Time gaoyi composition

In our daily study, work and life, everyone has tried to write a composition, which is a verbal activity for people to express their feelings in written form. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is the composition I collected for you, I hope it will help you.

The sky looks clear after the rain, and the clean blue sets off the pure white clouds, just quietly drifting away the time. On the one hand, the sunset spread a poem and landed gently on the mossy fence, as if listening to the old fence telling a story about "time". I stretched out my hand and touched the mottled wall, as if I saw the mottled face of time.

Stuffed with headphones, the faint song clearly reached my ears: the painting reflected people with small bridges and flowing water. The children chased the sunset glow and refused to go home ... only to find that the child who played short hair and chased time had grown into a teenager. Sitting in the classroom, rubbing my sour eyes, watching the birds fly across the sky outside the window, growling freely and venting its youth. The boy in the window was envious, put on his glasses again, looked at the blackboard covered with white handwriting, and continued to work hard for his future and strive for a free sky for himself.

Sometimes in a daze, the wind of several games followed the hurried footsteps of time, passing through the cracks of pine branches on the playground, and I don't know where it went. The blue sky in spring, without any embellishment, makes people feel at a loss in the empty space. Unconsciously move your fingers, want to fly to the blue sky with a kite, but can't. Because the end of the kite string is tied with "childhood", when the moss slowly crawls over the wall where children played, the grown-up teenagers can only write their own future.

Accustomed to sitting under the lamp and competing with obscure exercises. The lonely shadow is printed on the concrete floor, and gradually it is already late at night. The twinkling stars look at the teenagers who grow up at any time. I wonder if they remember that when they were young, they lived in a cabin in the country, where they could gather all the stars. The wind of memory awakens the night outside. The teenager closed the book, opened the curtain, looked at the starry sky with flashing eyes, and recalled the years when he sat on the threshold and counted the stars.

The afterglow of the setting sun warms the sunset glow on the horizon, and the whole sky is orange light, reflecting the catkins flying all over the sky. Looking up at the sky, I realized that when the light is stained like an old fence covered with moss, we grow up. The years full of childlike interest are far away from us, silently staying in a corner stranded by time. And we, involuntarily following the steps of time step by step, are drifting away and heading for the future within our reach.

We are growing up, but they are getting old under the gear of time.

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Birds outside the window fly over the scenery and fly to their nests. It turns out that it is ready to go home like me.

I drove home alone, with a reluctant face. I am still working! The movie-like wind shadow outside the window is like a cloud shadow. I just want to eat. After dinner, I have to hurry back to work. The wheels are spinning, and time passes like running water. If you can't grasp the time, it will flow away. I work hard. Leaving a flying dust and fast moving car shadows on the highway.

When I got home, the yellow light lit up the room. My mother asked with concern, "Why did you come back so late?" It's a long way. In two words, the road is far away. Where is the road? This is just an excuse. I don't want to have dinner with my parents because I have a job.

In fact, the dinner was really rich. It was all my favorite foods, including seafood porridge, perch and my favorite cherry tomato. Unfortunately, I have no appetite because I have a job. The deceased is like a husband, time is short, never far away, I want to grasp and work hard.

"Dad, why did you water the flowers at night? It is not good at night. " "Your dad loves to water flowers when he is idle, and he waters them several times a day." Dad loves flowers, I know, but I've never seen dad love flowers so much. Dad has no mother. A sudden word, stop. Dad doesn't feel sad or lament. But a kind of dependence.

Growing up, we all depend on our parents. In that hurried past, most of our memories came from our parents. Time flies, holding memories like honey water.

My eyes are full of transparent pearls, and my mind recalls my childhood memories. It's not too late to hurry up and spend time with your parents. Accompany them with true feelings so that they are not only surrounded by money, but also accompanied. The most dazzling words in the air turn into clouds, leaving the most beautiful memories.

Sad autumn, a moment of youth, seize the time and accompany them through life. Although the story has grown old, the poem has turned yellow, and the south branch is full of Ying Ying, and autumn gives birth to winter shadows.

