The composition of the senior high school entrance examination is 600 words

In study, work or life, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. Composition can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (thesis). I believe many people will find writing difficult. The following is a 600-word 10 composition for the senior high school entrance examination, which I carefully arranged. Welcome to read the collection.

1 600-word composition inscription for senior high school entrance examination: The summer solstice is bright, the scenery is pleasant, and the drizzle is pleasant. I am ecstatic.

When the sun is shining in summer, it is foggy and light rain begins to linger on the faint green hills. Leaning leisurely under the vegetation, the first drizzle wakes people up, the sun sets and the leaves are green.

I hope that "the fog and rain are not a bit, and the sky is undoubtedly." Is it the beauty of "white walls full of shadows" that leaves a faint fragrance after being slightly polluted by rain? It's raining, and the light of the rain beads shines between the green shadow and the faint fragrance. Pink is elegant and rhythmic, and jade contains pearls. The fragrance is far away and the rain is quiet. Drunk.

Listening to the rain is more poetic. In a Dream of Red Mansions, Sister Lin likes Li Yishan's poem "Leave a remnant lotus to listen to the rain". I don't know whether it is joy or sadness. However, I love the sound of rain. Originally, it was "moistening things silently", but tapping on the window bars of branches and leaves would bring a beautiful sound like pearls of all sizes pouring into a plate of jade. Listening to the rain, if you tap the pipa lightly, if the golden bell knocks, it will ring heavily, slowly and hurriedly, rising and falling, as if it were knocking on the heartstrings. However, people have been fascinated by it and wonder: Is it raining? What is the wine in the sky? What about painting? What about poetry? Fresh and elegant, there are magnolia flowers floating in the wind, gently brushing the plain face with rain, and the inner pleasure is beyond words. A poem: the breeze is fragrant for a while, the rain is flying for a while, and the silver is broken. To express the feeling of being intoxicated by the rain.

Blue-black swallows flitted across the sky lightly, as if looking for something, and suddenly thought, Oh! Yaner is probably thinking: Why am I ecstatic? What did the rain hide this day?

Actually! Every drop of rain is the soul of the sea. They rose from the sea and fell from the sky, looking for their own souls and fascinated everything in the world.

People are drunk, flowers are drunk, and Yaner is drunk. Perhaps, soon, we will also sing a farewell poem in this landscape: "I advise you to have a glass of wine, and people have no reason to go out of Xiyangguan." But tomorrow, it will be another day of fragrance and rain, and we will meet again under the intoxication of the long-lost rain. I was already moved.

Perhaps, it is not that I am too obsessed with the faint fragrance and rain, but that the misty rain with the fragrance of magnolia flowers has captured my heart.

Oh! I am ecstatic-the fragrance keeps out the rain. So, I wrote this indifference.

A person always has to make many answers in his life: answers in life, answers in career ... but more are answers in his heart.

The soul should be a pure "pure land" without impurities, even the pollution of fine dust is not allowed. If it is out of control, it will be eroded by greed and material desire. I remember when I was a child, I was shopping in the street. While there were many people, I secretly grabbed a handful of candy and got home and was severely criticized by my mother. Candy is sweet, but bitter in heart.

During the Three Kingdoms period, Liu Bei once taught Liu Chan: "Don't do it because it is small, don't do it because it is good." However, in real life, because of the differences in thoughts, many people make such an answer-seeing unjust behavior and turning a blind eye; Facing the temptation of material desires, accept it gladly; Pick up other people's things and take them for yourself-and so on.

There is a poem in A Dream of Red Mansions, which says, "It is better to sink into a ditch than to lead an honest and clean life." If you can really do this, then the answer sheet of the mind is undoubtedly the best. Throughout history, predecessors have given a complete answer, which deeply shocked our hearts: Qu Yuan was expelled and deeply felt that "everyone was drunk and I woke up alone, and the world was turbid and I woke up alone."

