Senior two prose composition

In study, work and even life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. The composition must focus on the theme and elaborate on the same theme. No rambling, lax theme or even no theme. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is the composition of Grade Two 10 that I collected for you, for reference only. Let's have a look.

1 The flowers in the grass are different; Seagulls are different in the blue sea; White clouds under the blue sky look different. The same is true of being a man. If you want to succeed, you must be different.

The pearl in the material is different in the sand, so we should be like that pearl, even if it is buried in the sand, the pearl will be found. Everyone has his own life, and everyone's life is different. If we follow the trend and echo the success of others, then in the end we will lose the "sand". We will eventually become toddlers in Handan. We may not even know how to walk. Everyone has his own personality and personality characteristics. Give full play to them and make yourself different from others. In this way, your chances will increase and success will be closer to you.

Being different allows us to be discovered by more people. Even in a pile of sand, if you are an ordinary stone, then you are different and you will be found. "Stand out from the crowd" is like this: cranes are different from chickens.

If all you are looking for is a chicken, imagine how likely you are to be found.

Being different allows us to seize more opportunities. If you win the chance of being discovered by others, you win more job opportunities. It is unusual for Jay Chou to be shot on the piano in a group of waiters. It was because of his uniqueness that he was discovered by the boss and stopped serving. When a university graduates with a distinctive resume, it first wins the favor of recruiters and gets job opportunities. It is unusual for Jay Chou to be shot on the piano in a group of waiters. It was because of his uniqueness that he was discovered by the boss and stopped serving. Only when you are different from others can you enjoy the joy of success.

Being different can sharpen our will. When we are different, we will be questioned and scolded by many people. It is a well-known truth that we should grit our teeth, persevere, win everyone's understanding and support, and finally change their attitude.

Being different requires us to have enough courage. Sometimes it's not that we don't want to be different, but that we dare not. When everyone does the same thing, you can only stand out among more ordinary people if you are different, and you can only be liked by more people if you have characteristics. In the real estate industry, Pan Shiyi is definitely not the largest company, but his company has definitely attracted the most attention. Because of his almost stick figure appearance and sharp language, he is brilliant today, and it is his uniqueness that makes him successful today.

Orchids are not as big as peonies, as fragrant as roses, and as hot as pomegranates, but they grow in a valley that does not compete with the secular world. Whether others appreciate them or not, they all exude their own faint fragrance, which is its uniqueness. Because of this, he got the reputation of a gentleman in flowers.

Be a different person and let others be good at discovering themselves, and you will find that success is actually very close to you.

The second article "Du … Du …" of Senior Two composition was awakened by a rush of cell phone ringing in the morning. In a daze, I saw "Mom is calling" on the screen, and I was completely sleepy for an instant.

Pretend to have got up and put through the phone: "Hello".

"Xiao Heng, are you awake?" My father's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Well, Dad, I'm awake."

"Oh, the weather is fine in the morning. Getting up early to exercise is good for your health. "

"Well, I'm already up."

"What's the weather like over there these days? Go to bed early at night and get up early during the day. The air in the morning is very suitable for reading ... are you okay? "

"Well, the weather here is very good. I go to bed early at night. It is really suitable for reading in the morning. I am in good health. "

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Father, a middle-aged man in his forties, is tall, with a tough face and bright eyes. Careful observation seems to be full of infinite wisdom and wisdom. Years can't leave any trace on his face, but only make his tough face sharper and his bright eyes brighter. In the eyes of others, my father will always be a tough and tall mountain. In my eyes, my father is my teacher and my refuge from childhood.

Father does things very seriously. The same thing, in our eyes, is a trivial matter, but in his eyes, it has become a major event. So I always thought that everything in my father's eyes was no small matter. Maybe it's because I see things from different angles. My father does everything well, which I can't catch up with. Seeing my father's concentration in doing things, I know what seriousness is, that is, to be fully involved in things. It seems that he has become a part of things and can't extricate himself. Father often teaches us to concentrate on our work and not to do two things at once. Perhaps influenced by my father, my relatives said that I was "like my father".