Time is high, composition 3 "Tick tock …… Tick tock ……" The hurried pace of time interrupted my thoughts all over the sky. I quietly looked at the hands of the clock and jumped step by step. In an instant, I was deeply moved by the biggest manager in my life.

Time is invisible and silent. We can't see it walking, but it is really passing. We can't feel its breath, but it is indeed the reason why all life exists. It moves forward with all its life, and it has the greatest power in the world. It can turn babies into teenagers and then into dying old people; It can turn the sea into a mulberry field and the desert into an oasis. It can send mankind into glorious civilization, and it can also bring everything into extinction. It ignores all the laws of life, it just goes by at its own pace, and it is the manager of all life. We just need to follow its footsteps closely, observe this vast world with curiosity, and explore our own glory.

Quietly sitting on the shoulder of time, watching a string of departing figures surging, hurriedly following the sunset glow, listening to the heavy bell of the old clock in the castle, like a beautiful waltz, drawing a perfect arc on the horizon, and like an ancient sonnet, the light of life jumps between the lines. ...

The fading glow and the gentle breeze blowing in our ears seem to remind us that please grasp every piece of light with a sincere heart and feel the grandeur and preciousness of life, just to prevent regrets from climbing over the heart of old age and the tombstone of guilt from being isolated at the end of life.

Only by making full use of every inch of time can we create infinite brilliance with limited energy, and only by following the footsteps of time can we enjoy infinite scenery with limited life. Cherish time, so that dreams can reach the other side of success; Cherish time, the chaos of the past can be illuminated by brilliance; Cherish time so that our hearts can set sail further.

It appears in my dream again, and I really want to tell it: I miss you so much.

I haven't fully adapted to the new school these months, and I will think of the place where I lived for three years from time to time. Think of the teaching building, think of me and my "relatives" in the knowledge classroom; Think of teachers who are sometimes harsh and sometimes loving; I often think of camphor along the way. In spring, I went to Qiu Lai to witness the leaves that I grew up drifting away. Oh! There is also a banyan tree. When you close your eyes, you can see it standing there quietly, and its leaves are shining with sunlight. The wind blew and the leaves rustled, and I knew it was greeting me ... I couldn't deceive myself at this moment, and it was so painful to miss it.

"Rong Er ..." I saw myself running towards it. To be precise, I am my old self, with short hair and a test paper in my hand. The most flamboyant thing is that smile, but the test paper is covered with red crosses.

The banyan tree is very beautiful. I have never seen such a beautiful tree. It is different from camphor trees surrounded by smoke and dust on the roadside every day, and it is also different from those exquisite trees that are carefully trimmed and picturesque ... Seeing me smirking at it and showing off my progress. It listens to me quietly. Since when can I only tell my troubles to a tree and show off my progress? It's been so long, I don't even remember.

Three years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the banyan tree is the most reluctant. I am afraid that its leaves will be torn off by naughty schoolmates; I am afraid that the bird will stay in the nest because of its beauty and press its branches down; But at the same time, I'm worried that no bird will stop to tell it interesting things. I hope the bird standing on it tells it that I didn't tell it wonderful outside.

I had a long dream. I dreamed that I became it, a long wait, a faint joy and a shallow loss. ...

From the creation of Pangu to the present, time flies to 2 1 century. 5000 years, what a long history! It is time that witnessed the humiliation and development of history. In the long river of history, generations of heroes have created and created history.

What is time! It is a very wonderful and unusual thing, invisible and inaudible; Can't touch it; Nothing in the world can replace it. Although ten thousand years is only a blink of an eye for the universe, what a long and distant story it is for mankind! However, all human activities always pass by it. How many people have written touching stories because of its passage; How many people regret it because of its ruthless escape and go crazy. However, for a person who doesn't know how to cherish time, time is long. On the contrary, for a person who knows how to cherish, time is like lightning.

Time is cruel. If you don't cherish it, it will ruin everything. Although colorless and tasteless, it will make you taste the ups and downs of life.

The driver said, "Time is mileage."

The farmer said, "Time is food."

The strategist said, "Time is victory."

The entrepreneur said, "Time is money."

The doctor said, "Time is life."

Intellectuals say, "Time is wisdom."

