Chu Er time composition

In daily study, work or life, when it comes to writing, everyone is certainly familiar with it. Writing needs a complete text structure, and it is necessary to avoid an endless composition. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is the composition of 10 Grade 2, which I compiled for you. Welcome to share.

The next day's composition 1 As the car goes on, the scenery on the roadside flashes by. With the extension of the road, it seems that the dance pavilions and singing platforms in the 5,000-year history are always blown away by the wind and rain. Finally, everything becomes a point. Hesitant hearts are like clouds in this gray sky. They don't want to follow the trend of junior high school, so they stop at the same place. Dirty cloth was spread in the sky, and occasionally some fragments fell, but it was very cold. The tired wind makes the tired people lean back in the dark chair, letting people come and go, and their thoughts are like a boat full of sadness pushed to the other side by the waves.

[Echo]: We arrived at Gong Tea Garden in the morning. The rain that was still raining just now stopped silently between heaven and earth. The wet fog is still in the dark sky. The clear wind swept the prosperity between Tasha quadrangles with quaint breath; With the elegant charm between land, water and vegetation passing through the ears. Follow your partner slowly up the ancient stairs. At this time, I saw the lights upstairs, with a blue sky overhead and a group of people next to me. I saw her back and she looked back. There are many people downstairs, and we are upstairs. I kept taking pictures-for the scenery and others, but I just laughed when I was invited to take a group photo.

Countless people took turns standing in front of this huge statue of Lu Yu to take pictures, while I took advantage of no one to leave a panoramic view of him and behind him. There was a lot of noise around and I saw his face. The heart fire ignited by excitement is extinguished bit by bit, and everything in the world seems to recede instantly. Under the sky, only Lu Yu and I were alone in the courtyard of Shuizhu, talking about the famous Jiangnan fragrant tea.

When I went downstairs with the crowd, my eyes stopped at the calligraphy on the stepped wall and I held out my finger, but I didn't touch it. I move in the air, it is like a flowing beach, repeating the echo of time that stopped abruptly hundreds of years ago.

[Physical Evidence]: Golden Nail

Set out after a small meal, no more strong carsickness, I know, it's coming soon. This is the third and last stop of this trip.

The line was fast and I was soon left behind. I stopped to rest in the mountains and rivers. In my eyes, heaven and earth pass by little by little, like the time wiped away by autumn rain, tossing and turning in history, flying away easily and never coming back.

There are various museums, astronomy, geography, history and specimens in the depths of Shan Ye. And my favorite is the man who put the tree fossils into Chen. I especially remember the Shenmu fossil called Scar. Later generations said it was skyfire? Is it lightning in summer? The traces of decision-making are so clear. "In my eyes, it's like a meteor that doesn't want to be alone in the long moonlit night. Strolling through the sky, I inadvertently glance at heaven and earth, but I don't know if this glance will be unforgettable. This is the definition given to it by later generations-on the existing basis.

See the rocks on the 29th floor from the first floor. Without warning, I remembered the eighteenth floor of hell. The deeper the purgatory, the heavier the sin. And the 29-story rock, each layer is the material evidence of a period of time, is the material evidence of an era. From generation to generation, crustal changes have left fault traces on it. Now I am standing here, standing in front of these physical evidences, and my heart has touched the world thousands of years ago. Are physical evidence of the existence of the world.

Yes, I can feel the rich fragrance of history from you. Read you carefully, such as reading history books, and its civilization will not be lost for thousands of years; Thinking of you is like looking back, but it will stay in my heart forever.

Are you blessed by God or forgotten by time? After many twists and turns, everything is changing, the world is changing, and the world is changing. The only constant is your clear and bright eyes and your eternal smile. ...

"Send an idea of communicating with the earth, send a tranquility that blends with flowing water, send a silence that talks with the bright moon, and send a warmth that seeks divinity with nature." I quietly recited the sentences in the book and turned to look out of the window. Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon, thousands of thoughts drifted to Changxing again. ...

Time is a gentle hand hidden in the darkness. Things go from one trance state to another.

She was my former receptionist, so excellent that I felt I could only look up. She is like a shining star in the vast sea of stars, always emitting light and heat, gorgeous light, burning my eyes. And I am a star in this Xinghai, but I am just a meteor, and I will also emit gorgeous and beautiful light, but all the good things are fleeting. ...