Tao Yuanming hated the darkness of officialdom, abandoned his official position and retired to seclusion, "not bowing down for not fighting for rice"; Fan Zhongyan was demoted, but he was still "not happy with things, not sad for himself" ... They are worried about the country and the people, and they are ambitious. They are not in cahoots with the world and are not enslaved by foreign things. Integrity fills the world, and lang lang's mind shows the world. They make people feel ashamed!

Today, when the people of the whole country unite to build a well-off society, we must not relax the construction of spiritual civilization while strengthening the construction of socialist material civilization. In the face of all kinds of temptations, we should distinguish right from wrong, be selfless and open-minded. Only in this way can we become a pure person, a noble person and a person who is free from low tastes.

Let's work together, and let's try to hand in a satisfactory answer sheet!

I remember a song that said, "Life is like a colorful satin, and it is also a painting that is difficult to describe;" Life is a rosy cloud, but it often dispels the cold wind and bitter rain; Life is a vine, summed up a few bitter gourd; Life is a song, singing the ups and downs of life. "Indeed, the road of life will not be so smooth, and we will always encounter such problems. No matter what difficulties we encounter, our hearts should be filled with joy. Don't think that the difficulty is insurmountable. The process of overcoming difficulties is painful, but the light of success always shines ahead.

There is no doubt that everyone wants to succeed. Success comes from competing with many people. Natural selection, survival of the fittest, almost everyone will say so, but how many people can know the truth? Nietzsche said, "The injured have no right to be pessimistic." Many people may find it puzzling, but when you think about it, you are competing with others. If you are injured, it means that you will walk harder and slower than those who are not injured. If you want to catch up, you must treat difficulties with a more optimistic attitude than your competitors. Only in this way can you succeed.

Wenchuan earthquake made countless people lose everything, no home, no parents, no lovely brothers and sisters. What a painful thing it is. When I heard the bad news, I really wish I was deaf and couldn't hear anything, so my heart wouldn't be so sad. The pain of losing a loved one cannot be replaced by words. Just like a big tree going from water source to desert, it can only find life-sustaining water by itself. However, after losing so much, what they saw was not a tearful face, but a smiling face, because they knew that tomorrow's sun was still new and the future was still beautiful. Therefore, those of us who have the best things face life with a smile.

Life is a poem. Only by reading it with your heart can you read a good rhythm. Life is a painting. Only by painting with your hands can you have a beautiful painting. Life is a ballad, and only when you smile and sing will you find its beauty.

I just finished reading an article about Xiamen and thought it was very good. So on second thought, I might as well write an article about my hometown myself. So, at this moment, there is a scene where I am trying to write.

My hometown is called nodding. It's not big, just a few minutes from the suburbs to the street; But not small. Walking here for a day is enough to make your feet bleed and come back crying. Nothing special, except the sentence that I chewed in my mouth:

White tea, rice flour, buttonwood ...

There are all kinds of breakfasts in my hometown: steamed stuffed bun, fried dumpling, rice … and favorite rice noodles.

Because of mom, I like to eat rice noodles. For fourteen years, the most breakfast my mother bought every day was rice noodles. I also fell into the rice noodles.

The street not far from home is a special place for breakfast. Every morning, I take a few steel jumpers to the place where I buy rice noodles, hold a bowl of hot rice noodles and shuttle through the crowd, sit in a clean chair, chew slowly in the steaming heat, and listen to the adults next door, talking about the world.

white tea

If there is anything special about this obscure town, it must be white tea.

Born and raised, I have an inexplicable feeling for white tea. Should I say love, or something? Children in rural areas, you should help your family if you are sensible. I am more of a troublemaker than a doer.

When I was a child, I followed my grandparents to pick tea. At first, I picked a few carefully, and then I gradually became naughty. Throwing the picked tea leaves into the sky, he clapped his hands innocently and shouted, "It's raining, it's raining."