As long as we don't waste time, cherish every minute and don't feel ashamed of everything that time has given us. I don't run away from time, but I am afraid that time will pass by in a hurry; Afraid that time will take away life; Afraid of taking away good luck. However, "an inch of gold is nowhere to be found, and an inch of yin is nowhere to be found." Helpless! So ushered in one morning and one evening. Therefore, we should be an outstanding middle school student in 2 1 century; Be a winner who challenges time. Let's join hands and cross the starry sky of 2 1 century!

The sky left no trace of us, but we did fly by. -inscription

In a blink of an eye, the tense senior three life is about to come to a successful conclusion, and we will also face a tense senior high school entrance examination. We will say goodbye to our teachers and classmates who have been together for three years.

Before class, the math teacher told us that we had a normal exam today with a long test paper, which made the students complain bitterly. Since the third semester, they have been taking exams because of the final senior high school entrance examination. Although we complain, we never lose heart, because we know that all our efforts now are to give full play to our abilities in the future senior high school entrance examination, get a satisfactory grade and get into a satisfactory high school, so that we will not be sorry for our three years of junior high school and the sweat left by our teachers. The class was over, and before the math teacher finished, the English teacher stood at the door again, holding a long section of test paper in his hand, which made the students complain bitterly again.

On the playground, we ran hard, leaving sweat and tears, echoing our slogan and preserving our vigorous posture. In the morning reading class, the campus echoed with the sound of our reading, adding interesting vitality to our beautiful school.

"In the beginning, we were children. In the end, we longed to be angels, and there were fairy tales hidden in our songs." In a blink of an eye, the tense senior three life is coming to an end. The third grade is over, and we are about to part with the teachers, but we will never forget the tense life in the third grade, because it left a beautiful chapter in our long life, and we will always remember that beautiful medal!

In the third grade, I will always remember you!

On a beautiful night, I stood on the balcony and looked at the willow trees downstairs and the empty road. Reminds me of the experience of buying rice with my friends. That time, I have a deep memory.

On Saturday morning, I got up to wash my face and brush my teeth and get ready for breakfast. While washing my face, I thought: My homework is finally finished, so I can go down and play.

After breakfast, I want to play. Yesterday afternoon, my friend told me that let's go shopping together tomorrow evening. His parents are not at home, so his mother will give him money to buy his own food. I thought at that time: My parents are not at home anyway, so go with him!

Downstairs, I found him and asked him if he would go at night. He said, "Of course, let's go to my house for dinner after you buy it!" "

I stayed with him until the afternoon, and we agreed to withdraw money first and then meet here. When I got home, I called my mother and asked him to let me take money to buy rice and go to his house to eat after buying rice. My mother agreed.

I quickly took 20 yuan and went to the original place to meet him. He's already waiting there. We rode bicycles and ran wildly on the road. There are no cars and no people on the road. We are as happy and excited as wild horses running on the grassland.

But it's fast, but it's still far from the hotel, and we still have a long time to ride. Halfway through the ride, we were too tired to feel anything, so we decided to have a rest and then continue riding. Finally, we arrived at the hotel.

Because our bike was unlocked, I had to watch the car outside, and he went to buy food. I waited for a while and he came out and handed me a hot meal. Our hearts are as sweet as honey.

I know we don't have much time to play, so I will cherish our friendship and our happy time from now on. In the years to come, if we encounter difficulties, we must persevere, so that we can certainly tide over the difficulties.

My friends and I may not meet again when we grow up, but the time between us is the most important part of my childhood.

Because God couldn't reach every child at the same time, he created the mother.

My mother, the most ordinary person in the world, is too ordinary to find a second one. However, in my heart, my mother is as beautiful, selfless, pure and kind as a goddess. I love her as much as life. My mother loves me very much, too, because she has devoted herself to me all her life, paying for me and asking for nothing in return. Motherly love is sweet nagging and warm-hearted words. When going out, my mother always remembers to say a few words, wear thick clothes and don't catch cold; Don't eat casually; Be careful when crossing the street ... in her eyes, I seem to be a child who will never grow up, but she gradually lost her years and peaceful beauty in these whispers.