I did badly in a final exam. I sat alone on the table, my eyes silent and empty. She sat quietly in front of me, like a high Buddha statue. I looked up at her score carefully. "98, don't look." Her weak voice sounded. I can't help laughing at myself, hehe, I am the first in my class! What are you expecting? You can't compete if you can't. Genius is genius! Quietly took out his own test paper, 82 points. The tragic score is even more eye-catching under the highlight of red ink. Like a sword, it plunged into my heart, and I buried my head deeper.

Then she turned her head from the front and bit me: "Yo-ho! I'm sad because I didn't do well in the exam. It's good. I got 82 points. Not bad. You still compare with me? Give it up! Hehe. " My heart seems to have fallen into icehouse, and it is frozen inch by inch, with a wry smile on my mouth.

Just when I was about to give up on myself, suddenly a pen "flew" into my hand, and there was a note on the cover of the pen. Out of curiosity, I opened it and took a look. The moment I opened the note, I was shocked. Star-like lights flashed in the silent trees, and suddenly a white mist of light came over. The corners of my mouth, raised a smile.

In an instant, I understood her cynicism, her indifference and why her grades were so stable. She turned her head, and I raised my mouth and said to her, "Thank you!" The eyes are firm as never before, and we all show a knowing smile.

Later, she transferred to another school and didn't tell anyone in the class where she went. It was only on the last day she left the city that she found me. "Remember what I said to you on the note that day." "Very good." Without too many words, she left with the blessing of the whole class. ...

On the way here, only the breeze and the bright moon beat the shore, instead of drifting away, and we will meet again one day; Her name is clearly branded on my heart.

In the sand, there are seals; In the wind, there is a sound; In the light, there is a shadow. Time, stay or not? Is memory long or short? Is the water in the river new or old? How many times did each article cycle? She just took the clouds and waved her sleeves away, and I, with the memories she left me in midsummer, continued to live in this bustling city. That note is the only thing she left for the city. It says: There are no geniuses in this world, only hard-working idiots.

The second day time composition 3 chapter 1

"A figure flashed out from the door ..."

This is the first time Xun has seen him.

How can I put it? It's like a dream. Only when his mind flashed again did she know that this was indeed a fact. Diankai

"hey!" He said.

"hey!" She said.

There was no conversation after that.

chapter two

He is Xi, who transferred in the first half of the semester and in the second half.

When boys and girls come back here after the summer vacation, there will inevitably be endless topics to talk about. Mr. Liu is gone, just like a group of noisy sparrows. "Ka" seems that someone pulled the switch, and the classroom was silent. Xun looked up and saw a black figure flash by the door. He followed everyone's surprised eyes and walked to the only empty table with a shoulder bag on his back.

Xun smiled and said, "What a black crow!" With a black suit, it's really hard to look up-at this moment, Xun Cai found that he was so tall! Compared with clothes with rivets, this face is not smoked too much. It's just that the bangs are thick and cover most of the face. After a while, Mr. Wang came in and the discussion came to an abrupt end.

She knows that Xi is a misbehaving child. Actually, it's bigger than Xun, so it seems not good to call children. ) He cuts his favorite hairstyle and has a girlfriend almost once a week. He drinks, smokes and swears at will. He raced with others on the road like a car fan, but Xun didn't think it was bad in the bone marrow from the beginning. He's just rebellious.

Of course, these others don't know yet. These are just what the teacher told her. Teachers are very worried about whether such people will affect the classroom atmosphere-at least half a year later, the previous classroom atmosphere has improved. Of course the teacher wants to talk to Xun. Xun is the vice monitor of the class and a good girl in the teacher's heart, so he won't tell her. Who are you talking to?

The teacher certainly doesn't know that the seeds germinate in this seemingly intelligent body, but at least she knows when and what to do, so it's not so obvious. Teenagers? That's not rebellion?

chapter three

Reading class early, calmly, spent in the students' free eyes, smoked obviously not very serious, she always glanced back intentionally or unintentionally, and had already mixed well with the thunder next to her. Two people talking and laughing, and just a little different, Xihe brought a pair of thin black-rimmed glasses-really thin, probably to be cool. "hey!" Lin squeezed Xun next to him, and Xun gave her a hard stare before he took his eyes back from him. Smoked teeth, not ordinary pain!

