In daily study, work or life, everyone must have been exposed to composition. The composition must be elaborated around the theme and the same theme. Don't ramble, the theme is lax or even without a theme. You always have no way to write a composition? The following are four struggling compositions I have compiled for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.
At ten o'clock in the morning, the sun shone on me through the cracks in the leaves, shining silently like a chip, which was a little dazzling. Such a familiar smell gradually awakened memories, and I stood on the asphalt road scorched by the scorching sun, as if it were a lifetime ago.
My thoughts returned to the summer before the college entrance examination.
Walk into a concentration camp
I ride a bike on this road that has been coming and going for many years. Soymilk and eggs are hung on the faucet, and bread and ham are hung on the faucet. Soon, sweat dripped from my forehead, and in Wuhan at seven o'clock in the morning, the heat was already pressing. I pedal hard for fear of being late for self-study early.
Today is the most special day in the boring high school life; Today, we moved into the new campus; Today, we are senior three.
Looking at the old teaching building in front of me, I have a lot of thoughts. This is a concentration camp specially prepared for senior three candidates. Away from the noise, away from the fun, away from everything that should be away, it just stands quietly without any distractions. Our third year of high school kicked off with parents' earnest expectations and teachers' kindness and hardship.
I didn't think much. I rushed into the classroom quickly. As soon as I sat down, the head teacher came. At the moment, the sound of reading was everywhere. My heart secretly pleased, hey hey, the time is just right! I took a long breath on my back to hide my tears, lamenting the hardships of people's lives and thinking about the good times of having breakfast. Seeing that the class teacher didn't pay attention, he suddenly stuffed a big piece of bread, drank a big mouthful of soybean milk, and then stood up the textbook and swallowed it desperately. Occasionally I turn my head and see my deskmate's face bulging like a steamed stuffed bun. We can't help but smile and show a tacit understanding.
When only the eggshell is left, the bell rings. So, we began to turn to conic curve, conservation of momentum, chemical elements, biological cells, literary knowledge and English reading. Often, I still think about a math problem. The recording of English listening practice is ringing in my ear, and I am still wandering in the chemistry inference problem. The physics paper was handed down again. Occasionally, when I looked up, I suddenly saw a moment on the blackboard, and I silently wrote Li Sao tomorrow. I'm really too tired to move. Leaning on the desk, looking at the books piled high, a face of helplessness, lamenting how this day has passed. Although there are bumps and disappointments, I can stand at the beginning of this difficult voyage, and all my sorrows are full of hope. After a little complaint, I will hear the rustling of the pen tip on the paper. We all have the same belief in our hearts: when we finish this book and a set of papers, it is the day to realize our dreams.
In August of that year, we entered the third year of high school under the scorching sun, our responsibilities and our mission. What awaits us will be an ocean of problems, a steady stream of failures and setbacks, confusion in the face of the road ahead, lingering pressure and fear. Watching the last blush of summer vacation fade at dusk, picking up bad emotions, full of hope and burning fighting spirit, we embarked on a journey of striving for our ideals in the season of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance.
Looking back, we embarked on the journey of high school and continued our unfinished dreams. At the same time, a third of the time has passed. Time really passed quietly and quickly, and before I knew it, my freshman year became history. It's a little sad to say it. It's a hot summer, and the atmosphere seems suffocating.
I still remember the teacher's earnest words when we first entered the hall of high school: "All of you here are high school students, and high school students are facing a major test of life-the college entrance examination. I think every student here is sitting here to go to college, otherwise it won't. " This is self-evident. But think about it, going to college? Are we sitting in this classroom just to get into the university? And our three years of high school life ended with a college entrance examination, and we were only together for the college entrance examination? Is it happy or sad? Suddenly my heart had to ask itself again and again. If not, I can't find a reason to convince myself. I thought: huh? It seems that high school life is not led by the nose by the college entrance examination.
In fact, from the moment we decided to go to high school, we knew what we were about to face and what kind of pressure we would bear along the way. But we accepted bravely, because we should not regret the path we chose. We strive to climb up, eager to step into the sky, and unload this heavy burden tomorrow. But no, we know that this is wishful thinking, so we always convince ourselves to fight for the ideal in our hearts! We are just students and should do what students should do.
One year of high school life, it feels really extraordinary! I can only tell myself to get used to it, because I dare not shout tired, and the real tired hasn't come yet! Although we are used to saying, "Pain!" But everyone knows in their hearts that pain is the key to happiness, so we should learn to face it with a smile.
People who have read high school are unforgettable about high school life! Isn't it? Teachers lecture like a fair, homework like a hill, exams are commonplace, and time is in a hurry. We really want to be lazy, but we are worried about falling behind others ... The most worrying thing is the final exam, because almost all of them are module exams in various subjects. The English teacher smiled and said, "Review hard! The final exam is a module exam. " "Ah?" We were dumbfounded. The chemistry teacher said with a straight face, "We should hurry up to review. The final exam is a module exam." Hear "huh?" Here we go again. "Ah what? If you fail, wait for the make-up exam. Otherwise, the credits will win. " Math teachers, Chinese teachers ... are almost all dialogues that repeat appeals. The teacher took her time, but she made us cry. We are very busy this time, remembering, reciting, writing and writing. On weekends, we hardly have time to surf the Internet and are busy complaining to each other. Even when we sleep, we will dream that the teacher is staring at us and the test paper rustles in our pens.