Now, every boring afternoon, warm sunshine is scattered in the room. Holding a cup of warm tea, I huddled in a wide chair, sipping tea and watching the leaves whistling in the wind. So beautiful, so intoxicated

……

At this point, it is shrouded in endless ink. At this time, I wrote the nod in my eyes with this ink, which is my favorite nod at the moment.

Who is dancing enchanting all over the country, whose smile hides all the tears, whose heart warms the confusion of the prosperous times ... The waves of history can't wash away the legend of Zhaojun, and the long winds of years can't blow away the face of the old city. We can't help asking: whose heart has your heart warmed?

In the face of marriage, when the concubines in the harem rushed to escape marriage, Zhaojun stepped forward and was willing to be the messenger of marriage. Your unrepentant heart has warmed the indifferent hearts of many people inside and outside the imperial court. When Emperor Dahan witnessed Zhaojun's "rich and beautiful ornaments, Ming Han Palace and Gu Ying wandering", he regretted it and smiled at Zhaojun. ...

I gently touched a star with dew, cut off the colorful clouds in the west of Xu Zhimo's pen, secretly cut them into color exercises and made you a wedding dress. I wish I could cut off your sadness, too. I watched with tears in my eyes, Zhao Jun. You warmed my dream with your heart.

In the vast desert, eternity is left to people to choose. "The Han family is in Qin Yueming, taking pictures of the princess." You resolutely went west in tears, watching your figure stand far away in the sunset, the geese flying low and the moon shining high. Does your heart also warm the hearts of heaven and earth?

You pick up your beloved pipa, "Tatar song on her jade guitar, tell her eternal sadness". Your tenderness has already turned into rain drops in the evening, falling into dust and merging into silent sadness. You are looking for the last drop of rain, and it falls, which is your tears; Fuck, but I can't forget that you have been to this world, and you have set foot in this distant place. The history of the big fellow is also engraved with this tear that will never dry up.

You turned around and smiled knowingly, because you saw the scene of "the gates are closed, the horses and cattle are wild, the dogs in the third world bark without warning, and Li Shu forgets to fight". Since then, the wind outside the Great Wall is no longer cold, husbands no longer complain, dissatisfied wives no longer shed tears, they smile through tears, and countless families have ended sleepless nights. Just because you have warmed all this with your heart without regrets.

Zhaojun, a woman shouldered the prosperity of a dynasty with weak shoulders;

Zhaojun, the heart of a woman without regrets warms the heart of the big fellow-in exchange for the peace and tranquility of the big fellow for nearly half a century.

Warm your heart with your heart, it flies higher and cries louder. ...

Some people say that girls can't have scars because they will be ugly. But I have a big scar on my leg. It was when I was eleven years old, and it has been three years now. ...

During the winter vacation, I was watching TV at home and heard someone knocking at the door outside. I went out for a run and bumped into the coffee table. I fell, my foot hooked on the kettle, and steaming water splashed on me. My mother came to wash me and asked the doctor to give me medicine. After more than ten days, I was able to walk on the ground, but I left a big scar. It has become my eternal regret.

Later, when I went to school, my classmates always looked at me differently, which made me very uncomfortable. Every summer, I see my classmates wearing beautiful skirts and fashionable shorts, but I can only wear pants-like shorts with my ankles up a little. Seeing my classmates playing happily on the playground, I just painted in the corner alone. I am not reconciled to why I am inferior. So I tried to wear shorts and my classmates played with me. Gradually, I'm not so special anymore.

But every time I go out, people in the street always look at me and say, "Look, such a good girl has such a big scar on her leg!" " ""Yes, what can I do when I grow up? "Every time I hear such words, I am always angry and then sad. Why? Why should I get burned? Why should I be laughed at? Sometimes I think it's unfair to be naive. Why should I be so wronged? Then I thought I could go back in time so that I wouldn't get burned ... it's too late now.

In the street again, a child said that my legs were terrible, and I cried at that time. Another parent told his child that if he didn't listen, he would become like me … I'm used to so many examples. Sometimes I will ignore it, sometimes I will refute a few words, but every time I hear such words, I will feel sad and always be unhappy for a while.