"Ding-"reflexively walked to the corridor and told everyone, "What's the name of the new one? How cool! " "Hey, why do you think he is so tall!" "His bangs are so personal!" Of course, this is basically what girls say, but there is a feeling of envy and hatred in boys' eyes. She is the only one who knows him too well, and others know almost nothing. She doesn't want to talk about it, so it's meaningless. She likes listening to them tease each other. Xun watched. He looked at something else, as if he didn't hear it, as if he was used to it.

Unfinished, to be continued ~

As night fell, it became quiet around. Different from the dark and empty night outside, the classroom is brightly lit, with books, restless white walls and low heads. It is self-evident that evening self-study is boring, but let's find some interesting pictures.

The man by the window is a boy with excellent grades, but English has always been his heart disease. Look at his uncertain face and frown, and you will know that he is learning that deadly English again. The desk is full of grammar books, one next to the other, which makes him upset. He scratched his ear and calmed his cheeks for a few minutes. He seems to be giving up. He raised his eyes proudly, propped his chin on one arm and stared at the mural on the wall. He seems stunned.

Looking back, there sat a girl who was reading a book carefully. At the moment, she is busy looking through the dictionary, burying her head in the pile of books, staring at the matter at hand, shaking her head for a while, showing excitement for a while, and writing hard until her long hair hangs down to block her sight, and then gently pinning her hair behind her ear with her hand before continuing.

She is an active guy in the back row, acting strangely. When thinking, she always knocks on the table and breaks books. Which topic will be more energetic like this? She is staring at the ceiling with a sad face, dancing "waltz" with her feet under the table, pulling the eraser in her hand for a while, turning the pen for a while and mumbling something. I shook my head from time to time, looked around with wide eyes, and then stared at the door for a while, looking afraid that a monster would suddenly pop up under the door.

The two boys sitting in the last row are typical "noise sources" Every day, whether in class or in class, the corner can make sounds that you can think of or can't think of. But at the moment, they seem to be much quieter, with their heads together, quietly discussing something, shrugging their shoulders from time to time, or nodding their heads and laughing softly. As time went on, they raised their heads, stared at the clock hanging on the wall and gestured with their fingers. The decibel of their voices can't help but gradually increase: "ten, nine ... three, two, one". Just when I realized it, the bell rang and there was a long "zero-".

There are five 54 desks and chairs and 54 people. This is so similar to my primary school classroom that I can't help but think of my primary school days. It is so far away, but it is so happy.

I remember when we first met, when we left. Although I don't want to admit it, I have graduated from primary school and bid farewell to my childhood; Say goodbye to the primary school teacher who has made us love and fear for six years; Say goodbye to our favorite downstairs canteen; Farewell to the class where I once existed; Say goodbye to those 54 different people.

I remember. I am late occasionally. At that time, the road was a bit rotten, bumpy and sky blue. The sun came out early and lit up the whole road. The grass on the roadside is still very energetic. The gentle wind blows the grass comfortably, making the whole person warm in Yang Yang, but I can't understand it. Instead, I rushed to the school at an extremely fast speed and rushed to the pine trees not far from the school gate. I'm panting. It's quiet inside, and the sound of the needle falling seems to be audible. I hate to admit it, but I'm still late. After struggling for a few minutes, I came to the school gate alone, afraid to take the register handed over by my uncle at the school gate, and wrote my name trembling. I felt guilty when I walked into the classroom, but the teacher told me to get back to my seat as if nothing had happened. Teachers love silence, which is really hard to forget.

I remember. After school, because my parents don't have time to cook for me, I like to eat powder at the powder stand not far from the school gate. Grandma there is very kind, and the powder there is my favorite. I haven't forgotten that smell until now. That's the smell of childhood. When I got there that day, my kind grandmother smiled and said, "There is no chopped green onion at school so early, right?" Grandma already remembers me, including I don't like the habit of putting powder in chopped green onion. Knowing that I eat powder at noon, my grandmother always says that my parents won't care about me and always add more meat to my powder. Unforgettable grandma, she made my childhood warmer and more touching.

I think of many things, such as "June 1 Garden", "Spring outing" and "Sports Meeting". I think the graduating teachers are busy tutoring us in their spare time. I think, at the graduation meeting, everyone agreed to go back to his alma mater once a year ... a long time but a very short time. What about my teacher? How are my friends? It is said that the powder stand is gone. Where did grandma's powder stand move?