Since I came to Guiyang to study, I seldom go home. First, the road is too far. Second, the road is not easy. Going home is a mountain road. Panshan Highway has more than eighteen bends. The only means of transportation to go back is the car. Now, as long as I think about the car, the whole person will feel uncomfortable. Therefore, only summer vacation and winter vacation are allowed to go home a year, so that only a few months in a year can be reunited with family members.

Parents at home not only take care of their elderly grandparents, but also try their best to earn money for our four siblings to study. Fortunately, grandparents have uncles to take care of them, so the burden on parents is not so heavy. However, in order for the four of us to continue our studies, our parents in their forties have to work in distant cities. So we can only reunite with our parents during the Spring Festival.

Maybe it's a long journey, maybe it's helping the boss look after the factory ..., so my father never even went home for the Spring Festival. I think I should have guessed the reason. I haven't seen my father for three years. I always feel that every phone call is so short.

The phone has hung up, and my father's words are still in my mind. I think these words may never be forgotten.

Father's love is silent and has been unconsciously sprinkled on us; The father loves selflessness and goes far away for his children; Father's love is strong. If you fall, you will just get up and move on. ...

Father's love is beyond words.

I still like you very much, like Wan Li in the depths of the sea. I don't know where it is.

The compass of fate is wonderful, turning and turning. Wherever you go, you are bound to bind us together. But your gentle words still seem to repeat the phrase "I don't love" in my ear, but I love you, which is doomed that I will chase your footsteps all my life and never stop.

I remember when I first met you, you were still very gentle with me. When I "accidentally" said the word hidden in my heart, your face suddenly changed and you were no longer gentle.

But I can't give up because I can't go against my heart. So, I can only keep trying to catch your drifting boat that doesn't belong to my harbor. Maybe it's because what you can't get is the best.

Finally, you may be angry with me or pity me, and we are together. But being together doesn't mean being together. Every chat starts with me and ends with me. Every time I ask you to say one more word, you are impatient, but you are very kind to other girls. Love also divides people, but I am not your lover after all.

I know that love based on compassion will not last long after all. Gradually, you didn't even bother to reply to my message. I say good morning in the morning and good night in the evening, so you have two. But your night, um, seems to be coming back soon. You must be thinking, "This man can finally shut up.

Finally, I can play games with peace of mind. "I know you don't love me.

Finally, we broke up. The fuse is that you play games on the pretext of something at home. My previous forbearance finally broke out at this moment, and I said a lot, but I didn't hurt your sentence "I don't love you anyway." Let's break up. " My purpose is not to break up. I'm losing my temper. I just want you to fool me, fool me, just once.

Now I have added all the contact information you deleted in anger at that time. I didn't mean to. I just kept the information about you in my heart and never forgot it.

Look at your dynamics every day and share your joys and sorrows with your emotions. I can't help it I'm a bitch. I just can't forget you. But I seem to have changed a little now, because what I want to see is your happiness, not the happiness with me.

"Like is one person's business, and love is two people's business, so I like you has nothing to do with you." Since I can't forget my original heart, I will always guard you silently.

If one day you find my shadow missing from your life, don't be surprised, it proves that I have put aside my delusion and started a new life. Because there are people who love me behind me, it's time for me to turn around. I don't want to cling to your towering trees, and I don't want to touch my saplings. That's enough.

But now I can't give up and make one last effort, because "I still like you, just like whales to the sea and birds to the forest."

Time flies, the swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, so they will bloom again. But time flies, and the time we have is only the brief light of a meteor across the dark sky. Facing it, I am at a loss. I live in the years, but I have no pity for it.

The years are changeable, from slavery to democracy, from barbarism to civilization, from war to stability, from backwardness to advanced. These changes are immersed in the years, and history shows us the years. I live in the years and marvel at the miracle of change.

Years are gray, and how long it takes is just a meteor. The ancient working people left us vicissitudes and brilliant achievements, engraved in the footprints of years. I live in years, and years reproduce history.