I once said to myself, "If I make up the exam again, I will simply not take my father's surname." In order not to change my surname, I had to cram for the last minute. After passing the last eight modules, I won't worry about my ancestors getting even with me. That was close! Holding these almost two red lights, it is conceivable that it is really not a taste in my heart. Dad said that such an achievement can't even get on the undergraduate line, let alone a key university. Oh, my God!
My friend comforted me and said, "Don't worry, there are still two years!" " "Although my father is silent, I still have expectations for me. Can he stop refueling?
After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to take history next semester. I have always had little hope of being a science student, and I know the difference between a science student and a liberal arts student, but I decided to choose liberal arts.
Think about it, in this last world, it's time to keep fighting. Look at me. The president of Wang Chuang Literature Society has lived in seclusion for a year. Don't you know?
After reading for so many years, you should learn to cherish it at the last minute. The teacher said, "Don't think so much now, just study hard!" " "
We are no longer children. We are going to meet a more colorful world. Now we always hope to leave something in such a youthful and fragrant time and leave a good memory in our hearts, right?
Speaking of which, if someone asks, "How did your high school life end?" We will answer with one voice: "We ended with a smile!"
Struggle Composition Topic 3: We are all striving for it-to have a harmonious and beautiful home.
Most of people's lives are struggling for their own goals, and I, in this vast world 12 years, have no goals. And this goal, in my opinion-like those coral reefs in the deep sea near the sea-is beautiful but just out of reach. In my mind, the goal is just a vague idea, always so vague.
What am I fighting for?
Maybe it's the comfortable smile on parents' faces when they get good grades! I will fight for my grades, for my own satisfaction and for the comfort of my parents when they are most tired!
What am I fighting for?
Maybe it's to win a prize, but it's pride in my heart and happiness in my face! For the happiness and comfort in my heart, "certificate" is another reason for my efforts, but is this really my goal? A voice, like a voice from heaven, floated gently in my ear: "No, it's not ..."
What am I fighting for?
Perhaps it is to get the appreciation of teachers and the envy of classmates! My vanity is extremely strong, so these things, in my opinion, are very important. Although I tried my best to restrain myself, I still didn't hold back my strength. However, I found a reason to comfort myself: the stronger the vanity, the stronger the self-motivation! But is such an empty thing really my goal? Maybe it is! Maybe not!
What am I fighting for?
possible ...
What am I fighting for?
possible ...
All the things I expected filled my brain instantly. Finally, I calmed down and looked at the elegant jasmine outside the window. I think it may be the kind of life I yearn for: a garden is full of all kinds of fragrant and elegant flowers, and countless butterflies and bees play on it. Through the flowers, there is a small building, and there is a man playing the piano on the outdoor balcony upstairs. The birds in the tree are listening to wonderful music ... I hope that person is my beautiful life ... I long for it. Am I fighting for this?
Maybe it is! Don't! It must be! My goal is very clear, that is-for what we yearn for, for what everyone yearns for-to have a harmonious and beautiful home-that is it! I'm fighting for it!
At this time, the familiar voice, like God, whispered in my ear: "Congratulations, you finally found your goal ..."
Youth is like a blank sheet of paper, which requires our efforts to write a wonderful life. Youth, like a piano piece, needs us to play a sweet voice; Youth is like a stone on the beach. We need to beat the stone with the waves of struggle to make it smooth. Because you are young, you struggle.
The struggle of youth is wonderful, but "it is impossible to get it suddenly, and it is easier said than done."
The time of youth is precious, and we can't waste it. Like Zhang Ailing, she became famous when she was young. She cherishes time, often stays in a small apartment, takes time to write novels and cherishes every minute. Youth is struggling!
The struggle of youth, go forward bravely. As Tao Yuanming said, "If you realize the past, you can pursue what you know without remonstrating."
On the road of youth struggle, we should go forward bravely and don't stay in the past successes or failures. On the road of youth struggle, we should know that people who come here can pursue it. Like Huang Danian, he never stopped on the road to youth. He has the qualifications of a Cambridge professor and is well paid abroad, but he is struggling back home. He didn't enjoy success because of his past achievements. When I was young, I failed to go to college many times and didn't give up. He knew that he was struggling in his youth, and finally he was admitted to Peking University, that is, struggling in his youth and establishing the New Oriental Empire.
It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan. We have to move forward and get out of the road of our youth struggle.
The struggle of youth requires us to have firm faith. When Wang Bo was young, he said, "When you are old and strong, you would rather move your heart." ? If you are poor, you will change your mind, and you will never lose your ambition. "We are young, and we are still young. Is there any reason not to struggle?
Youth without struggle is like a flower without green leaves and colors. We are still young and still struggling!
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