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The composition about turning around 1 Cold raindrops keep falling, and it is even colder with the biting wind. However, one foot suddenly retreated and stepped heavily on the ground, breaking the silence and turning slowly and firmly in the rain. ...

The test paper on the desk was wet by a few drops of rain coming in from the window. Some raindrops jump on the windowsill, and some jump directly in. But at this time, I don't mean anything about windows at all. Staring at the "73" on the test paper on the table, my heart is full of surprises and sadness, but more afraid, afraid of being laughed at by my classmates, afraid of being scolded by my parents, as if I were a thief. I stole a look at the side and immediately saw the triumphant appearance of my deskmate. I quickly put away the test paper and stuffed it into my schoolbag for fear of being seen by others.

In such an awkward atmosphere, I survived school. But this day, I took care of my schoolbag for a long time. The cold rain outside the window is still falling, and my packed schoolbag is lying quietly on the table, but I have no intention of going back. Holding a test paper, I want to take it away for a while and stay at school for a while. Finally, the test paper was quietly abandoned by me in the drawer.

Walking out of the school gate, the rain gradually subsided, but it was still cold. I didn't open an umbrella either. Cold rain swept across my face and slowly penetrated into my heart, but it was still cold. I walked, but I slowed down and sometimes even stopped. "Do you want to go back and get it?" The struggle in my heart never stops.

Feeling the cold rain, I slowly calmed down and stopped unconsciously. Occasionally, a few biting winds make my expression firm. Lift your feet, turn around, "Bang!" Suddenly there was a firm footstep. I turned around, looked up at the direction of the school, took my steps to get the test paper I left in the drawer, and picked up the lost heart. ...

Turning around requires more than just steps. The turn of thought needs a firm heart. Perhaps lost, lost, lost again, but once you turn your mind, you can always find your lost firmness and belief. ...

Composition about turning around II. The sunshine in September can still shine into your eyes.

Stare at the sun for a while, and there will still be a rotating bright white circle in front of your eyes.

Walking in the street, you can also see many classmates who used to be together, including Xinsan English and painting classes, everywhere. I once laughed and cried together, ran across the street to buy baked sweet potatoes and read novels together. But now I see them, but I can't remember their names anymore. Close your eyes, and you will never remember their faces as clearly as before.

It's been too long.

So I won't wave to greet them, so as not to cause wordless embarrassment.

So I can only smile at their backs after they turn around in doubt.

From then on, everyone was just passers-by.

Turn around. Carry your bags and walk your own life. Although the front is rugged and dark, the line of sight can only draw a full stop on the distant gray building, but there is always a way.

It sounds lonely and desolate.

As time goes on, everything seems to have changed.

I've been thinking about what will happen to me if we really don't get together after three years. Until now, I haven't assumed a suitable and appropriate situation for myself.

Is it sad to hold their hands and say "I will always remember you"?

Is it crying all over your face, and then being patted on the shoulder to comfort you?

Or fill in the classmate record and never think about what we have experienced together, which doesn't matter?

Maybe you really have to go through separation to feel the real pain. I hope this parting can come later, later. A little later.

Turn around and it will be thousands of years later.

It is still raining outside. Calm down, you can hear the rain, whether it is cheerful, sad, lively or lonely. You don't understand, just as you can't guess a person's heart, of course you can't guess the mood of rain. It is ticking. Is it a complaint? Want the world to listen to your inner voice? Why bother! Let's see hysterical noisy couples running and shouting in the rain. Your ticking is just the catharsis of others' feelings, which has no meaning, so rain is still suitable to be a quiet listener and listen to some sleepless hearts on lonely nights.

Rain, listen to me. My sister told me that she wanted to wander. I asked, is it emotional trauma? Is it a career blow? Or a setback in life? Why else would you think that? She said neither, right! There are too many reasons, maybe just want to see the outside world, maybe just want to have a turn, so please tell me where you come from. Turning is the most chic and difficult action in the world, and a slight pause will expose your heart. It's not easy to turn around luxuriantly and forget the splendor before turning around.

Rain, listen to me, the day has passed like this. The past is the end, and the end must be classified and managed. Some past events are only suitable for being locked in drawers. The entanglement of the past is cruel to oneself and troublesome to others. So, please tell those people where you fell, some of the past should be thrown away! Not because it is not beautiful, but because it will be good for everyone if it is thrown away!

Everyone has a lot to bury in the past, and everyone has had to turn around and leave. In fact, many times I am torturing myself. Think of it this way: I only have such a short life, friends who make friends with my heart, parents who protect me with my life, so many passers-by on the road of life, not to mention the emotional episode that passed by side by side, so I must clean up regularly, let go of myself and others!