Time flies, looking back on the road, confused, as far away as a mirage. This may be my hesitation, this may be my choice. I live in the years, and the years are like hemp, but I insist on myself.

Time is the most easily lost, like a forest, lush but blurred, like a desert, flat but boundless. Strengthen yourself, be clear about yourself, believe in yourself, be clear about the course of life, turn into a boat, fight the wind and waves, and sail to the goal without showing weakness. I'm not the only one living in the years.

The clouds cleared gently and the wind gradually stopped. Leaving some crow's feet, the years slipped away in a hurry, leaving only a short candle with weak fluorescence, reflecting an old face, and my mother was getting old. In the passage of time, her flash is embedded in my life.

I live in years, and years are the timer of my life; I live in the years, and the years are the pioneers of my life.

Time is like a song, changeable. Miracles are etched.

Time is like a book, vicissitudes of life are ancient, and glory is a shiny crease;

Years are like a river, winding, and the goal is an eternal course;

Time is like a road, bumpy, and faith is a firm sail.

Time is running out. Today is the last day of 20xx.

On the eve of entering a new year, I always feel that I should write something and record 20xxx.

20xx will be an unforgettable year for me and my family, and everything that happened in this year will be deeply branded in our memory.

This year, I learned more about the value of family. Becoming a family is a great fate! Our parents love us selflessly. When we grow up, we should know how to repay kindness and take more responsibility for many things within our power, instead of worrying about our elders.

This year, I learned more about the value of time. It's really not an exaggeration to describe how quickly time passes with a flick of a finger. Yao Ming has just entered 20xx years, and now it's time to say goodbye to it! Think about this year and cherish it yourself? Have you made good use of this time?

The answer is a bit embarrassing!

If you don't work hard when you are young, your boss will be sad! Time flies! No amount of shame can change the lost time, so I must cherish the present and cherish every minute we meet.

You treat time gently, and time returns to you humbly!

20xx is coming soon. I will always remember everything that happened in this year. I will never regret what I missed. Don't let negative emotions affect me. Look at myself more and cherish the next opportunity! Keep good habits and try to change bad habits! I hope the new year will have a new atmosphere! I hope everyone can be happy, safe and sound, and the new year will have a new atmosphere!

A fallen leaf landed leisurely in front of me. I picked it up and stuffed it into my diary. Let this ordinary fallen leaf peep at the unknown memory in my heart; Listen to my cry at midnight. Then, I will quietly say to the earth that I care about the fallen leaves, more about midnight, and about its mysterious tranquility and leisure.

Although midnight brought the cold moonlight, my heart was shouting and my thoughts were restless. So, I try to let my soul run in the dark. Then, an indescribable and gradually intense emotion dragged my body, as if I had transcended time and space and reached another perfect and wild realm.

This cool and elegant realm retains a kind of exquisite and pure pure land. But when I first saw it, it felt like a piece of glass was suddenly broken, as if life and death, noise and tranquility, vicissitudes and reality were interspersed in the dying sky. Suddenly, a sharp parabola appeared in front of my eyes, which cut the silence of midnight and formed a deep scar. In an instant, thousands of huge plastic bags appeared in the cold night sky, covering my head tightly in an attempt to suppress my breathing. So, I tried to break free and breathe the fresh breath of the earth. Finally, everything became quiet and I was released. Open the dusty memory, I can't help but open my closed heart and slowly open my eyes.

At present, there are elegant and beautiful midnight scenery everywhere. I sat on the stone steps, enjoying the quiet and leisurely midnight, and then admiring the exquisite and elegant figure sketches in my hands with artistic eyes. A cup of light green tea, a few crisp nightingale whispers, a fresh and pure stream, and a fresh and quiet night scene can all make me have the gentle poetry of the poet "clear water makes hibiscus, and it is naturally carved".

Through those dark years, I once felt nostalgic. Looking down, I found it was cool at midnight. So, I opened my diary, gently picked up the fallen leaves sleeping in the depths of my memory, returned to the earth, and let it return to the tranquility and leisure of midnight.