The scar on the leg is the scar on the body, and ridicule, discussion and regard sb with special respect are the scars on the heart. The scar in my heart hurts ten thousand times more than that in my body. Whether in the heart or in the body, it is deeply imprinted in the mind and will never be erased.

Pangu fell, his limbs were extreme, and his eyes were the sun and the moon. And I am a tear, Pangu's regret. For thousands of years, in order to fulfill his last wish, I turned into a river and stared at the world, always waiting quietly. ...

Long clouds, solitary sails, as light as a white chain. "The wind is rustling, and the water is very cold ..." I listened to the lonely song by the river, and there was a suffocating heartache. Jing Ke drew his sword, Zheng grabbed the cup and roared through the air. The roar of a beast is as firm and stubborn as his determination. The sudden thought of Pangu made me lose my boat. I want to stop him: the king of Qin ended the war. Why didn't you think of this? Change your attitude and abandon your stupid loyalty. Maybe you will be a good general in the world. "He ignored, mask sand alone. Easy water can warm you, but life is just running water.

Wind, sunset, pavilion reflecting blood. "I pulled the mountain up with great efforts, but I was angry with the world ..." Recalling that magnificent young man, his magnificent singing voice is full of sadness now. Xiang Yu stared at him, looking at his face full of tears and thinking about Pangu. I pushed the boat to his feet, and I wanted to help him: "Come on up, go to your hometown and rebuild your hegemony." Suddenly, the wind rolled up my shirt, and the white light of his sword gave me an instant dream eye. Then, in the bloody sunset, the river is half red and desperate ... If we can change our thinking and cross the river, maybe there will be no Han Dynasty in history.

Breeze, bright moon, night like day. There was no song, no sound, only a man in a white robe was driven out of his mind. What does he have to do with the shame of castration and the honor and disgrace of emperors? The river reflected his thinness, eyes and black. He jumped down and his tears melted into the river. I think of Pangu, and I make my voice shine like his ears: "Do you want to abandon your ambition after the death of your father?" Your hands can write history, your legs can visit ancient times, and the world depends on your own opinion. "the torrent washed him to the river ... many years later, he, Sima Qian, came to the river and said to me," I succeeded, I succeeded. "He has a history in his hand. I trembled with joy and excitement ... I succeeded!

Pangu said to me, "Please help my people. They shouldn't be lost in tens of millions of years of loneliness like me. In fact, I just need to change my mind and use my only half life to carry the world, and the world I created may be better. ...

If the ideal is a long river, the pursuit is the running river. Without pursuit, life is just a dry river bed. If the ideal is a painting, the pursuit is the color in the painting. Without pursuit, life is just plain and pale; If the ideal is a happy palace, the pursuit is the key to open the door of this palace. Without pursuit, life is just plain and pale; If the ideal is the hall of happiness, the pursuit is the key to open the door of the hall. Without pursuit, all happiness is just a mirage.

Summer nights are charming. Looking up at the starry sky on a summer night, I can't help feeling: in such an ancient city that is swallowed up by modernization day by day, how many people are still carrying the key to open the ideal door and burying their heads in the reinforced concrete jungle morning after morning? I don't know, but on this windless, sandy, cloudless and moonless night, I will recall the names of those suitors who shine like Polaris but never change.

Once upon a time, I made various analyses on the relationship between happiness and ideals. Until now, I still insist that there is a direct connection between them, and the link of contact is pursuit.

Ideal is a hotbed of career, which can accumulate warmth and ignite the spark of wisdom. It is the seeds that inspire the cause. It can make cowards brave, weak people tough, lazy people diligent and impetuous people pragmatic ... but the ultimate motivation of all this is ultimately inseparable from pursuit.

