Junior two composition

In study, work or life, everyone is familiar with writing. Writing is a verbal activity in which people express their thoughts in written form. I believe many friends are very upset about writing. The following is the composition of 10 Grade 2 for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

As we grow older, our minds become more and more mature. But in the process of becoming mature. We are going through adolescence. And during this period, we will also have a lot of restlessness and some rebellious psychology. There will be great psychological differences with family members. But in the future, I won't have such a situation again. Mom, I won't quarrel with you again.

A week before the start of winter vacation, I want to have a different mentality with my mother and want to be "rebellious". My mother also saw that something was wrong with me and yelled at me. I refused, so I quarreled with my mother. That night, she gave me a sentence. No matter who advised me, I cried and quarreled with my mother. I cried very sadly. My mother left me alone after that night! Losing communication with my mother is like losing a day, and life is gloomy. I can't face everything in a good mood Am I going to go on like this?

I really can't stand living without my mother. I see, no matter what my mother does, she does it for my own good, which shows that her mother cares about her children. I got up the courage to find my mother and said, "Mom, I'm sorry, please forgive my previous behavior." My mother didn't say anything, but silently invited me to dinner. In fact, my mother has never been angry, but I admit my mistake. My mother just wants me to go through this growing process and give me a growing process, which is also the embodiment of maternal love. From now on, I will never quarrel with you again!

This is growth, this is care, this is a test. If you really know and get the truth from it, you won't keep talking about it like a child. Mom, I understand your way. I won't quarrel with you again. I also believe that after this experience, our feelings will be more secure and firmly fixed together.

I know some people like fresh and elegant jasmine, some people like lotus flowers stained with mud, some people like tenacious pine trees, some people like tall and straight bamboo, but I like tenacious grass best.

At that time, before the cold of winter passed, the grass emerged from the soil, shaking its small yellow-green horns and looking at this deja vu world. It breathes the fresh breath sweetly, and in a few days, it will grow long green buds, as if dancing in the spring breeze. Whether on fertile land or dry back, it is full of vigor and vitality, embellishing this colorful and beautiful world with its own little green. Seeing this opportunity, a feeling of admiration arises spontaneously.

Summer came one after another, the sun was shining, the green leaves bowed their heads, the birds stopped singing, and only the grass kept struggling and refused to lower its stubborn head.

When the storm comes, it is the biggest disaster for flowers, trees and Ye Er. Some of them will be bent by the wind, their waists will be broken by the wind, and they will be buried directly in the rain without giving any chance to smile. Some of them will be lost by the heavy rain involved in the storm. But only the grass is strong and unyielding, not afraid of difficulties, never giving up, never leaving the embrace of mother earth, and persevering in its place, even if it is stormy.

Even in the harsh environment, I can still thrive. In contrast, personally, in such a good environment, I will complain about too much homework from time to time. Compared with the grass, I found myself very small and really ashamed. Because in the grass, I can learn to study hard, work hard and persevere, and make my life as beautiful as summer flowers and as tenacious as grass.

In a blink of an eye, winter is coming, and some people will say, "The grass is dying." But I know that the tenacious grass will definitely not be knocked down like this, because next spring, the grass will definitely drill out some tough land and show a lovely smile.

Grass will turn into hay in winter and burn itself to keep people warm. Even if you sacrifice, don't forget to warm your heart. I was really moved by its spirit.

I like grass. In fact, I prefer the indomitable spirit of grass. The spirit of not being overwhelmed by the surrounding environment has been infecting me.

Never forget the spirit of grass.

Grandma, you brought me up when I was a child. You love me very much and cook me good food every day. Needless to say, your fried bread, your jiaozi and your Huimian Noodles will never be forgotten, just because of your fried pancakes.

I still remember when I was a child, I made a mistake. My father tried to hit me, but you always protected me from my father.

I still remember that I was hospitalized with a fever. You came to see me on crutches.

I still remember your kind smiling face.

I still remember. ......

I'm growing up, your health is getting worse and worse, and your legs and feet are getting worse and worse.

When I was in the sixth grade, you were seriously ill and lying in the hospital. Although I can't visit you often, I still miss you very much. One day, I remember it was a Thursday. In the evening, my mother said to me, "Go and see grandma tomorrow morning!" " "The next morning, when I went to see you, you could still talk to me. I went to school after seeing you. When I came back from school at noon, my grandmother said, "Your parents went out for something. Eat at my house at noon! " "As a result, mom and dad didn't come back one night. ......