When we enter the text writing, because the topic is concise, vivid and vivid, we will soon enter the writing state, and then start writing around the topic, and the writing process will be smooth and not stuck.

Having a good topic means that we have taken the first step in writing. With this first step, we can take the second step, then the third step, the fourth step ... and finally finish writing a paper. This shows how important the title of an essay is!

I think: the topic of prose must be concise and clear, and the number of words should not be too many, generally within five words, not more than seven or eight words at most. If there are too many words in a composition, it will be difficult to attract people and be remembered, and it will be very confusing and annoying to read. Who wants to read the following carefully?

Topics must be clear at a glance and to the point, such as Mao Dun's praise of poplars, the style of Tao Zhu pine trees, and who is the cutest in Wei Weili. After reading the topics, we will know their themes and what the author wrote.

Don't complicate the topic, the simpler the better. Many beginners in prose writing often can't name articles or write topics. The topic is often not so close to the content of the article, that is, it is not appropriate. It's like writing a thousand words, digressing from Wan Li. Such writing is a failure. No matter how beautiful and sensational your writing is, this article is not a good one, but a failed one.

The title of the article is like people's clothes. No matter how beautiful a girl is, if she doesn't dress well, her beauty and beauty will be greatly reduced. Clothing is packaging, and the article title is packaging. Now this society pays more attention to packaging, and packaging is not so attractive. Who will appreciate the content? I'm not interested in the content either. So don't underestimate the topic, the topic of an article determines the success or failure of writing!

The title of an essay must be vivid and beautiful, otherwise people will read the title and will not want to read the specific content of the article. Articles should have a good title, and essays should have a good title. Just like people, the name is worthy of the name, loud and smooth. A man with a good name sounds proud. For example, a beautiful and fashionable girl, whose name is very rustic and does not match. If a nice name is given, then the person and the name are the same. Some stars are like this. The names in the past were not very good. After the movie, they had a very artistic and romantic name and played a very successful role. They were very famous. We know many famous people, because they are famous, and their names also play a great role. A name is a person's facade, an external symbol, not to mention an essay. Well-written prose also has a good theme, which plays a very important role, and it is impossible to deny it.

The title is the eye of the article. From the title, you can see and appreciate the content and soul of the article. The eyes are the windows of the soul, and the title is also the entrance of the article! Only when we get into the theme and go deep into the text can we feel the fun and happiness of reading.

When writing an article, start with the topic, and do your homework well first. This is indeed the first step in prose writing, and it is also a very important step!

The eighth essay of the second year of high school always habitually turns to look at the back door, which faces the corridor. You often appear, maybe.

I walked past a better boy than you that day. A meal at the door, even the hairstyle is completely similar. I even want to have a look. Just as Hua wants to find a body double and treat Mo Bingxian as white, I like to see a male god just like you appear in front of me, so I have seen enough and liked enough.

Look, I really don't like you. I only love the good feeling you make me feel.

Autumn leaves have fallen, leaving me alone. Looking into the distance, it is foggy and always empty. I want to find you, go to your direction to find your figure, so that you are no longer lonely. But I suddenly feel hypocritical. I know these words are just impulsive, and I don't care if I want to die. However, I have always been rational, and I will never allow myself to give up myself for a man, at least subconsciously, I think so.

You have your way to go, and I have mine.

From the beginning, from the moment I was tempted, I rationally thought that in this world, no one is the last resort except myself.

It's like, some roads can only be taken by yourself.

Suddenly fell in love with the feeling of shopping alone. There is enough time and space to ensure that you don't have to think about the direction, just follow your heart and wait to see everything pleasing to the eye. Once upon a time, I was always at a loss when I was alone. I always feel that all pedestrians' eyes are fixed on themselves, and every move is closely watched by others. The whole person is unnatural. However, when I came back from my classmate's home, my classmate's mother was very gentle and smiled beautifully. Her warm treatment made me understand that the world is beautiful. It's just an illusion. I visited Yiwu once, and I was confident at that time.