People praise ideals and are eager to get them. To realize the ideal, we need to choose in pursuit. Although the choice itself is painful, it is impossible to omit or even simplify the steps of polishing a key that belongs to you. Just like the eagle, in order to realize the ideal of soaring in the blue sky and carrying Qingyun, it is not afraid of the wind and snow and practices its flying skills hard. Wings are its key. This is a confident, firm and noble pursuit. Only in this way can we create great personal history.

I like ideals, and I prefer to pursue them! To realize your ideal, you must pursue it! This is the relationship between the door and the key. Although there will be a colorful world in the fresh sky after the rain, the fleeting life will not give you time to wait. You can support a prism in the sun to enjoy the rainbow!

I want to explore the secret of papermaking, but how to do it?

It suddenly occurred to me that I had seen the video "Playing Crazy". Didn't you ever introduce a set of magical paper boxes? So I begged my mother to buy me a box. A few days later, I received the magic paper box.

I found a pile of waste paper from home, tore it into tiny pieces and asked my mother to find a crock. I put the pieces of paper into the crock layer by layer, and then poured water. After all this work, my back aches. You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, it takes five hours to soak. My partner at work shouted, "Five hours?" I answered him calmly: "Don't worry."

Five hours finally passed. I opened the crock and took a look. I found that the paper had changed beyond recognition, blurred into a paste, and the color was black. I turned my head curiously and asked my partner in the experiment, "Why is this vat of pulp gray-black?" He said uncertainly, "Maybe the lead ink in the newspaper is soaked in water. Why don't we use some bleach? " I can't restrain my excitement, so I don't care about giving it beauty. I took out the "window frame" directly from the paper box, spread a box under it, and then I couldn't wait to spread the pulp evenly on it. I read the instructions again and realized that it would take three hours to complete this step. This is really an experiment to test endurance!

Three hours later, I took out the finished product from the "window frame" and a piece of black paper was displayed in my hand.

I went to ask my father, why does pulp condense into paper? Dad said: "The fibers in the paper are bonded by hydrogen bonds during the drying process, and the fibers in the pulp are solidified on it, so. Through molecular recombination, it became a piece of paper we saw. " Then I asked, "Then why is the paper I made a little black?" Dad replied unhurriedly, "Because the newspaper you use has lead ink on it, the recycled paper you make will also be stained with black."

Hearing this, I nodded inexplicably. Creating inventions is really interesting. Decoding papermaking not only made me learn knowledge beyond books, but also brought me endless happiness.

600-word composition for senior high school entrance examination 10. Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. On Friday, we ushered in the mid-term exam of this semester. I made up my mind that I must study hard this time and go home with good grades.

On Friday morning, I began to review as soon as I came to school. But the classroom is full of people, especially the classmates around me, which makes me unable to review. I put down my book and turned to them and said, "Will you stop arguing? Aren't you going home with good grades today and being among the best in your class? " Perhaps after hearing the sentence "among the best", they quieted down and began to review carefully.

The broadcast of the first exam reminded us to start the exam. We just put down our books, picked up stationery and prepared for the exam.

The Chinese teacher came in. We staggered our seats first, and then began to hand out the test papers. As soon as I got the paper, I immediately read the topic at the back. After I knew this was a relatively simple topic, my nervous mood improved. After writing the test paper, I began to check it over and over again. After class, I walked out of the classroom, completely relaxed.

The broadcast of the second exam rang, and I reluctantly returned to the classroom, sat in my seat and prepared math tools, waiting for the exam to begin.

When the test paper was handed out, I still read the following questions before I began to answer them. Halfway through the writing, the math teacher wrote the words "Calm down" on the blackboard to remind us. When writing application questions, I remembered that the teacher gave us an exam last time, and there were many mistakes in application questions. So when doing application questions, I first wrote the formula in the draft book, then checked it, and then wrote the answer.

The math exam is over, and so is the school. I am like a caged bird free again, happy and discouraged. And I think, no matter whether the exam is good or not, as long as you are willing to study hard, good students can keep their grades, and poor students can improve their grades. It is very important to study hard.