Goodbye, former primary school classmate. I will cherish my present middle school time, work hard and think hard.

Nothing can resist the devouring of time. Now, cherish the time that has not been taken away.

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In the early morning, the town was quietly shrouded in a mist. The misty town, like the long-lost underwater city Atlantis, is somewhat unpredictable. Standing at the window, watching the misty white fog, my thoughts were quietly taken away by time.

On the same morning, a ray of light came out from behind the mountain and spread all over the town, and a drop of dew fell crystal clear on the golden wheat awn. A teenager rode his bike through the quiet bluestone lane. Dark green weeds and spinning wheels on the roadside feel like a beautiful MV. However, the teenager didn't care, because there was a person who was very important to him in the hospital-his grandfather-who was filled with disinfectant.

The teenager with a messy brain is walking quickly to the hospital, and the bits and pieces with his grandfather are constantly emerging: Grandpa is a blacksmith and makes some ironware every day. What the teenager likes most every day is to help pull the bellows while his grandfather is working, watching pieces of golden iron turn into various shapes in his dexterous hands; Sitting in the Woods in front of my house every night, watching the stars with my grandfather and listening to his stories; Treasure hunting with grandpa in an abandoned house ... The time when he lived with grandpa was the happiest time in his memory. But now ...

Thinking of this, the boy quickened his pace. In the distance, the outline of the hospital has gradually become clear. But it's too late. Grandpa had gone to another world by train before he arrived.

I still remember that in the blacksmith's shop, grandpa taught him to be as strong and brave as iron; I still remember that in that forest, grandpa taught him to have personality like a tree and survive tenaciously; I still remember that in that abandoned room, grandpa taught him to be patient like a spider, waiting for the final victory ... because of various trivial matters, he hasn't seen grandpa for half a year, but who ever thought this was farewell?

Thought of here, I took back my thoughts and rubbed my eyes that had been unconsciously blurred. The mist in the morning has dissipated, and the mysterious town has revealed its true colors-a town that has been changed by time and lost its charm.

Time has changed everything: grandpa's blacksmith's shop, dense Woods, wide and narrow streets, and my favorite grandpa. But these things taken away by time have taught me to cherish what I have now: parents, classmates, environment ... what I have lost again and again is to cherish more.

Never wait until what you cherish is taken away by time to learn to cherish.

Time is like an unstoppable hourglass, neither fast nor slow, but its clock will not stop until the sand leaks out. Just like us, we, who symbolize the sun at seven or eight o'clock in the eyes of adults, are young and frivolous, but we have never noticed the existence of that drop.

She is such a girl around me. We have known each other for a long time. Today, maybe I understand that I treat friendship in such a selfish way. When we were in the same class, I especially liked to ask her if she was her best friend, knowing that she didn't like making these decisions, but I still liked to ask every time. Maybe, maybe not. These answers are certainly not that important to me now. Everything is so important in the eyes of this child whose words and deeds are childish. Now that I think about it, the jar full of friendship was originally accumulated one by one.

But when I first came, it seemed that everything was different. Although we were not in the same class in grade five or six, we were next door. Once she and her friends are unhappy, I can help her and enlighten her. But now we are separated by a building, not to mention not seeing each other every day, but only once or twice a semester. Inadvertently, we have alienated a lot. Until today, we have opened all the knots. Hiding from each other? Nothing matters to us. It is important to have someone who can tell her everything without scruple. What matters is the people who work together. On this day, we reached an agreement that took a long time to complete. Let's work together, get into a high school and try to get into a class. This road may be hard or long, but it's all for each other.

This year, I thought we couldn't go back. Each of us has changed a lot, even a little strange, but time is not old but dusty. When we pick it up again, it will be a never-ending friendship.

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Time always flies, always trivial. Only by making good use of them can we have a little space of our own in our busy life and feel the beauty of life with our heart.

Enjoy trivial time, and you can feel the pleasure of reading. Taste reading can make you relax, swim in the sea of books, see the world, learn knowledge, let yourself go and cultivate yourself. You can immerse yourself in a world of your own, without the noise of the market, the interference of others and the traffic, so that you can feel your heart in this little book.

