In daily life or work study, we have written essays, and we are familiar with all kinds of essays.

In daily life or work and study, everyone has written essays, surely you are familiar with all types of essays, essays can be divided into time-limited essays and non-time-limited essays according to the time limit for writing. There are a lot of notes on the essay, are you sure you can write it? The following is my collection of 7 senior year essays, welcome to share.

Senior essay Part 1

Last summer, my mom added a new pair of sandals to my little shoe bank. I wore it all day jumping, but not a few weeks, the shoes are broken, mom said there are many shoe repair on the street, take me to repair is.

I roamed the streets on my mom's little donkey. The first thing I did was to look around and see if I could find anything that would help me. Pedestrians on the street bustling, vendors shouting, bargaining noise, the sound of the car horn ...... have come into my earholes. Next to the shoe store, sat an old man over seventy years old, that's him, shoemaker.

Mom parked the car next to the old man, turned to me and said, "You first repair shoes, mom first go buy some food back, you wait for me here."

"Good!"

I saw a small stool next to the old grandpa, so I sat down obediently and said to him, "Please help me sew my shoes! Here, here, and here." He inclined his head to look at me, then inclined it back. Said, "Just a minute, fix this pair first!" I didn't say anything, silently looking at his bronzed face and attentive demeanor, and couldn't help but ask, "It's so hot, why aren't you at home enjoying your children and grandchildren?" After the words, the old grandfather looked up and smiled at me, this smile seems to be pleased, but a closer look is full of bitterness. I heard him say that he had three daughters who had married and were doing well. His daughters would only bring their children and grandchildren to see him during the Spring Festival reunion dinner. As for his wife, she has been sick in bed for a long time, and she has taken a lot of medicines, but she is not getting well. Immediately after he also told me about his daughter, I did not expect the original silent old man, all of a sudden I opened the box.

"Why don't you move in with your daughters or let them send you money? "

The old grandfather sighed: "Ugh! Let's just not go. If we go, we will disturb their lives, besides, they have a lot of things to do and can't find time to take care of us!" After hearing these words, my heart was gripped by something, quietly twitching. I suddenly recalled my father, he had also I told me this sentence: "If I get old and can not walk, I will drink medicine and die, you do not do what funeral, take a nail rake to throw me out on the line." But when the grandmother also said the same thing to Dad, but the grandmother was buried in the ground in a dignified manner. When my thoughts returned to Grandpa's face, he was about to have his shoes repaired. I looked at him carefully: rough tools, tattered clothes, a head full of white hair, sewed many times the farm shoes, and his bronze-colored face. At this moment, I really want to hug him.

The shoes have been repaired, and mom is back. I said goodbye to this old grandfather. I don't know if I can see him again in the future.

Time rushed by, the winter solstice, I once again sat on my mother's small donkey on the street, next to the shoe store, I saw the familiar and old bronze face. That old grandfather was still there! On his feet was the same pair of shoes, but he was wrapped in an extra coat. The old grandpa is focusing on the shoes in his hands, only to see him a moment with a hammer hammer, a moment with a needle sewing, not the slightest sloppiness. Perhaps the weather is too cold, the old grandfather shrunk into a ball, the spine looks more hunched, suddenly, a cool wind blew my nose sour, I want to open my arms to hug him.

We always live in a hustle and bustle.

The bustling city of cars and horses is always immersed in a flashy light. Looked up and saw that dyed the night sky full of dust, the vague flickering starlight, sprinkled with a lonesome. Dazzling light drenched, everything is not like before.

Suddenly miss, that annihilated in the hustle and bustle of the silent wind, through a fog, I seem to see a thousand years ago, the world of peace.

It was a cliff side, the water slowly flowing down the smooth stone wall, moistened with a little green moss, silent. The golden sunlight swept through the treetops, shedding loose patches of light. Sparkling columns of light dangled down from between the gaps in the leaves, and the fine rays of light flooded a soft halo. Not far away, the bamboo forest rattled softly under the breeze, but was blended into that serenity. The clouds are long, blue sky, seems to have not seen for a long time.

Abruptly, a few wisps of light wind came, came the sound of silk piano. Looking along, under the pear tree at the edge of the cliff, the outline of a person is vaguely visible. Slowly approaching, his silhouette is gradually clear, gently gathered and slowly twisted, the ancient zither will be played out of the ancient vapor of Jiangnan, like the light sound of lotus petals water droplets dripping.

