高考英語作文 高一優(yōu)秀滿分作文English composition
以下是翻譯的英文版本內(nèi)容：
High school excellent full marks essay 1
Love is like the tide, spring blossoms; Love is like sunshine, shining in my heart.
Recently, grandma went back home is not with me, whenever I come home from school always feel some inexplicable empty, finally, I can stop, recall grandma's clear face, that stumbling, fuzzy back......
At that time, every day when I came home from school, I could see my grandmother busy in the kitchen: a shovel in each hand, a hand holding the iron pot, working hard in front of the stove. The arms showed a silk of blue veins, the hand shook, and the rough hand was tightly gripping the handle of the pot, "taming" a "beast." Hot, unsatisfying drops of oil burst into his hand, and were answered only by a furrowed brow and the clatter of his teeth. Looking at grandma's back, my heart suddenly gave birth to an unspeakable complex feeling, sour. Grandma turned to see a blank face of me, the instant on his face let out a smile. That smile, like the morning dew, crystal clear, flawlessly covered the traces of grandma's face years, that moment, printed on my heart.
Now gently, slightly step into the kitchen again, is empty, everything has changed, only the sunset of the sun's afterglow, warm sprinkled in the kitchen, dyed red. I seem to see grandma that vague back, composition my eyes wet...... Grandma brought me is the sun, warm, like can not do without. Inseparable from all that everything, school silence on the table a glass of water; Accompany me to exercise beans large beads of sweat; When I was sent to school, I looked back again and again...
Turning into my grandmother's room, my eyes inadvertently fell on a photo from many years ago. My grandmother held my hand tightly, and I signaled that I wanted to shake it off. I'm struggling to bear that love. Inadvertently found the silver hair in grandma's photo, the silver hair is like a dazzling sunshine, stinging my eyes, stinging my heart, my eyes blurred again, I regret why I always meet the cold back when facing grandma's love again and again... Now, I began to look forward to that kind of love, that kind of sunshine like warmth.
That love is a group of hot sunshine in the vast snow, and then the stubborn snow and ice can be melted, taking away the cold, leaving behind a ray of sunshine, a hint of warmth, a deep love...
Gradually, I realized that the kind of love given by relatives is always overlooked, and only when it is lost, we will look back and deeply regret. That love is like a ray of sunshine, emitting its own light and warmth, warm me, warm all around her.
High school excellent full marks essay 2
In the dust of the years, there is a touch of warmth walking in my black and white memory, in the lost years scattered a whole piece of flowers. Time is slipping away between my fingers, but this touch of warmth is settling in my heart......
It was a summer night. The stars were shining in the dark blue curtain. The moon was shining in front of the bed. I recalled the unsatisfactory silent writing and the test paper that was not approved, my heart was filled with mixed feelings, and it was difficult to sleep for a long time...
Hazy, I heard a string of small footsteps, needless to say, it belongs to the mother. Gently, gently, I lay in bed, vaguely heard the door was opened, suddenly a breeze slowly came, swept away the noise and boredom of the summer night, brought a long lost cool, my heart was gradually restored to peace... Mother tiptoe, slowly walked to my bed, slightly bent down, suddenly I smelled a familiar taste, it is a warm taste, mixed with the warmth of the sun and the fragrance of flowers and plants, this only belongs to the warm taste, soon filled in my heart.
At this time, the mother carefully pulled up a corner of the quilt, gently covered me, she seems to be afraid I catch cold, the quilt pulled and pulled, the thin quilt into the mother's thick love, this warmth, how can not make me miss? My heart is warm, compared with this water like warmth of maternal love, life is a little rough and what?
My heart open up, after all, the growth of the road with this warm companionship, even if the wind and frost rain and snow and what fear? At this moment, my mother has lightly walked to the window, she helped me pull the curtain bit by bit, a little movement, then nervously look back at me, for fear of breaking my good dream. My mother quietly walked to the bed and helped me fold my clothes neatly and put them on the chair. At that moment, the subtle warmth flowed through the whole room, and my heart was even more deeply occupied by this warmth.
Inadvertently, if my mother quietly left my room with a breeze, I was intoxicated with the soft warmth of the moonlight...
Yes, walking on the road of tracing the long river of time, there is this warm interdependence, leisurely past will be treasured in the memory of the bag. This flowing in the past years of warmth, comparable to the dawn, just like the valley orchid, will become my heart eternal, let me fly under the rainbow!
High school excellent full marks essay 3
Youth, finally came to an end in the same time as water, dazed standing in the ferry of the years, waiting for the next day I do not know what kind of panic drift.