Enjoy trivial time, you can go out and have a look. There is a good saying: "The world is so big, I want to see it. Travel and feel the beauty of mountains and rivers; Travel and feel the beauty of civilization; Travel and feel the beauty of the world. Indulge in the landscape, you can feel the heroism and mind of ancient literati, you can feel the rare relaxation and happiness in life, and you can also appreciate the beauty of the world. Go to the natural landscape, you can appreciate the greatness of nature; Go to the civilized ancient city, you can appreciate the rise and fall of history; When you go abroad, you can appreciate the humanistic beauty of other countries.

Enjoy trivial time and cultivate hobbies, such as piano, painting, street dance, football, etc. These are optional. When learning them, I am also tempering my will-my patience and self-confidence. While raising them, you are isolated from the world, time will pass quickly, and you may forget to eat and sleep. When playing the piano, you can indulge in music. When painting, you can get the joy and sense of accomplishment after completion. When you play ball, you can sweat profusely on the court and forget everything unpleasant.

Enjoy trivial time and study. As the saying goes, "play while learning, play while learning". If learning is an interesting thing, you can stop being bored and time will pass quickly and happily. The most important thing is that you can learn a lot of knowledge to enrich your life. When you study in a quiet room, you will appreciate the interest and philosophy of life. Let you enjoy life and time.

Enjoy trivial time, and life will be less boring and boring. It will be full of fun and make your life more meaningful. In this colorful era, I hope you enjoy your trivial time!

My favorite bike time is on my way to school. I was very happy before riding a bike, but I was half asleep and half awake. However, the street trees along the way have made my half-asleep spirit better and made me look forward to my daily school life.

I like waiting for the traffic lights to cross the road for a short time, looking at the towering blackboard trees in the opposite Da 'an Forest Park, and looking at the two rows of beautiful colorful flowers at the park gate. Every time I cross the street, I look at the trees in the park from different angles. I never thought it would be as beautiful as mountains and rivers! Every time I go to school, I always look at this park. Whether it is sunny or rainy, I will feel different customs. Sometimes I will meet my former classmates in primary school, and then we will watch the beautiful scenery of the park together.

During this period of cycling, I will think, what classes will I take in the future, and will there be a pop quiz? How can I review for the exam ... In the process of thinking, I hope I won't be damaged by the magic advertising car, and I can enjoy a short time quietly without being disturbed.

Around our life, there are many beautiful things that you can't find at ordinary times, because there is no quiet heart to feel this beautiful world. I think everyone should know how to enjoy life. I hope I can experience a beautiful world in this short riding time.

10 Some people boil time into golden branches and jade leaves, some people boil time into high walls and iron bars, and some people boil time into a ten-year cold window. On the other hand, my mother boiled time into ivy and beat me with it every night.

I just rummaged through my mother's old boxes when I was idle. This is a box that has been dusty for many years. The box is covered with a thick layer of dust, and each dust seems to tell a story.

Open the box gently, and you will see the neatly arranged letters and diaries whose covers have been dyed yellow by time, but the most conspicuous one is the long ivy. Looking at the patched ivy, the past came to mind.

What is beating red in the sky is an afternoon sunset, and a gorgeous rainbow crosses the sky. This is exactly "red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, who is dancing the color training in the sky?" .

"One, two, three, one, two, three ..." The laughter of my friends outside the window made me "concerned". Summer is a beautiful season, and catching crickets and crabs is a topic that children talk about. I was forced to write big characters at home, and my mother stood by like a prison guard with ivy and stared at my every move.

I asked cautiously, "Mom, can you go down and play for a while?" Out of awe of the ivy in my mother's hand, I'm afraid that my voice is too small for mosquitoes to hear. But my mother quickly reacted and said, "Look at you, you don't study hard. People are writing outside and only know how to play." How can I become a useful person to society in the future? "Well, I have to bury myself in a book.

This incident is like a microcosm of the past in the study journey. For a while, I couldn't understand why I was like a caged bird while others were having fun. Now, the diary full of time memories has solved my doubts.

"Son, you are not born to be what kind of person. Anyone should make unremitting efforts to realize his dream. Only by working hard can we reap the spring of life. Mom will give you time to cook ivy so that it can always urge you to move forward. " The diary is written like this.

Now I understand that my mother boiled time into ivy, answered questions one by one, accompanied me on trips again and again, and poured out a little heart. It is this day and night care that makes me have fuller wings and become an eagle that can fly high. That kind of tireless teaching and companionship is not bound for no reason, but full of a mother's deepest love for her children.

Thanks to my mother's ivy, I will cook ivy for my children in the future.