The vague night wind rises, and the fragrance dyes the light strings.

That person with a smile between the eyebrows with a thick drunkenness, but that clear temperament makes people feel that he has transcended between the mundane, borrow this world, explore all kinds of love on earth, quietly look at the hustle and bustle of the floating world. The ancient zither in his fiddling, trailing out the crisp sound. The first time I saw this, I was surprised by a pool of spring water, disturbing a tree of cold crows.

Floating life in a hurry guest, nay cause dust destiny.

"You don't belong here." He opened his mouth, a shallow smile that rippled. "Yes, want to escape all that noise, here is clear and quiet." Was seen through when truthfully answered. Pure white `Pear Blossom, slowly fell on the side of the clear ink, a faint ripple, haloed a ripple. The white flowers were dyed with a bit of ink, leaving a shallow trace.

The pear blossom messes with the ink color, and the ink stains the pear blossom white.

The man looked at the scene quietly and said, "But you still have to go back."

Shallow smile. Words with a few points of playfulness, but seems to have a deep meaning.

Can not think much, that person has gradually faded out of sight, a wisp of cold incense far. Or ... I am away from that peaceful world, farther and farther away.

The sounds of chaos gradually return to the ears, red lights and green wine city into the eyes, breathing through the heavy haze. The harsh light rendering, the starlight is dim, pouring out an unspeakable sadness. The cool rain, buried the world of pomp and circumstance, faded smoke sinking flowers, bloomed in front of the eyes. It seems to have read and understood the light smile in the eyes of the person who was leaving. Rain, wash away the dust of the world, or wash the pair of eyes that were fogged. The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me to go back to the office.

The pear blossom outside the window opened alone, pouring out this world is difficult to read the lonesome.

What is the best love? It is to be with each other, white head to old age; or by love into the family love of the meticulous care? Looking at my grandparents, I think they have the best love.

Grandma is a child bride, sold to grandpa's house from a young age, the feelings between them are thousands of days and nights cultivated, perhaps reluctantly, but in the weathering of time, can not be separated, and can not be put down.

Grandma was young and did not pay attention to the fall of joint disease for decades, home to go out of the big and small trivial things are grandpa to do, from the livelihood of running around, to the daily groceries to pay the bills, grandpa never half a word of complaint in the view of grandpa: take care of a family of old and young, should be. In the days of living with grandma and grandpa, grandma loved to call grandpa old man, the most often heard is, old man what what where? Old man went to buy some eggs, we ran out of eggs at home. When you had to go out, because your legs were inconvenient to go up and down the stairs, you relied on your grandpa's shoulder to complete the task. Your grandpa's shoulder was like a crutch for your grandma, and it was also your grandma's firmest support. A few years ago, my mother bought a cell phone for them all, and my grandmother didn't even know her own number, but she was able to fluently recite my grandfather's cell phone number, and I asked my grandmother why, and she said: "What's the matter, call the old man, the old man solved it, and the old man was able to do it.

This calm life only lasted until the grandfather's cancer recurrence, Grandma got up at 3:00 every day, cooking porridge, step by step to the bus station, catch the first bus to the hospital, to Grandma's legs and feet, usually even out of the door, and now this early morning and late at night, busy, by virtue of the deepest in the heart of the softest emotions. I once inadvertently saw my grandmother in the hospital to make my grandfather can not hear a little more comfortable, difficult to help my grandfather turn over the scene, my grandmother, a meter five, both hands tugging at my grandfather's clothes, in the body and the bed gap stuffed with pillows, and then change to the other side, so that my grandfather completely sideways lying, complete all of this grandmother, sweating, almost unsteady, looking at the eyes of his grandfather with a glittering tears and a strong heartache.

On that day, we all rushed to Grandpa's bedside, accompanying him to walk through the last days of his life. Grandma touched Grandpa's cheeks with a trembling hand, and muttered, "I'll touch you again, don't be afraid." This made everyone present instantly burst into tears ......

A year on, what Grandma did most often was to sit by her bedside and turn over photos to wipe her tears. Writer Zhang Jiajia wrote: everyone's memory is a sand city, we step by step back, but can only go forward. Grandma walks very slowly, because that city is too much to stay, and Grandpa is Grandma's city.

I remember when I was a child, I asked my grandmother why she always called my grandfather old man, and she laughed: let people love and hate, it is not the old man.