I have not dared to stretch out, that desire to hold the hand of the season, in the memory of the forest, taste the freedom of youth. What a dream is red dust, ah, when I woke up suddenly in the dream of youth, there are so many things of the past lingering, beautiful, but it was quietly leaked. The rustling night wind blowing under the eaves of the wind bells, telling the difference of life and together, finally understand, this process of life, is a cup of wine with bitter and sweet spirits, is so unable to decline a drunk ah, so crazy walked through the world - night and day, young to white head!
Until one day, the memory became too painful to touch the wound, there is a sad hope: to once the day to do a sad love waiting, and then dream again, on the road, that long farewell tenderness!
I, like a lonely boat in a sea of people, forget how it started, and dare not think of the scenery along the way, whether it is really in this period of life has a real......
This is the stage that will eventually end, in the lonely drama, I twist the hair horn of youth, love to look back, the shoulder encounter again and again, interprets into a colorful spring and autumn.
Passionate is this time, let us the process of this life, experience the thousands of feelings given to life by God; But the merciless is still the same years, so that all the days, can not stop the pace, only in a gorgeous dream, back to the youth, see the light clouds gently swim.
This life is like petals in the wind, the most beautiful moment, but it is the end of the fall. I spare no effort to hold the flying four seasons, just want to fix its hurried pace, will not easily let go!
I can only be this red dust a slightly misty passer-by, with joy or sorrow, quietly come, and quietly go. Just waiting for the heart of this hundred years, condensed into an eternal gathering. All the days will finally return to the original time, it seems that nothing has happened, but there is still a throb, dormant in the heart for a long time. Where will there be no regret of life, ah, the cycle of life, just a helpless prayer.
I slow down the pace, but the time is still not staying, ups and downs in the four seasons, there is always a pair of silent tearful eyes......
High school excellent perfect score composition
以下是帶重點詞匯的原文內(nèi)容：
高一優(yōu)秀滿分作文 篇1
愛如潮水，春暖花開;愛如陽光，照我心間。
最近，奶奶回老家了不在我身邊，每當(dāng)我放學(xué)回家總會感到一些莫名的空曠，終于，我能停下來，回憶奶奶的清晰的面孔，那蹣跚，模糊的背影……