Since my grandmother died, I have often dreamed about her in my dreams. Grandma, I miss you so much! In my dream, there are your tottering figure, your white hair, your kind smiling face, your concerned eyes, your loving touch and your ... grandma, I will always remember your concern for me.

Grandma, I dreamed of you again!

Rain, angel's tears, with a calm heart, fell into the lake.

In your eyes and mine, layers of ripples are rippling, and these colorful seasons are interpreted. ...

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Smell the fragrance of spring rain.

One night in early spring, I fell asleep clinically, and let the drizzle drift quietly into your dream. When I open the window in the morning, I see a picture more beautiful than a dream. Thin rain threads are woven obliquely and densely, like yarn spun by silver thread, falling gently from the sky. Mother Earth opened her sleepy eyes and looked at everything in the rain with loving eyes. Curled wicker danced, green grass trembled slightly, and sucked the sweet rain and dew. A little new green turns into a bright color in the misty rain and fog, which is delicate and flowing. Take a deep breath, there is a hint of coolness in the humid air. Mixed with faint grass fragrance, the bustling sweetness is refreshing. Do you smell the fragrance of spring rain in the air? That is the fragrance of life.

Look, Yu Xia's arm.

On a hot summer afternoon, a flash of lightning ripped through the gray sky, and the rumbling thunder rolled overhead and exploded violently. The raindrops the size of beans fell with a bang, splashing gray-yellow dust on the ground, and suddenly they were as dense as curtains. In an instant, the rain merged into a stream, and then the rain rushed down like a torrent. The willows beside the road are swaying in the rainstorm, and the long branches are dancing wildly, but the grass still stands proudly and grows sturdily in the storm. All this is now in sight, with such awesome power. Do you see the intensity of summer rain in the dark sky? That is the arm of youth.

Listen, Yu Qiu complained in a low voice.

On an autumn evening, the sky put away the sunshine that was no longer warm, and the moisture gradually filled the dry sky. The earth suddenly changed color, and the autumn rain approached with slow steps, like water drops and freezing points, falling in strings. Occasionally naughty raindrops whirl in the blue sky with a slight wind, and finally they are tired and tired, gently falling on ponds and streams, on the roadside and infiltrating into the soil. The leaves with scattered branches and leaves can no longer catch the passage of life. After rotating several times in the gray sky, they gently fall to the ground and look up at the rain sprinkled on themselves. However, the fallen leaves have no regrets, because that branch once produced rich fruits. Just like autumn rain, I have no complaints. I just want to moisten the soil and give birth to life in the coming year. Listening attentively, the rustling sound seems to tell people the meaning of life. Do you hear the sound of autumn rain in the rustling wind? This is a speech about dedication.

The air filtered by spring rain is the purest. Did you get a look at him? The little girls are planting saplings in the soil with a pair of tender hands.

The sky washed by summer rain is the clearest. Did you see those boys screaming with football on the court again?

The soil soaked by autumn rain is the most fertile. Did you see the old couple helping each other across the street in the sunset?

Some people may say that the spring rain is too weak, but I say that you can't touch its inner positive power; Some people may say that Yu Xia is too arrogant, but I say that you can't see its inner fire. Some people may say that autumn rain is too bleak, but I say that its selflessness and dedication to life are beyond your comprehension.

Fall in love with the rain, no matter which season, smell, see and listen; Cherish this rain, whether it is yesterday, today or tomorrow ... I hold a drop of water in my hand and see its crystal-clear body reflecting the brilliant sunshine after the rain, in my eyes, in my heart, reflecting the agility of life. ...

The crow of the rooster woke me up from my dream. Dew, flowers and wind all smell of the morning. Yes, it's time for me to take a boat to meet my friends again.

On a wooden boat, my figure was deeply reflected in the clear river. This never-ending river is the first friend I visited. Ah, Grandpa He, you are an elder who will always be young. The gurgling water flows quietly, unlike you. When I meet rock brothers, I always like to pay tribute and say hello, and I don't forget to dance a beautiful ballet in front of them. After the dance, continue to show off in an ostentatious manner. At this time, you are really a passionate young man, no matter what. When I meet Brother Cao, I always bully the big with the small, running around him impudently, especially bullying the vulnerable groups. You are tired of playing and leave with a smile ... time flies, but you are still so cute and never old!

Take a boat and continue walking in the water. The flowers across the river are my second friend to visit. Look, how bright they are! The original delicate petals are now beautiful, which is the full bloom of life! Every flower has a different posture: look! There is a kind of flower that blooms the most, and it blooms in the middle. This is a unique performance! Some dance with graceful posture and sway with the wind: some hide in the grass, like shy little fairies; Some stick their heads out and tell fairy tales about spring ... They are colorful: some are as red as fire, some are as pink as Chardonnay, and some are as white as snow ... I am also intoxicated by this beautiful dance and fragrant flowers.