It is said that it takes about eight minutes for light to reach the earth from the sun, but what we see now is only the light that passed through a light year eight minutes ago.

The starry sky overhead, the star you can see when you look up, may be hundreds of thousands of light years away from us. And the stars we see now, bright or dark, may have fallen for many years.

Then even if there is stronger light, it will take eight minutes. That bright and dazzling first ray of dawn, through the dim universe, through the free dust, through the clouds, through the deep nebula, can become our eyes now.

And when we admire the beauty of success, it is the glory that she has long since disappeared.

Being a beam of light may experience ups and downs, may drift from place to place, and may not shine in the end, but it will impress everyone who sees the sunrise. Because this is the glory that can only bloom after a lot of confusion.

Be a beam of light, don't look back easily. The fallen stars are beautiful, but wouldn't it be better to stick to them? When the dust is washed away and reappears in front of the world, you will look back, you will look forward, and you will find how memorable this long road is.

Don't be knocked down by the current predicament, stick to it and you will see your dazzling existence in the near future.

Suddenly I remembered The Brightest Star in the Night Sky. "Whenever I can't find the meaning of existence, whenever I get lost in the dark, the brightest star in the night sky, please guide me to get close to you …" In fact, everyone will be confused and disappointed, but after you pass through the wireless darkness, you are naturally the brightest star in the night sky.

10 I opened my diary, put on a new refill, and carefully wrote down one by one: beauty is not gorgeous, sunshine is not extravagant, autumn fragrance is lingering, and I hope it will be beautiful.

Every time I am in a bad mood, I will write this sentence again and again. This sentence seems to have great magic, which can calm my mood and soothe my soul.

An Wei said that if you love someone, you should love them to the extreme, and you can't leave any regrets for yourself.

I quite agree.

But, after all, that's An Wei, our sister. She is not destined to be a canary in a cage. She has a vast world, and her love should be brave and fearless. But I, not necessarily.

I think I'm really weak. When I was in Class One with Luo Yung, I enjoyed watching him secretly, immersed in my own little happiness, like a greedy thief, eager to get his eyes, but unwilling to let him find out. How is that possible?

I thought I used to be sentimental, but I was really indecisive. When it breaks down. Now Yang Luo has fallen in love with another girl. Cheng Hui once said to me, in this case, please smile and bless.

I nodded with a smile. Yes, it should be blessed. They built their own world of two people, and I was just an outsider around them. If I get involved, I will hurt others and myself. What can I do without blessing?

I am not a particularly happy person. I am good at hiding my pain and bringing happiness and smiles to others. I am afraid that others will see my pain and weakness, just like seeing ugliness. Qu Ran always said that I had a strong self-esteem. Maybe my pride won't allow me to look back.

I don't want to look back.

That time, when I met Luo Yung in the library, I had determined my heart and understood that I was not so fragile. At least I can greet him with a smile under his eyes and walk past him with my head held high. No nostalgia.

In the new class, there is a girl named Wang Qian. Her personality is quite cheerful. No matter who made her angry, she didn't care, smiled and laughed, but she still had a good fight with the National People's Congress.

However, she fell in love with a boy who studied physical education in our class.

Every day, every day, in her body, our classmates deeply realized what perseverance is.

That boy doesn't like her. He likes a beautiful girl who studies PE with him.

After dinner that day, Wang Qian helped him clear the table. He was drunk because his goddess refused his confession because of Wang Qian.

She smiled and waited for him to come back, so she told him happily that she cleaned it herself. She has been waiting for him to give her a chance. But his eyes were all cold, turned into ice and stabbed her. He overturned the table without looking, and the girls around him were frightened. She apologized to him and helped him pick it up. He was ungrateful, cursed and gone. However, she smiled and helped him clean up.

The class burst into sighs.

I turned around and stopped looking. My heart is a mess. I think there may be many people like me in this world, but there are few persistent girls like money.

If I had a choice, I would rather die alone than love someone so humbly. Love should be equal, and no one should return as much as they pay. If loving someone is doomed to lose dignity, then I would rather not love.