The first year of the essay, Part 4

Are you happy? The mood will be low? Today and online shopping for dark chocolate, like the pure bitterness of dark chocolate, the flavor of the last is a kind of sweetness surging on the tongue! Said chocolate can make people feel good, I am slowly taste; said bitter food can make you have a healthy body, I am slowly feel my healthy body! My favorite thing is still sports! I am a sports boy!

Sports will make people produce dopamine, it will make people happy, we feel the power of life in the process of sweating! I am a sports boy, leisure time, sports has become indispensable in my life, it requires us to have enough perseverance to adhere to!

Buy yourself a sports equipment, exercise at home! But whether it is a treadmill, or a walking machine, or even an exercise bike ...... Even simple yoga is technical, are the combination of force and beauty, so I do warm-up exercises before exercise to enhance the effect of the exercise afterward!

Walking in the lively park, the type of people's movement is still a lot of, I'm familiar with Tai Chi, there are many people choose to run, there are parents like square dance, there are a lot of young people love badminton ...... movement is still a lot of kinds, I like running and Tai Chi, because a movement and a static, more reflect a person's The state of a person, a person's versatility, a person to treat everything around them can be very rounded, to tolerate the attitude of all things, the movement of the person's heart is very broad. After exercising, I feel that I have less time to be red-faced with my parents! Perhaps, this is also the reason why I like sports!

The boy's me, is like basketball, hot days, even if the heat, we will run in the basketball court, more importantly, the charm of basketball is so great that the school of the school bully will gather in the stadium, cheering for us! What's more, the school would organize basketball matches with other schools. In a series of actions such as scrambling, running, and three-point layups, we could feel the power of competition, and even more so, we were fighting to maintain the friendship between schools! Do you like basketball too? Let's play together sometime! Will you join us?

Both students and social workers need to exercise! I've heard that a lot of diseases that only come with old age are generally getting younger, like diabetes, like osteoporosis, like high blood pressure, and that a good life really does make us suffer a lot less! I like sports, sports to improve our physical fitness, enhance our cardiorespiratory function, improved osteoporosis ...... body is the capital of our revolution, not to be half a point of destruction, only sports can keep the body's vitality!

In the movement, I made a lot of friends, we are all like-minded, no matter how much life, learning pressure, punctual punctual movement, is what we must have!

I am a sports boy, I exercise, I am happy! Come on, together!

I am a sports boy, I sports, I am happy! Ancient benevolence has always existed in the long, long Chinese annals of history, as distant from us as the vastness of the heavens. In fact, they have always been with me, affecting generations of Chinese people.

A good wind with the power to send me to the clouds. The reason why China can be in the devastation of the war stubbornly climbed up, in the broken walls in the hope of looking around, from the bone marrow of the national self-confidence, from the Chinese generations of the ancient benevolent thought sentiment! In the previous lesson, China has finally found a true way of governance, the future will be more thriving.

You ask me, where are the ancient people?

The ancient people are in the history books.

The Chinese history of this scroll, is a lifetime can not see the end of the classics. As far as the Yellow Emperor is concerned, down to the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, which has nurtured a number of heroes and aspirants, and a number of depressed and frustrated people in the past? They used their lives and poems to tell us about the difficulties of life, the suffering of war, but also the way of life into it, inspiring countless writers and writers, but also warned the future generations to take the wrong path. When I think about it, China's development has been a great success, and we can't get away from this wonderful picture.

Ancient Renren in the jade plate celadon.

In ancient times, Changnan was famous for making porcelain, which was exported all over the world by the Silk Road, from which the English name of China came. A porcelain is not only a work of art, but also a symbol of the spiritual civilization of a dynasty. It nurtures the spirit of great craftsmen, but also reflects the rise and fall of a dynasty. We must admit, so far there are a wide range of treasures out there, it may be displayed in museums across the ocean, perhaps in the cellar of an unknown collector breathing, they seize the way is self-evident. Looking at the museum of porcelain, half happy and half regret, it is because of its exquisite craftsmanship, only to be known for generations, but also because of this, was coveted by others. Love of beauty, but after all, this is the blood of our ancestors, to the day, will let them return to their roots.

Where are the ancient benevolent people? If you have not yet solved the puzzle, close your eyes and hold your breath, you can only realize that the ancient Renren original in the heart of each Chinese people ah ......

