me, and some of them felt themselves to be noblewomen counts in my presence. When I approached them cautiously, they walked away. I laughed all the time. They all squinted as I pulled at my food, and I took care of myself. I leaned up against a tree and dozed off, only to have my dreams disturbed by the tin monster that appeared next to me from time to time. What's my tin bowl doing in my hand? I'll just throw it away. My mouth feels like moss on my tongue. The sun was warm, truly mesmerizing like a quilt. I looked lazily apart at the pedestrians, men and women, young and old, in abundance. A woman came along and I cocked my head toward her, all in a white dress. She stood my bowl upright, put some change in it by the way, smiled lightly and left. Then one person, and then another came along and put the change in the bowl. That's when I felt the world was so beautiful.
Stop! This assumption is inherently fictional and proves the truth to be meaningless. Yet this assumption stems from life, where homeless people are scorned literally all the time, and yet there are never fewer good people. The point is that in the eyes of a crazy person with an empty brain, the world is truly objective and free of falsehoods. Yes, what the madman thinks is the truth, the truth that countless people hold dear.
One more assumption. I am now a hermit.
Tea after the new rain, get the old fugue under the eaves. I'm playing with heaven and earth, with the distant mountains in the shadows and the water near me. I'm not sure if I've ever been to a place where I've had a good time, but I'm sure that I've had a good time. I put myself in exile, watching myself live in the mountains and forests, returning to the origin, even I also became a wisp of smoke in the chaos. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Wait a minute! I understand that you have to say, hermits avoid the world, is hiding from society. For all intents and purposes, the truth cannot be in their hands.
So where does the truth go? Those who seem to know the truth are the ones who suffer the most, crushed in a stream of falsehoods and truths, where consciousness can be lax.
I am not thinking. I don't think I'm going to think about it. It's a joke to try to get close to the substance by talking in generalities! I am going home.
In the vast city picture, everything is an organic whole. Dark vendors shouting, cars whizzing by, citizens talking, shopping malls dazzling lights and signs, noisy people, buildings. After crossing a street, there is still a street, like a spider web, like a labyrinth, like a dense line of the city roads confuse the eyes.
Women will be 50 cents 1 bundle of vegetables into a 1 yuan 3 bundles, spittle, voice like a bell; who is a naughty child rolled all over the mud, was the parents training wow cry; the lottery store is still so many people, betting on uncovering the ticket to win, even if the net profit of 5 yuan is also a smile; hot pot store diners save, the smell of oil wafted over a few streets, the summer feast, boxing and drinking, greasy; Tea House Talking, and catty about a few cents; the old people will dance, the young people can not stand and jump out to let the old people to lower the volume; bookstores are still full of books, everyone chasing their own heaven and earth, each other in silence; buses shoulder to shoulder, canned so that people can not breathe, to move a step will step on other people's feet; shopping malls dazzle the ornaments can never be less than a teenage girl's esteem, every commodity are letting the people move; the streets fight for the people, and the streets are full of people. People's heart; the street fought on the cleaners; busy waiters in the hotel; buses and cabs in the tireless driver; for a question and argue not body of a few students; the station in the parting of friends and relatives tear line waved a long time, pulling into another car line; office buildings, people work hard, the table scattered with documents and a few cans of coffee; construction workers waving their arms and sweating, tendons are presented in the muscles of each section of the arc; Cafe people or elegant conversation, or sipping bitter coffee thinking about what ......
The city is too much too many things, forgive me for not being able to describe all of them. But isn't this real life? The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need. Although the city, but real. And out of love, I wrote down the city's little bits and pieces.
Ah! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it! Shouldn't the truth of life be articulated by life itself? Is it possible that life floats on the surface of the truth and we have never lived it? The truth is that all the people are in a state of confusion, and the truth is where they are!
Every corner of life is truth. We love the world, we love it with all our hearts. We live in the truth, never false; although we chased the truth, but always in place. The essence of life is not defined by some mystical scholars, we are the philosophers. The truth is that life is the truth.
Those who talk about the truth, pointing out the real, only based on the imagination and inference will be the definition of the people, are only using the eyes to find the eyes, with the ears to listen to the ears of the people.
The world is going downhill, the people are not ancient, the development of society has brought about the indifference between people. There is less enthusiasm and more disconnection. I have always looked at this society in this way, until you appeared.
With you In my big sigh of coldness, you are standing there looking at a bike, I thought your bike is broken, so I played my few remaining sympathy to run over and ask if you need help. But you said no, because you were looking after the bike for someone else. It turned out that the owner of the bike didn't have his keys and was in a bit of a hurry, so you volunteered to look after the bike for him. This was the first time we met, and the first time I was touched by you looking after a stranger's bicycle. When I saw you again, it was on a bustling street. A seventy-year-old man was struggling up the stairs, passing by people will always look back, but no one went up to help the old man. I understand, I also understand, we are afraid that in case the old man has a what long or short by then, "the show meets the soldiers ---- have reason to say no." So I stepped forward, want to do a live Lei Feng, did not guide you and first I step to hold the old man, do his crutch. Just our second meeting, but also the second time you touched me.