Composition about turning around 4 A turn around, a word, a love.

At the intersection where the traffic lights are flashing, most of what happens is sadness, but there are also many hearts flashing in the sky.

On this day, the sun still hasn't overcome the bad weather, but it can still smell a faint fragrance, which is the fresh smell of rain. In this bustling but warm town, umbrellas have become people's shelter tools, and umbrellas are colorful. If you look down, it will be a beautiful scenery!

I walked alone on the road, jumping into the water from time to time, jumping happily, and the leaves under my feet were waiting for new life. Suddenly, at the traffic lights, a middle-aged uncle stopped me: "Little girl!" " I turned around and he came to me quickly.

"I want to ask, how to get to the experimental middle school?" He said, I looked up at his serious face and didn't speak, for fear that he would kidnap me. Fear made me want to run away quickly, but I was embarrassed to turn my head and leave. Finally, I finally got up the courage to tell the uncle the specific route. I subconsciously wanted to run away, but that uncle stopped me again. I turned around again and saw his kind face. He said, "Thank you!" "My frightened heart gradually relaxed. I smiled and left this warm place.

I skipped away, and the reflection in the water let me know that the branches on my head were expecting a turn when the leaves left, but it was also an unlikely hope. The rain gradually subsided, and the cool breeze after the rain made me seem to have entered the forest. I passed the traffic lights again, and there was still a warm breath there.

Sometimes a turn, a word, will let love stay in that beautiful place.

It is indisputable that turning around is as good as water and beneficial to all things. Water is the unity of rigidity and flexibility. The rope saws wood, but water drops stones. No matter how hard the stone is, it can't stand the impact of day and night water drops. However, after crossing the mountain, the water will turn around, make a detour and go further in the constant turn.

In the era of knowledge economy, Bill Gates, as the head of Microsoft, dropped out of Harvard in his early years, switched to business, founded Microsoft and gradually became the richest man in the world. When he was sitting on the mountain of wealth, he suddenly turned and retired to the background and devoted himself to charity. Bill Gates made two gorgeous turns and pushed himself to the peak of his life, which made countless people admire and dump him.

Turning around is not to escape, not to retreat, but to continue the glory and recreate the miracle.

"Prince of gymnastics" Li Ning is the first person in sports in China. After finishing his sports career, he turned to set foot in business. From retired athletes to successful commercial superstars, he has made unimaginable efforts and sweat. However, the most important thing is that he rediscovered the passion and meaning of life. An extraordinary turn, an indomitable transformation, let Li Ning shine again today.

However, we should also turn around carefully and never take the road of fallacy.

Isaac newton, a scientific giant, made great achievements in his early years, which is amazing. In his later years, he tried to prove the existence of God, but after half an effort, he found nothing. This wrong turn left him endless regrets and sighs on the road of science. Stephen Hawking, the author of A Brief History of Time-From the Big Bang to the Black Hole, fell into endless scandals after his success. What I heard was no longer his scientific discoveries, but tidbits. Similar to Newton, his turn was undoubtedly wrong and unwise.

Because of turning around, many people have successfully reached the summit on the road of life and enjoyed a colorful life.

Because of turning around, many people turn sharply and fall into the abyss, giving birth to endless sighs.

To this end, we should grasp every turning point, make the right choice, and add a lot of color to our lives.

When I turned around, the moving figure disappeared. In the vast sea of people, it is impossible to meet him again, even in a hurry.

I often feel this way in cities, squares, stations, streets, supermarkets, villages and places where people gather. When I turn around, I say goodbye.

That time I was waiting for the bus at the station. In the crowd, I accidentally stepped on a young man on the right. I was about to apologize or accept the blame, but I saw money's face turn around. He said, "Sorry, I'm in your way." I'm really touched. I only appreciated this kind and cultured face and Jiangnan expression, but forgot to say thank you to him and tell him my most sincere feelings. It suddenly occurred to me that I was about to open my mouth to express my confession when the crowd suddenly poured in. I couldn't find him when I turned around, only to see the crowds and all kinds of clothes shining.

Turning around, the river outside the window has disappeared; Turning around, the bird in front of the door disappeared; Turning around, the Hongqiao in the sky has quietly disappeared; Turning around, the fish in the water has sunk into the abyss; When I turned around, my father had already gone away. On the grave of the new base, the grass in the grave is green. ...

The rising sun turned into sunset, hair turned into white hair, love turned into marriage, poetry turned into prose, sheep turned into sweaters, and so on. Can it turn back?