My mother's love is for my joys and sorrows. I am too nervous to stand up or sit down because of illness.

My resistance is very poor and my body is very weak. Once it rained heavily, and I didn't have time to change clothes in the rain, so I got sick. Living in the hospital, I don't want to talk or eat. I am in pain, I have a high fever, I have fluid on my hands, and I want to cry when I turn over. So, my mother held my hand in the palm of her hand, blew it gently and asked me if it hurt. At that time, my heart seemed to be blown warm. Of course, I know that this can't alleviate my pain, but I still nodded and said "no pain", but my mother kept blowing to fill the scar in my heart, as if she had found a way to save my life. In this way, I was ill for three days, and my mother told me some happy things, cooked me good food and rushed for my health. But she didn't complain at all. I think this is one of the reasons why she lost her youth.

I followed my parents to a small desert that day.

This is a small desert surrounded by mountains. Although it is a desert, it still has some vitality: several green grasslands. I sat in the desert and grabbed a handful of sand, which was thin and soft and comfortable. I looked around and saw sheep and cows in the distance. The shepherd drove the sheep to the grass, and the cow followed slowly. From time to time in the mountains came the shouts of travelers: "hey-hey-!""

It's already sunset, and the light of the sunset glow shines on the clouds, colorful and gorgeous. Mom and dad are shooting the most beautiful moment. I ran to the sheep and watched them eat grass quietly. They eat slowly and seem to be enjoying this wonderful moment, but they seem to be savoring the delicious grass and thinking about the colorful sunset glow. Some cows over there are carrying a calf. A cow seems to be its relative. She looked at it quietly and licked the calf's eyes. The calf turned around and called "moo, moo". Is it telling mom what it's thinking?

The light of the setting sun gradually dissipated and the sky gradually darkened. The shepherd shouted at the sheep to signal them to go back. The sheep bleated and seemed unwilling to leave. My parents also waved me back, but I didn't want to go back.

"Let me stay a little longer!" I gave a cry, and I sat quietly in the small desert again, putting my hands behind my head and lying down. The "baa, baa" sounds of sheep, the "baa, baa" sounds of cows, the shouts of shepherds and the "twittering" sounds of magpies in the sky have merged into a unique symphony, echoing in my ears. "How pleasant!" I read it in my mind. "Go home, the magpie has returned to its nest."

In the slow evening breeze, the family set foot on the way home. Good times have passed, but good feelings exist in our memory.

In recent days, the sunshine has been particularly fierce. Raise the national flag, and your hands can be black again. Now, after attending the main class in the afternoon, I have to leave school for the headquarters ahead of time, but the sun is too bright. I can't wait to ask Hou Yi to give this last sun a lesson. ...

In other words, the smell of grass in the sun reminds me of my childhood. The sunshine is so bright, accompanied by the smell of burnt grass. In that smell, there are me, grandparents, mung bean syrup in summer and chilled watermelon. What people miss is warm memories. Want to lie on the grass carefree, grandparents gently shook the cattail leaf fan, and we fell asleep together.

The smell of grass in the breeze, special fragrance. This fragrant smell can take me anywhere. Summer in Shenzhen is very long, and winter is always late. Trees are flourishing, and the smell of grass is not as good as the soft fragrance of all kinds of green trees and wild flowers. It accompanied the memory of my whole childhood, and the occasional gust of wind was enough to make people burst into tears in the familiar atmosphere.

The smell of night is the saddest. Because the sad mood will overflow, perhaps with the fragrance of Head & Shoulders, when we crossed to military training, the whole corridor was filled with the smell of shampoo. That girl has waist-length hair and a military green hat. She is very beautiful. On the grass after the rain, we were holding hands, watching the thin rain, joking and enjoying the purple sky. This dream is not real. The smell of rain also entered the memory.

Taste is a time machine. I've thought a lot. Too many memories are beautiful, but every taste is covered with a layer of sadness for me.

Because, I can't go back, I used to.

Time is high one composition 1 1 often moved by a song, with ups and downs in melody and melodious singing. Especially an old song, a song branded with the imprint of the times. Time has quietly brought us from the past to the present and will also bring us to the future.