I think, to a stranger you are still so, then, you must be better than this to friends. If you can have a friend as simple and kind as you, then it can be said that there is no regret in death. I have a strong idea of being your friend. But on second thought, would it be too abrupt if I rashly said to you to be your friend? So, I secretly made up my mind, if we can meet again for the third time, then you this friend I will make.
I was injured and my foot was broken. I limped towards home, but saw you come face to face. Although we do not know but I intend to make you this friend, do not want you to see my woeful appearance. I accelerated my pace, but I didn't expect to break my foot again. Hey! How did I forget that old saying? "The house is in trouble" is now a true reflection of me. You saw me and my injured foot, you said you wanted to take me home on your bike, I looked at your skinny body, shook my head and refused. You ignored my refusal and helped me onto the back of the bike and asked where my house was. This was the third time we met in passing, and the third time I was touched by you, y touched. I said out loud to you, I want to be your friend, I just want to be with you. You looked at me with surprise, and I was afraid that you would reject me. But you did not reject me, just smiled and nodded at me.
In the blink of an eye, we have been friends for three years, and I was always touched by you. Under the time, you lend the umbrella to others, and I *** with an umbrella but put most of the cover on my head, I was touched. When I met black people, you used your unskilled English to show them the way, but your English was really poor, so you said "followme" to them and took them to their destination, I was touched. I was always touched when I was with you. Someone said, "Learn to be touched, life is great because of the nobility of the heart". And you, the one who makes the touching, must be even greater. If I could have a friend like you, what more could I ask for? I want to say to you, "I just want to stay with you, never to part."
Let the touching of you and me last forever.
Senior Essay Part 6It's been a long time since I've been out and about, and I'm dizzy and tired from being under house arrest by my books, so at night, I decided to steal away for a while.
The weather is a little cold, the wind is blowing, like a complaint about the night's misery, but also as if for whom to complain about the triviality of life. I wandered alone in the street, strange lonely, there is no one on the road, the heart is empty, but extraordinarily comfortable, just like the watery moonlight, although radiant, but exudes a wisp of coldness. Perhaps the cold autumn moon is so cold, it may be to see the earth's depression and feel lonely.
The stars next to the crescent moon is also sleepy, tired blinking eyes, this is the labor they have never had, they have always been the sky active elves, but now also into this kind of appearance, the strange call people's heartache. But for these stars that have witnessed the blossoming and falling of flowers and the rolling of clouds, how can they not be tired?
And this is for the cloud, not just a tired can be described. The cloud is always so changeable, and always so sentimental. See the blossom and fall of the change, see the decline of the prosperity of the world, it will be tears wet lapel, if their own decline and the sky, it will be cloudy face a smoke floated away, if it is in a good mood, it is again happy to run to.
The clouds are always like this, and I am always like this.
Not to things like, not to their own sadness, it seems that I have no touch, worrying about always just under the brow and on the heart, although I know that people and sadness and happiness, but also have a clear and sunny circle and lack of
But also can not be indifferent to fame and fortune, to see the fruits of other people's triumphs, but also can not help but think of "envy of the fish," the mood, but looking at the quiet of the moonlight, I can not help but think of:
The moonlight is the most important thing. Moonlight can not help but think of: "high hall mirror sad white hair, as green silk twilight into snow" of the poem, everything, all with the time change ah, the old man said: "ten years east, ten years west" said this is the truth, success and failure, such as the sky clouds in general, and also The non-stop changes, such as the ancients: "The Great Wall of China is still there, do not see the year of Qin Shi Huang" Perhaps Li Bai is right, "the ancient sages are lonely, only the drinkers flow its name."
Then, since the lovers of the moonlight like water in the autumn night, raise a cup to invite the moon, and the moon with the elimination of the sorrow of the ages! Since the two married, the wife gave birth to a girl and a boy, raising the children grew up, twenty years past, the children grew up, the wife's face is more rough wrinkles, the face is no longer young. From the beginning of marriage, the two people rely on each other, witnessed the children grow up, from poor to rich, his wife has been unswerving companion, even though separated from each other, the two are often on the phone. Women give birth to children, very not easy, raising children, even more difficult. In order to children, women pay their own youth, pay the care and love, even though the two couples also quarrel constantly, the man let the woman suffered a lot of aggression, but the cheerful woman is still simple to wait. When the lights go out, it is the woman's home that remains bright. It is the woman who keeps the house clean and keeps it clean. The woman is a nag, nagging husband, nagging children, husband and children are impatient. The furniture in the house went from old to new, with many modern additions, and the old furniture accompanied them through their own youth in the 1980s. When they were young, they quarreled a lot. The quarrels included their children's education, their children's school, their children's tuition fees, their children's jobs, their own habits, their own jobs. When they were old, the man worked outside, and when he came home, he seldom quarreled and did not see each other, but instead, there were many sweet words. When I was young, I was too careless and didn't know how to care for my wife. It was not until I had experienced loneliness that I realized that family and wife were the most valuable. Until you have seen the prosperity outside, you know that the peace of home is the most valuable.