In the afternoon, pedestrians come and go in the street as usual, and vehicles gallop in the street without stopping. This is the childish voice from the sidewalk. It turned out that a smiling teacher was leading two or three children to wait for the green light. "ah! My ball! " One of the children screamed and ran to the middle of the road, picked up the racket clean, and then stood up with satisfaction to run back. At the same time, the teacher seemed to smell the danger, and his eyes were wide like two bells. Not far away, there is a car driving at high speed. I guess its speed is 100 yards. Standing the year after that teacher, I was also full of worries, because the distance between the car and the child was only about 20 meters, but I hesitated.

The next second, the teacher threw off his high heels and rushed to the road, hugging the child tightly and standing in front of him! I also ran to the front of the car and signaled to stop, trying to stop the oncoming car.

However, it was already late ... the car hit the teacher's petite body heavily! I instinctively turned my face away, unwilling to see what was happening in front of me. On the cold ground of the city lies the teacher's body covered in blood. The bright red has dyed the sky red, telling the teacher's good character! The rescued boy lay under the teacher's body. He's alive!

I cried with tears, remembering the teacher's firm turn! How painful! The meaning of teachers ...

A tree will never sprout again in the coming year unless it gives up its lush leaves in autumn and turns around to pick all the green leaves. A bear, if it doesn't give up its original freedom in winter and hibernate, will never wake up next year; And man, if he doesn't give up everything and chooses to turn around when it's time to turn around, then he will have nothing.

I remember once, in a Chinese dictation, I was full of ambition, but I was stunned when I heard the last word of the class representative newspaper.

Just as I was trying to recall the word, the class representative said, "Give it all to the team leader in one minute." Surprised me.

What should I do? I don't remember. My brain is at a loss. I thought I was desperate, but God bless, there is only one minute left. I suddenly caught a glimpse of the answers written by my classmates. Yes, that's what I wrote. I wrote the answer at once, but after writing it, I suddenly remembered that this was not my answer. Should I cross it out? If you cross it out, you won't be praised by the teacher. If you cross it out, you will ruin my success in doing it right five times in a row. Hand it in like this. Once doesn't matter. Cross it out quickly. It doesn't belong to you. Should be honest.

I've been hesitating. A minute seems like a long time to me. I listened to the ticking sound for two seconds, and my heart was at a loss. The book on the desk seems to be an abyss, trying to pull me into it.

There was silence around me, only the tick of the second hand. I closed my eyes, crossed out the answer cruelly and handed the book to the group leader.

As expected, I was extremely relaxed, because I turned around at the right time, gave up what I shouldn't have given up, returned to the original point, and remained intact. If I don't turn around in time, maybe I will do the same thing again and again, rolling in the deep.

At the right time, you should learn to turn around and "it's not too late to mend", otherwise you will lose more.

Composition about turning around 9 Life, if you go on like this, it will be scattered and faded. As soon as you turn around, what you missed becomes the period of your life. Our turn is to escape or choose, and our turn is to miss or start again.

Qu Yuan's turning is a choice. He is ambitious and well-read. He should have made a difference in politics, but he was pushed out by others. His king didn't value him, and he was in a bad situation. He doesn't want to get mixed up with the filth around him. He turned and left, choosing death to escape the profane defilement. Although the Miluo River lost its body, it also rushed out of a clean heart. If Qu Yuan had not chosen to leave, then perhaps there would not be Li Sao today. His turn is a choice, and he chooses to keep his inner pure land.

Xiang Yu's turn is an escape. He was once an outstanding general in history. He is invincible and invincible. In the end, he committed suicide in Wujiang River because of defeat. He felt unable to face the elders in Jiangdong. In despair and despair, he turned to death. He can't get rid of his inner struggle. He wants to escape from his heart. He didn't face failure. His transformation is an escape. He ran away from his family.

Gou Jian's transformation is a new beginning. In order to avenge his father, Fu Cha defeated Yue. Gou Jian, the King of Yue, did not give up. He turned around, took off the dignity of the emperor, put everything down, and suffered inhuman humiliation for Focha for ten years. He finally created an amazing miracle and successfully restored the country. His transformation is a new beginning.

In life, we will have many turning points. Sometimes we will face different turning points, and different directions will have different results. What we miss and lose will change as we turn around. When we watch them turn around, shouldn't we also grasp our own turn around and don't wait for Van Gogh's death to make the sunflower immortal?

The composition about turning around 10 The tree is curled up, with brown and black dead leaves and crumbling. The grass on the roadside is yellow on the top of the head. The pneumatic drill pressed against people's clothes, shivering with cold, and the pace was getting faster and faster.