I lay on the boat and looked up at the sky. That cloud is my best friend. When I was a child, I ran on the grass and it looked at me in the sky. Clouds and clouds, your white body is a sheep and a marshmallow, and you grew up with me. Now, I am floating on the water and you are floating in the sky. Today, you gave me a beautiful feather ...

Oh, lovely fish, you are spitting bubbles. Are you welcoming me? Oh, green grass, will you stick out your pointed head to accompany me? Oh, flying butterfly, did you invite me to enjoy your beautiful dance today? Oh, everything by the river, you are great!

In the bright moonlight, there is a figure who is not lonely. Goodbye, dear friends. I will continue to go home by boat. ...

I'm looking forward to it. Finally, autumn has finally come!

She came with harvest and maturity, and walked lightly. She jumped over mountains, flew over rivers, and walked all the way. She can't wait to bring people the joy of harvest and mature happiness, and bring laughter and joy to the earth.

I like autumn-

I like the fresh, cool and warm autumn wind. It gently soothes the heat, slowly dries the sweat on people's faces and blows away the impetuousness and anxiety in people's hearts. ...

I prefer the autumn wind in the forest. On the tree, those fruits, large and small, are all ripe and full of fruit fragrance, but the thick fragrance is refreshing and intriguing against the leaves.

I like autumn-

Like the continuous autumn rain. It is it that quietly tells people the news that the grain is ripe; It is it that gently puts beautiful new clothes on the maple tree; That's it, slowly opening the beautiful skirt of chrysanthemum. Grain shouted in the wind and rain: We are mature, come and harvest us! Maple trees put on new clothes in the wind and rain, showing fiery beauty in the swaying; Chrysanthemums are spinning in the wind and rain, and skirts are flying, which is beautiful and dazzling. ...

I love the autumn rain in that pavilion more. Although the rain here is not as cheerful as outside the museum, you can see things that you can't see outside. The rain dripped down the beams bit by bit, glittering and translucent. At this time, I always feel that rain is colored, not mature red, but green.

I like autumn-

I like the smiling face in autumn. I love the simple and honest smiling face of the farmer's uncle in the harvest season; I love to hear the smiling face of the blind old man when the wind blows the leaves; I like the little girl's angelic smile jumping in the chrysanthemum. ...

Whenever autumn comes, people will be very happy. Watching the cold-tolerant flowers open and the leaves turn red will show their long-standing smiles. At this time, it is the most beautiful season among the four seasons, and it is also the most beautiful moment for people!

I love autumn, and I love this beautiful and charming season!

Sometimes, a casual smile can change a person's life.

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Smile, succeed

That's a beggar,

He sat in rags at the entrance of the railway station. He is still very young. He doesn't want to be a beggar, but he seems to have no choice.

From the countryside, he wants to travel in the city, but without exception, he is looked down upon and even reviled. In desperation, he had to become a beggar. Although he was unwilling, the indifferent expression and contemptuous expression of the giver erased his last self-esteem and self-confidence.

Suddenly, the sound of coins falling reminded him of his thoughts. He looked up and froze.

A little girl is giving him a big smile. This is his first smile since he came to this city, and it is also the purest and most beautiful smile he has ever seen. Like an angel without a trace of human fireworks. At that moment, something seemed to wake up quietly in his silent heart. He couldn't help clenching his fist.

A few years later, the beggar became the boss of a well-known enterprise.

Smile, friendship

He sat in the bar and kept drinking.

He is a businessman, or rather, a bankrupt businessman. Because his most trusted friend cheated him, took his property and disappeared.

He vowed to get back at everyone, and he vowed never to believe in friendship again. He looked around the bar blankly, just in time, another man looked at him and smiled at him.

In the confused light and noisy crowd, this extremely pale smile seems to have crossed a thousand years' distance and hit his heart. Like a beam of sunshine melted his cold heart. He suddenly realized that the world didn't seem as dark as he thought. So, he couldn't help laughing.

A few years later, the man had many sincere friends.

Sometimes, a casual smile can change a person's life.

This was originally a trivial matter, but later it became more and more annoying.

That was last year, and another residential area was to be built next to it. The construction workers there seem to work day and night, which is very chaotic.

There is no noise before the house is built. Every night, I can always hear the wonderful piano sound in the opposite building, which is very beautiful. Any "Cannon" and "Bluestone Lane" are excellent.