When you hear those familiar songs, you can't help feeling nostalgic. That kind of mood is like seeing leaves falling from the sky at dusk in late autumn. Very pure beauty, but also somewhat sad and lonely!

Perhaps the feathers of the leaves have become a string of smart notes, so that sentimental people can smell the autumn of life and sigh the wonderful life!

That song is still so crisp and pure, as if a bird passes by on the horizon, a clear spring flows through my heart, and a mint-flavored breeze blows before my eyes. Let people's hearts be freed and make beautiful ripples.

Listening to a song is like reading a book and a story. Many times, I will be moved to tears for you by the story in the song, and my heart will be sour. Maybe this is called being there!

Listening to songs is like poetry, with beautiful artistic conception and rich feelings. The beautiful words flashing on the rhyme feet make people feel that it is a kind of enjoyment and comfort.

I found the past from the song, and I found the little boy who was humming nursery rhymes, swinging on the swing and barefoot when I was a child. The happiness in it is like reading a funny fairy tale. It's like a dream again Beautiful as smoke.

Inadvertently, the song stopped, but I accidentally lost the years, lost that touch, that pure memory. I want to get it back, so I want to use this flowing carrier to let these little notes float in my mind and let me find that innocent childhood again.

The flowers in spring, the wind in autumn, the sunset in winter, unforgettable childhood and melancholy youth are all integrated into this falling and elegant melody.

Singing in the rainy night sky is deeply intoxicating and worrying. This song is full of fragrance, it must have been soaked in wine, otherwise why is it so strong that people can't melt it!

Melody is floating in the room, just like time flowing away from my eyes and dancing in front of the window. Perhaps at this time, the breeze is dancing with a string of notes on the back of time with the most touching dance of the years.

At this time, I should also sing the most affectionate song for time! A time love song that affects years, tears and all moods!

Xia Feng blew in June, and I was lucky enough to hit this early summer rain.

Spring, it seems, has not shown its charm to the fullest, and has been upstaged by the impatient summer. I still remember when I was a child, I liked summer very much, because I could put on a light skirt, play downstairs with my friends on a night full of cicadas and stars, and run heartily, without feeling hot or tired, but when I got home, I would quickly gulp down a glass of cold water, and then I wanted to have another drink if I was not satisfied. Sometimes, I will compete with little girls to see whose skirt looks better when it rotates. Once you turn around, you can't stop. I just kept laughing and turning, and then stopped. I couldn't tell the difference between east and west, but I still wanted to laugh. ...

The heat of summer really can't make people feel at ease to do one thing, thanks to the unexpected arrival of summer rain. Listening to the crisp and sweet voice of summer rain makes my heart feel more peaceful. The noisy summer makes people who long for peace have nowhere to calm down. Maybe the temporary calm is just in front of the electric fan and in the air-conditioned room. It is time.

When it rains, I like to stay at home quietly, squatting at my desk, reading books and wearing shoes. When you are tired, you will look out of the window, watch the raindrops beating on the thin window, and listen to the sound of raindrops jumping between heaven and earth. At that time, I thought the world was wonderful. At that time, I thought this was the best time. At that time, my thoughts seemed to drift away with the rain, and I didn't know where they would drift.

I don't know how to describe the rain with my poor writing. Feel the breeze that comes with the summer rain, as if it is blowing from the misty sea, and my mood suddenly becomes clear. Perhaps, this summer rain should not be deposited in my pen, but in my heart.

_ _ _ _ _ written on June 1 day.

The speed of light is amazing, it is enough to circle the earth several times. And time goes by as fast as the speed of light.

Every day, although there are only 24 hours, people feel that there is plenty of time. When the last quarter of an hour struck, people realized that time was running out and began to regret it.

Time is the witness of history. Great changes have taken place since ancient times. But time will never change with the development of the earth, only witness everything!

Why do people regret that time passes too fast? The root cause is that people are wasting time. I felt that I had too much time, so I began to waste time. Song of Tomorrow is a typical example. It is a waste of time to always put things off until tomorrow.