"It's so cold!" I shrink my neck, hold my father in the front seat and mumble to myself. "Well, it won't be cold at school. Let your mother take a coat and wrap it outside next time. " "Oh." I replied, revealing my dissatisfaction in my tone.

In addition to the wind, there are only occasional whistles in my ears. I always do this when I'm with my father. After a few words, it was gone, leaving only endless silence.

"Well, dad, you know what? ..... "Racking my brains, I only thought of one thing to say, and I went on talking endlessly.

"hmm!" He gave a casual answer. "how about it? Is it fun? " "Well, yes."

It's the same thing again. It happens every time. In a word, it is "coping".

I leaned back in my seat with my hands around my chest. I don't want to talk about it anymore.

"Why don't you talk?" He asked, and I looked at his back angrily. "Nothing." He didn't speak. He nodded and was silent.

"angry? Father tilted his head slightly, wanting to hear the answer. I cocked my head and sipped my mouth. I didn't intend to answer, but I was really angry.

"Here we are." With his words, the car slowed down. "Not yet?" I looked at the side of the road and said in surprise. "Go by yourself, there are not many cars ahead, so you should exercise."

He said with a cold expression. I looked at him angrily, but there was no way. I walked to the school gate with my schoolbag on my back.

Walking, breathless, thinking, as if I was wrong. The pace is getting slower and slower. I don't know why, but I want to turn my head and look into my eyes, even though I know he has left.

I turned my head and met a look. The source of that look was those wet, bloodshot eyes. It's the father.

He was also a little surprised. It seems that he didn't expect my turn. He laughed and fell off the front of the car and left. "Dad." I stopped him and waved, "Goodbye!" "hmm."

Perhaps, just a turn, you can also harvest the love of the whole world.

Composition about turning around 1 1 On rainy days, I suddenly like to look up and breathe in the light rain. When the cold water sticks to my cheeks, I can't help but pray vaguely, hoping it can restrain my inner throb; The restless soul is like a galloping horse, leaping over the boundless cold pool and indulging in the world; My thoughts are running wild, and my thoughts are like a tiny needle, stabbing at the tip of my heart, clearly showing a trace of pain. Stubbornly looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, I asked hard, but the other party refused to answer.

There was a broken kite in the sky that day, and there seemed to be a broken thread in my palm. It turns out that the beauty of that fantasy is beyond my power. The color of the sky is so pale after the rain, and my palms are getting empty. Please turn your head away and don't look at my face. Even at this time, the building collapsed, the surface was torn, and a big meteorite fell into the air, but I couldn't move any more.

Go back to your hometown, wait for you at the first time, miss you, until the last moment of your life, until you slowly stop breathing, you will not come after all. But my heart will not stop. I know, I understand and I regret it. I will never see you again until I see your heart. My heart has not stopped, my body is still warm, and my arms will always be waiting for you to gently pull, I don't know if you dare to look.

Turning around is a reincarnation, and that farewell is a lifetime, so I stubbornly left with my head held high. My bloodstained footprints are printed on the angular stone, and I keep a tenacious smile for myself. Go, go, never walk out of this vast world and resolutely refuse to get a dull future. Beneath the tenacious appearance is a fragile illusion. Why can't you always get past yourself? The train whizzing by is not in this direction, happiness passes by, and the road will never end.

When there is a shadow in front of you, it is because the sun is behind you. -inscription

Growing up, I was very afraid of dogs. Whenever a dog passes by me, I will immediately stand up in fear and my mind will go blank.

I remember it was a sunny afternoon. My mother and I went to the street. My mother is picking up the car in the garage, and I am standing at the entrance of the building waiting for my mother. At this moment, a dog suddenly came out of nowhere and ran towards me. I was so scared that I kept swallowing, and my legs could not help shaking. I am eager for the dog to leave me at once, but I never expected the dog to stay here and smell all the time. I can't bear it any longer. I started running, but the dog followed me and barked. I was even more scared and shouted, "Mom, help me, mom, help me ..."

My mother heard my crying and quickly shouted to me, "Baby, don't be afraid. Stop, don't run, turn around! " ""what? Turn around? Isn't this fatal? No, I can't turn back ... "I thought to myself and kept running. My mother shouted even more anxiously, "baby, trust mom, don't run, turn around slowly ..." I really can't run any more. I took my mother's words as a lifeline, stopped and turned slowly. A miracle happened!