But since I had that construction company, I have never stopped from morning till night. Every morning, I get up inexplicably with the roar of the machine over there, which makes the thief feel uncomfortable. In the evening, there was a "rumbling" sound again. Our family couldn't calm down, so we had to sleep with our heads up. The beautiful piano sound disappeared and became the "squeak-squeak-"sound of an electric ladder.

Father called them many times, but they all stopped, but they started again soon. It happens every night. You said it's okay for adults to stay up for a while, but like my brother, who was only born a few months ago, it's unreasonable to always stay up late, so we have been very angry.

Until one day, grandma on the second floor came to see us (because she only knew that my parents and her son were studying abroad): "Do you feel very chaotic every night?" "Hmm" "There are too many people over there, working all night!" "Otherwise, let's talk to the property and let them tell those people?" "Well, I just want to tell you, let's go!" So I changed clothes with my father and went to find a property.

It was not until the next morning that I heard the roar of the machine, "Comfortable! The noise is gone! " But they continue to work at noon, which is no problem. In the evening, the wonderful "Qingshi Lane" is back!

Why make noise? Sometimes it's for communication, sometimes it's for comfort, and sometimes it's okay to make a little noise for business, but I just hope it's not too much, right? ...

Open the book "Stars in Spring Water" and find that it is not only maternal love and innocence, but also profound philosophy. When I saw the poems written by young people, I couldn't help being deeply moved. Poetry is short and pithy, inspiring; Give me endless aftertaste and ideological enlightenment.

"Young man! For the memory of the future, carefully draw your current picture. " This poem is easy to understand at first reading. The author warns us to grasp the present, study hard, and remember when we are white-haired in the future, so that we can have a proud memory of not regretting wasting our time and not being ashamed of doing nothing. Carefully depicted ... "Young man! Believe in yourself! Only you are real, only you can create yourself. " Only by being your own master, believing in yourself, overcoming yourself and surpassing yourself, will this life be wonderful. If you run in the middle of the road, you can only see a colorful life like a mouse. Don't mind others, just be yourself, maybe others will speak ill of you behind your back, so what? Take out your truest self and look at the world. The world is bright ... "Young man! Just looking back? The world cannot stop moving forward. " Are you self-righteous and arrogant after getting good grades? You are wrong. The world is constantly improving, and there are still many talents rushing forward. If you are immersed in that "review" all day, you may have been left far behind. Seize the time, keep moving forward and keep up with the pace of progress. "Young man! Take care of the description, time is turning pages, please write! " Every day is a page, and we cherish the book to write our own life poems. Time is gone forever, so we should seize the time, make progress diligently and seize the day. Maybe when you come to the end of your life and look at the endless collection of poems, you will find that my life is so wonderful and blooming so brilliantly! Although we are only teenagers now, I believe that in the near future, there will be waves of young people struggling to create their own future. ...

10 There is a sweater neatly in the closet. Its style is old, its color is gray, and it is offline in some places. It looks unremarkable, but in my opinion, it is the most beautiful and warmest sweater in the world.

One winter, I went back to my grandmother's house for the winter vacation. Grandma is a very capable old man, dressed simply and with a lot of silver in her hair, but she still combs her hair neatly and feels very young. Maybe older people are afraid of the cold, so she wears thick clothes in winter. When I came back, she looked me up and down with a happy face, and then said to me with a reproachful face, "Why didn't your mother dress you thicker?" What should I do if I wear so little and freeze? "I told her it wasn't cold, but she didn't believe me. She said she would knit me a sweater.

At first, I thought grandma was just talking, but the next morning I saw grandma sitting on the sofa knitting a sweater with a pile of wool. A sweater needle goes through the wool and stirs it. Her flying hands are like elves flying in the air. Although it is winter, grandma still has a thin layer of sweat on her head. When she saw me looking at her, she waved me over and asked me if I liked this look and if the color was good.

Winter is chilly, but I feel a warm current gushing out from the bottom of my heart, which makes me feel a kind of warmth that I have never felt before, like sunshine hitting my body, warm and harmonious. Tears fall as soon as the tip of the nose is sour.

Looking at grandma's serious expression, slightly hunched back, wrinkles on her forehead, silver thread on her head and withered old hands, I suddenly realized the touch of "the thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward boy's body" Although the protagonist is grandma, this love is the same.

When I turned to this sweater again, memories of the past came back to me, and the warmth and touch brought by my grandmother reappeared. Outside the window, birds are singing in the trees, people are coming and going downstairs, and a ray of sunshine hits the sweater through the window, scattering fine spots and reflecting a warmth.