那時，每天放學(xué)回家就能看到奶奶在廚房中忙碌的身影：一手一個鏟子，一手扶著鐵鍋，在爐前賣力。手臂上露出絲絲的青筋，手抖著，而那只粗糙的大手卻死死地攥著鍋柄，“馴服”著一頭“野獸”。不爭氣的滾燙的油滴迸濺到了手上，回應(yīng)它的只是一陣緊蹙的眉頭和上下齒間的碰撞聲。望著奶奶的背影我的心中頓生了一種說不出的復(fù)雜的感覺，酸溜溜的。奶奶轉(zhuǎn)身看到了一臉茫然的我，瞬間臉上絢放出了笑容。那笑容如早晨的露珠一樣晶瑩剔透，完美無瑕地掩飾住了奶奶臉上歲月的痕跡，那一瞬，印在了我心上。
如今再次輕輕、微微地踏入廚房，是空蕩蕩的，一切都變了，唯獨那夕陽夕下的太陽的余暉，暖暖地灑在了廚房中，染紅了。我仿佛看到了奶奶那模糊的背影，作文我的眼眶濕了……奶奶帶給我的就是陽光，暖暖的，好似離不開。離不開那一切的一切，放學(xué)沉默在桌上的一杯水;陪我鍛煉時豆兒大的汗珠;上學(xué)送我時一次又一次的回望……
轉(zhuǎn)身踏入奶奶的房間，目光不經(jīng)意落到了一張多年以前的照片上，奶奶緊拉住我的手，而我示意想要擺脫出來。在勉強忍受著那種愛。無意間又發(fā)現(xiàn)了奶奶照片中的絲絲銀發(fā)，那銀發(fā)如同一道道耀眼的陽光，刺痛了我的眼，刺痛了我的心，我雙眼再次模糊了，我后悔為什么面對奶奶一次又一次的摯愛時我迎上的總是那冷淡的背影……現(xiàn)在，我開始期待那一種愛，那種陽光般的溫暖。
那愛，是茫茫白雪中的一團炙熱的陽光，再頑固的冰雪也得以融化，帶走嚴(yán)寒，留下的是一縷陽光，一絲溫暖，一份濃濃的愛……
漸漸地，我明白了，那種親人所給予的愛總會被我們忽視，而只有當(dāng)失去時，才會回首并深感惋惜。那種愛宛如一縷陽光，散發(fā)著自身的光芒與溫暖，溫暖著我，溫暖著她身邊所有的人。
高一優(yōu)秀滿分作文 篇2
在歲月的風(fēng)塵中，有一抹溫馨行走于我黑白的記憶，在逝去的年華里散落一整片的花朵。時光在指縫里溜走，但這抹溫馨卻沉淀于我的心宇……
那是一個夏夜，深藍的幕布中群星璀璨，皎潔的月光輕灑在床前，皓月中天，卻仿拂在遙遠的城墻外。我回想著不盡人意的默寫和沒批出來的考卷，心中百感交集，久久難以入睡……
朦朧中，我聽到了一串細微的腳步聲，不用說，那屬于母親。輕輕地，輕輕地，我躺在床上，隱約聽得房門被打開了，頓時一陣清風(fēng)徐來，掃卻了夏夜的喧囂與煩悶，送來了久違的清涼，我的心竟也漸漸地恢復(fù)了平靜……母親踮著腳，緩緩走到我的床前，微微俯下身子，頓時我聞到了一股熟悉的味道，那是溫馨的味道，夾雜著陽光的暖意和花草的芬芳，這僅屬于溫馨的味道，很快彌漫于我的心田。
這時，母親小心翼翼地拉起被子的一角，輕柔地蓋在了我身上，她似乎怕我著涼，將被子拉了又拉，薄薄的被子融入了母親濃濃的愛，這份溫馨，怎能不令我眷戀？我的心中暖暖的，比起這似水般溫情的母愛，生活中小小的坎坷又算得了什么？
我的心豁達起來，畢竟成長路上有這份溫馨相伴，縱使風(fēng)霜雨雪又何足畏懼？此刻，母親已輕巧地走到了窗前，她一點一點幫我拉著窗簾，稍有什么動靜，便緊張地回頭看我，生怕破碎了我的好夢。母親又悄無聲息地走到了床邊，幫我把衣服整整齊齊地疊好，放在了椅子上，那一瞬間，淡淡的溫馨流淌于整個房間，我的心坎更是被這份溫馨盤踞了……
不經(jīng)意間，母親若一縷清風(fēng)悄然離開了我的房間，我卻沉醉于那月光般柔和的溫馨之中……
是啊，走在追溯時間長河的路上，有這份溫馨相依，悠悠往事將珍藏于記憶的錦囊。這流淌在逝去歲月里的溫馨，堪比晨光初露，恰如空谷幽蘭，將成為我心中永恒，任我在長虹下飛翔！
高一優(yōu)秀滿分作文 篇3
青春，終于在流水一樣的時光里走到了盡頭，茫然失措的站在歲月的渡口，等待著，在下一個不知是怎樣的日子里倉惶的漂流。
我已不敢伸出，那渴望牽住季節(jié)的手，就在林林總總的記憶里，品味年少時那份無羈的自由。紅塵是怎樣的一場夢啊，當(dāng)我在青春的睡夢中驀然驚醒，有那么多往事纏綿著、美麗著，卻又被悄然的遣漏。瑟瑟的晚風(fēng)拂動著檐下的風(fēng)鈴，訴說著人生的分別與相守，終于也明白了，這一場生命的過程，就是一杯釀著辛酸與甘甜的烈酒，是那么無法婉拒的一醉啊，于是癡癡的走過了紅塵--黑夜又白晝、少年到白頭！
直到有那么一天，記憶成了痛得不敢觸摸的傷口，就有了一種傷心的奢望：要為曾經(jīng)的日子做一次殤情的守候，再夢回一次，跋涉的路上，那久別的溫柔！
我，像是一只人海的孤舟，忘記了是怎樣的開始，也不敢想起，這沿途的風(fēng)景，是不是真的在這段生命里曾經(jīng)真實的擁有……
這是終將落幕的舞臺，孤單的劇幕里，我捻著青春的發(fā)角，戀戀的回首，就把一次次的擦肩相遇，演繹成繽紛的春與落花的秋。
多情的是這歲月，讓我們這一生的過程，體會著上蒼賦予生命的萬千感受；偏偏無情的仍是這同樣的歲月，讓所有不舍的日子，都不能停下腳步，就只有在一次次絢麗的夢里，回到青春的時候，看那淡淡的云彩輕輕的游。
這一場生命像是風(fēng)中的花瓣啊，最美的剎那，卻是凋落的盡頭。我不遺余力的想握住飛揚的四季，只想綴住它那匆匆的腳步，再也不會輕易的放手！
我只能是這紅塵一個微渺的過客，攏著歡喜或是哀愁，悄悄的來，又悄悄的走。只等著將這百年的心事，凝成一次永恒的聚首。所有的日子，終于會回歸到最初的時候，似乎沒有什么發(fā)生過，只是還有一份悸動，在心底蟄伏了很久很久。哪里會有了無遺憾的人生啊，生命的輪回，只是一份無奈的祈求。
我放慢了腳步，時光卻仍是毫不停留，風(fēng)風(fēng)雨雨的四季里，始終有一雙，默默的含著淚光的眼眸……
高一優(yōu)秀滿分作文