When my husband came home, he brought a lot of gifts to his wife and bought her oral liquid, which gave her a surprise. I don't know how expensive such a large box is, and how valuable this is in a poor ordinary family. Hubby was particularly thoughtful this time. Mrs. is very happy, a kind of repayment for the wife's twenty years of dedication to the family, the children's upbringing, care for their own, perseverance in the family, not to give up on their own, the wife's best. It is the wife who cleans the house, who makes the children grow up healthy, and who gives herself a sense of home, the warmth of home. Wife, hard work.
Wife anemia, brought Mrs. Oral Liquid, is a late gift.
Mrs. Oral Liquid, contains twenty years of feelings, contains the husband's wife's gratitude and guilt. Twenty years, in the parents fleeting, in the child, a long time. The human condition is long, blood replenishment is more intense.
We have to admit that the word "home" implies or should say that it itself implies the meaning, it contains all all itself has a kind of let a person attached to, let a person rely on, let a person want to sink all the time in which the ability and power. We chase his life all the last is so a few inches of land, and in the living of the actual dependence is so little place. The place that you love and hate, sometimes addicted, sometimes want to escape. That's why I want to write about the things in my family, and this series will be about "laughter".
My family's twelve words of truth: do not understand, do not know, do not know, do not know.
Me: Mom, have you seen my blue sweater?
Mom: I don't understand.
Me: It's the one I wore to show you last time.
Mom: I don't know.
Me: How come, last time you folded the clothes and I specifically said so.
Mom: Oh, I don't know.
I: mom ......
Mom: You don't know your own stuff and you expect others to remember it. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this one.
You see it is so smooth.
The Lotus Mountain system, the wind of the group of peaks, draw thousands of rivers, breeding Shantou. The sky gives the jade belt, the ground set the garden, summer without heat, winter with a burst of warmth. The song says: "The realm of creation is a paradise beyond the world," "The color of the clouds is floating," "The treasure of the world," "The son of China," "The spirit of the people," "Self-improvement," "Hundreds of industries," "Confucianism," "The elegant set," "Jiahui," "A Thousand Years of Benefits" and so on!
Immortal Court, Yuxiu Zhongling. Nanshan mountain range, pines and cypresses in the sky, hundreds of flowers to meet Rui; Hanjiang River water ripples, nine eddy, far-flung. Mountain, stretching Diecui, water, pulse tickle eight, water and mountain mingling, gathering the splendor of the sun and the moon, pregnant with a brilliant weapon. My meal wind and dew, just for the scenery of nature, the scenery of the world: early in the morning, 10,000 dendrobium Xia spray, Meng Meng face; at noon, the pearl scale Maodong Jin, all things competing; night, clearing the light of the auspicious clouds, spring and leaves charming. Beautiful!
The land and people, talent times out. Pen and ten million, remote lead humanities Jisheng: Qin Mu lonely boat a system of homeland heart, Peng Shilu nuclear submarine designers, Cai Boqing medical forest cultivating pharmacopeia, Chen Xuexi won the Plum Blossom Award for Drama, Ma Huateng QQ QQ communication set off a revolution, Zheng Bingxu control explosions shocked the thunder.
Righteousness is immersed in the countryside, love moistens people's feelings. Wen passed down through the ages, brightening human civilization: Lu Liuxi, full of experience and knowledge, Huang Dianyuan, Haicheng uprising gas shake the river, Wu Yuancheng, pine and cypress with the loyal souls, ants Guangyan support anti-Japanese spirit, Guo Hanting, air war victory in the country's prestige Hao, Xiao Ge, a lifetime of military life body will not grow old.
Tianyu Museum, the scenery is famous. Hundreds of years of commercial port, Special Economic Zone; pleasant climate, warm in winter and cool in summer; fertile soil, unique; tourism resources, sparkling unique; breeding business, as the day; forestry development, the potential dragon in the sky; energy rich, immeasurable. Nanshan Mountain cave, gallery natural; Ma Yu Island scenery, the vast waves of smoke; Ling Shan Temple incense flourished, Wenguang Tower sky, Lotus Peak heroes book, Xiongzhen Pass wind and rain like rock.
Pulling the strings, hand in hand with the future. The reform and opening up, superior location, favorable policies. I Shantou sons and daughters, all seek to exhaustion, to act to self-improvement, bursting out of the sky, create a new Shantou: Pan-Pearl River Delta, the unfolding of the strategy; strong and excellent, two-pronged; new industries, distinctive features; a main three vice, **** Mai prosperity. Coordinated development of urban and rural areas, changing day by day; education is flourishing, the quality of the leap; ecological balance in the construction of the Hundred Spirits **** dance.
The land is wide and the sky is broad, the sun is rising, Shantou is bound to rise.