Senior Essay Part 6

The birds and flowers in the spring, the blazing sun in the summer, the sky high in the fall, and the snow in the winter, all things in nature will always make us happy. We always talk with others, in the conversation of God, experience a different kind of wonderful. Laughing in the imagination, confiding your secrets with others, sharing your joy, it only comes from whether you open the heart.

Growing up, difficulties always like to stick to you, but joy and happiness are also your good partners. From the difficulties there you will get exercise, from the happy there you will get a smile. Exam red light, naughty tears like to kiss your cheeks, the poor heart can only silently suffer the pain of torture. Looking up at the stars and praying for an answer, but the stars are flashing bright eyes to ask you, "Have you tried hard?" Of course I did, I was arguing with myself. The breeze blows away the heat, but why doesn't it blow away my unhappiness? The sun's rays evaporate moisture, but why not my tears? Happy went on vacation, leaving me alone, what should I do? Haha, of course, should be and dead friends sunshine heart, otherwise in the heart of the stifled deterioration is not good, ah, sadness this thing or need to share. Don't be afraid to be embarrassed, hide the shy eyes of temptation. Show your smile, along with the bright sunshine together. Reach out your hands and hold on to friendship. Give the key to your heart. Let friendship bear witness to this wonderful moment.

The stars are shining brightly tonight, and the silent world around you doesn't let you feel a trace of sleep. From time to time, your teeth come out to look at the moonscape as you smile. Your eyes betray you, they are the ones that tell the stars that you have a great joy. The stars are on silent watch and the moon is waiting in silence, they are afraid of disturbing your happy time. Only to see you burst with excitement. You are surrounded by happy little elves. Maybe you got a perfect score on your test, or maybe you finally made a difficult calculation problem. The stars and the moon listened to your platitudes, and they seemed to understand your mood.

In fact, there are some people around you, they care about you, love you, you can not forget them oh! Find them to show your happiness, so that everyone's teeth can also absorb enough sunshine. At this time you will not have a little shy it, look ah, your face a little bit of redness as flowers grow, by the way not in the face, but in the heart, that is the friends of your achievements of the affirmation.

Listen, what is there? Do you hear the voice of someone who weeps with you when you cry, and the voice of someone who is happier than you when you laugh? If so, congratulations, your heart is no longer alone, pain and happiness have someone to share with you. Friends, open your own heart, let your own life more than a brilliant rainbow!

The meaning of Mid-Autumn Festival is just to eat mooncakes? I can't help but ask myself this.

When I was very young, I thought the best thing about Mid-Autumn Festival was eating mooncakes. But now that I'm older and more understanding, I hope that on this day, the whole family can sit together in a circle and talk about family life and hope. Instead of being busy with their own business, they don't have the time or energy to have a good reunion dinner together.

This year, our family was finally able to get together for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Finally, it is no longer the father's business trip, leaving us alone; finally, it is no longer the mother's overtime, leaving us alone.

In this Mid-Autumn Festival, I had an incredibly happy life, as if mom and dad "owed" me a few years ago to return all the happiness to me.

At that moment, I felt that I was the happiest person in the world, and the luckiest person. That night, our whole family sat under the moonlight, ate mooncakes and enjoyed the moon. At that second, the moon seemed to be waving at us, as if celebrating our family reunion. The trees swayed her long flowing hair as if smiling and saying, "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!" The ants carried the leftover scraps of our food as if saying to us, "We're going home to eat mooncakes!" Just as I was absorbed in this quiet thing, suddenly a bee flew down and surrounded us, it seemed to be saying, as if to say, "I also want to eat mooncakes," so it flew towards my arm, was too late for me to dodge. At that moment, my father rushed to grab the insecticide, but still finished a step - I was stung by a bee. My tears immediately came out of my eyes, and my dad couldn't think twice about it, and ran back to get the ointment for me, so that my pain was alleviated a lot.

Looked at my dad sweating, I "pfft" laughed out loud, because I saw my dad so anxious, as if he had been stung, then I felt a warm current running through my heart - it was my dad's love.

Mid-Autumn Festival, send more expensive, more gifts can not catch up with a "I'm back", even now the communication equipment is so developed, and video, but also can not be worth to see a face.

So, I understand, the significance of the Mid-Autumn Festival is not only to eat moon cakes, but more importantly, reunion, as long as they get together, even if the mouth gnawing on the nest, are feeling the most fragrant food.