Man is the carrier of history. When he is overloaded, it is his turn to be the next one. Time saw all this and wrote it into history. There was once a song that deeply touched me. This song is the father of "Chopsticks Brothers". This song not only infects me, but also infects many people who are wasting their time. Don't wait for tomorrow, please leave today's time.

How did time pass? Maybe it started when you were born, passed when you were playing, or when you were eating ... time passed in your daily life. That's because people are wasting time. This is because people don't live in the present, but always pin themselves on the future time. However, the future self is influenced by the present. I always want to put off doing something and always think I have enough time. Don't care about this time. It's just that I don't care about this time, and time has disappeared with the passage of time.

Time has been wasted, and there is not much left. Old people always complain about themselves. They are still wasting their time unconsciously when they get old. Because they are not living in the present, but in the next generation in the future.

Everyone's childhood toys are constantly changing, perhaps because of the novelty and fun of dolls, or because of the obsolescence and breakage of toys. Finally, with the growth of age, all toys are forgotten at the bottom of the box, but only one toy is something we can't get rid of from birth. This inseparable thing has only one simple word-time.

They say childhood is wonderful. It's true that we just met at that time, so many troubles haven't come to us yet. We have only a vague idea about him. Time stood on our shoulders with low eyebrows and closed eyes. Wearing a plain white gauze dress is soft and smooth, and it seems that she will never yell at us. Running carefree, we took mom and dad's hand and played with other lovely toys, while he stood by and smiled softly and silently at us. We treated this obedient little guy indifferently and acquiesced in his fatalistic forbearance.

When we were teenagers, our time was different and the same. Without exception, they set out to prove their worth and did many adventures that we lamented in the past and in the future: wandering in the sea of books, occasionally raising their eyes, he performed acrobatics on the hands of watches and clocks, shaking the bracket to make a reincarnation; Hidden in the dim light, he secretly held the jade hand of his admirer, while playing happily between his parents' hair and fingertips, abruptly changing roles to wrinkle the originally tight skin under his feet and playing with the originally black hair. We love the magic that time makes us grow, and hate the means that time makes us rush.

He put on a crested chardonnay to cover his eyebrows, and the red curtain was torn open, putting on an elusive drama. We are the audience and the parties, and we can obviously enjoy it, but after enjoying the wonderful, we will gradually face the ending of the song. What is the mood to express the polishing of time too much and not to grasp the present? Time keeps changing. When we were rich and handsome, one day we abandoned vagrancy and lost everything. No matter where time goes, we should follow him closely. When I was a child, he followed us closely; When we grow up, we will chase him forever.

If you can't have what you have anymore, the only thing you can do is not to lose it again. Don't care about eternity, just care about what you have today; Even if things change, we should cherish them. Beautiful and fleeting time, please don't go anywhere, my side will always be your hometown.

The night is dim, and the black reflection under the street lamp seems a little lonely. A person's pace, a person's thoughts, a person's sorrow, such as drinking water, knowing oneself well.

Time flies in a hurry. From graduation to now, my life has been spent in a lazy state. During the National Day, my father and I discussed my work. He wants me to find a simple job, step by step, instead of always doing nothing.

Every word he said and every suggestion he made were deeply remembered. Because I know that he is planning for my future, at least not mediocre.

With dreams, inner desires and parents' expectations, I accumulated fighting spirit and answered him firmly.

When I came to this strange environment, my firm belief dissipated and I was more uneasy. A person curled up in the room, looking at the dark clouds outside the window, feeling that the whole person is as dim as the drifting dark clouds.

Night arrival, in order to buy some personal toiletries, I had to go to the supermarket with my father. After choosing the right thing and paying the bill, my father didn't forget to consult the nearby recruitment for me, but in the end it was abandoned because of the large number of people.

At the corner, under the street lamp, my father walked in front of me, and I followed him, looking at the vicissitudes of the back, feeling a little depressed. Looking down at my reflection, I suddenly realized how failed I was.

When you go to school, choose beautiful fantasies. Now that the dream is broken, I understand the cruelty of society.

In this talented society, what is lacking is courage, not weakness. Maybe, the next second, you will be eliminated by your weakness.