The dog stopped suddenly and stopped rushing forward. Mother shouted, "Baby, bend down slowly and pretend to pick up stones." I did as my mother told me. Unexpectedly, the dog ran away with its tail between its legs.

It's still surprising that it's been so long. I didn't expect to overcome the immediate difficulties with a turn! It makes me understand: when encountering difficulties, turning around is not shrinking; But another key to success. It only takes a few seconds or minutes to turn around, but it is enough for us to overcome difficulties and setbacks. Sometimes it looks dangerous, but in fact, it only takes a turn, and the difficulties disappear, allowing us to see the long-lost sunshine and the passage to success.

On the composition of Zhuanzhuan 13, goodness is like water, which benefits everything without dispute. Li Bai's "But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword" proves the tenacity of water. Water drops wear through the stone, and even the tenacious bluestone can't stand the erosion of water drops day after day. Water is the hardest and softest thing. However, when the water flows through the mountains and valleys, it will go back and forth, and the water will go further in turn after turn.

Turning around is a way of life, looking for a habitat for the soul. Tao Yuanming is a hermit who "picks chrysanthemums under the hedge and sees Nanshan leisurely". He didn't want to stoop for Wudoumi, so he resolutely gave up his career and turned to retire to the countryside. He has a peach blossom garden that has been handed down to this day, and he has shown us a lofty pride. In the prosperous Tang Dynasty, Li Taibai was full of high spirits and had great political ambitions. When he shouted "Go out and laugh in the sky, are our generation Artemisia people?" He was frustrated politically. Li Bai can still have a drink. Turn around, let the breeze wash your mind, dance with Yue Hui, create shadows, and leave this world as a poet who thinks his clothes are fluttering.

Turning around is a sign of great unyielding personality. When China, the lion of the East, was asleep, Lu Xun, a people's revolutionary, found that only by awakening people's thoughts can we save the country. He resolutely abandoned medicine and took up a pen, vowing to use it to awaken the souls of China people. In order to revitalize the nation, he gave up his personal ideal. How great it was then.

In the crowd, I searched for her again and again in vain. When I suddenly turned my head, I found her there, dimly lit. What a beautiful turn, learn to turn around, waiting for you is a vast sky.

In the raging fire, firefighters carried the wounded out again and again, turned around and rushed into the sea of fire again and again; In Wenchuan earthquake, soldiers were reincarnated again and again, saving dying lives. In the face of gangsters, senior three students are not afraid of danger and fight with gangsters. He forgot the important college entrance examination, caught the gangster and was seriously injured ... It was the caring people in the society who turned around again and again and lit the beautiful fire of life.

Turning around is a kind of beauty. Learning to turn around will make life easier. Learn to turn around and there will be new hope. Learn to turn around and embrace the blue sky!

The composition about turning around 14 comes like dew, goes like electricity, you turn around, I turn around, it's always a moment you can't stay.

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"Say goodbye to the beautiful fairy tale of youth, we have all grown up." The graduation song is playing and we don't have much time together. "The passengers of Class 6 (1) of 20xx have arrived at the station. Please take your luggage and get off in order. " Before we left, we looked at each other, looked at the teacher, and went to the next site with memories.

It was a hot afternoon and the sun was all over the lawn. We're filming graduation photo. The sun is bright and we look dark. Everyone seems unhappy, and there are no stars in their eyes. Sweat is running down my face, itchy and I don't want to wipe it.

There is a scene where the teacher walks in front and turns around to find that we have already left. When we turn around, we open our hands and hug the teacher in front. At this time, it is dusk, the clouds reflect the sunset, and the horizon is intoxicating red, setting off the deepening dusk and scattering the afterglow all the way. The photographer was in place and began to shoot: we followed the teacher, and slowly, there were fewer and fewer people behind the teacher until there was no one left. At this time, we hid behind the photographer. This is a close-up of the teacher. She turned around and saw only the runway. I can't help feeling sad behind the photographer. The camera turned and we came out from behind the photographer to hug the teacher. I buried my head, my nose was sour, and my eyes turned red in an instant. I dare not cry loudly, I can only sob. Tears swirled in the eyes, tears flowed silently, flowed, and kept flowing. After filming, I quietly dried my tears.

After graduation, we will really leave. The teacher sent us to the school gate, and we said goodbye to the teacher one by one. What should come will always come. We turned around and walked forward one by one. The moment I walked out of the school gate, I looked back at my teacher. There were two tears on her face, and then I looked at the school badge and decided to smile. At this time, I can't turn around.

This parting is my cherished memory. This stop is the joy of yesterday, and the next stop is the vision of the future. I can't turn around and I can't look back. The road under my feet always points ahead.