One summer day, I was sitting in my seat doing my homework when suddenly my pen was blocked. On a hot day, I was already upset, my pen was blocked, and my homework piled up. I was more worried, so I threw it hard.
Shit! A big drop of ink splashed on the white shirt at the same table. I was scared and apologized again and again.
He saw that I was so sad, but he smiled indifferently: "It doesn't matter! Just add a little flower! " Through the calm eyes of my deskmate, I know what tolerance is-it is a kind of generosity and elegance. My classmate brought a best-selling Harry Potter to school. I thought it was good, so I borrowed it from him.
Unfortunately, it was lost in less than half a day. I went to apologize to him and said I would buy a book to make it up to him.
But he casually said, "Forget it!" It doesn't matter! Don't take it personally! "Look at the way that comforted me, as if he had lost my book. Looking at the sincere attitude of my classmates, I know what tolerance is-tolerance is a lubricant and a source of happiness.
It can alleviate many possible conflicts and reduce the unhappiness caused by unpleasant things. It was just dawn, and I was running on the crowded campus road. I accidentally stepped on the classmate next to me. I thought it was over, and the other side would definitely fight.
I quickly turned around and said shyly, "I'm sorry!" " "I'm sorry! "At that moment, our eyes met, and his answer really surprised me." I'm the one who should apologize? "I look puzzled.
"No, it should be me. I interrupted your progress. " He smiled and motioned me to continue running.
Looking at the friendly smiles of my classmates, I understand what tolerance is-it is an elegance and a cultivation. These little things in life have stirred my mind again and again, expanded my thinking and added a concept to my dictionary, that is, "tolerance".
So, on a small piece of paper, I neatly wrote "endure for a while and calm down;" Take a step back and broaden the horizon "motto, and stick it directly in front of your seat. Life has taught me what tolerance is.
In the face of the winner, I will tolerate his success without jealousy; Facing the offenders, I will tolerate their recklessness and ignore them. Once cooking in the canteen, I finally queued for a long time to buy delicious food. I didn't expect to be knocked down by a reckless little boy just a few steps away.
When I was about to have an attack, the ink spots on my white shirt, the lost Harry Potter and the trampled classmate suddenly flashed, so I restrained myself and said frankly to the frightened classmate, "It doesn't matter, because I don't have a stable ending." Go and have a meal! " When I said this, I was surprised to find that my anger had magically disappeared, and I was a little proud of my mind and manners. I used to be sad all day, but I am happy.
Tolerance, you are the sunshine in my life! Thanks to life, it is life that tells me to learn tolerance, and tolerance dispels the haze in my life. [Comment] After the upgrade, the composition is mainly narrative, with narrative and argumentative essays, becoming a narrative prose with standardized rules and regulations; The theme is condensed from the original two into one, which can be easily interpreted with four examples, which is very distinct and prominent.
The case of others forgiving themselves is the theme of "Life tells me", and it is also the reason why I learned to be tolerant, so I chose three representative stories from my study, life and exercise to tell it. The example of forgiving others is the result of "life tells me", so I only choose one example to prove it.
2. Who can tell me that some people are destined to be ordinary and some people are destined to be extraordinary.
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A flock of pigeons fly into the blue sky, forming beautiful patterns, which are very harmonious. It seems that every pigeon is indispensable. The pigeon's shadow was cast on the ground, which was especially obvious when there was no cloud in the sky that day.
I looked at the pigeons on the playground and didn't know what I was doing. Suddenly, a pigeon broke away from the flock, but the pattern was still beautiful. I looked at the pigeons carefully, but the rest didn't feel anything. (The words "ordinary" and "the rest have no feeling" should be disconnected, and the word "ordinary" should be highlighted)
"Ready to run 800 meters" teacher's words poured into my ears, we boys lined up, with a whistle, our legs took a step. Running, step by step, looking at the distant finish line, my legs began to protest, and a drop of sweat spilled from my head. At this time, a refueling sound rushed into my eardrum. I looked up with difficulty and saw the girls not far away cheering for the boys. When every boy ran by, the sound of cheering came one after another, mixed with boys' names from time to time. And after listening to it, every boy stepped up his efforts and rushed to the finish line.
I ran past the girls. Silent as death. Nobody talks or talks. The whole playground was silent. Only a few birds are singing. I can't hear my own footsteps and heartbeat. I ran past the girls. The arrival of the next boy broke the silence of this moment. I'm not in the mood to run anymore, and my legs have stopped protesting. During the break, my brain paused and time stopped. When time flows again, I stand at the end, alone. (This "loneliness" is very vivid)
Back in class, I sat in my seat and kept watering my throat. Drops of sweat fell on the table, making it mottled, and looked up at the Chinese teacher empty. The teacher stood there with a composition, and his heart began again. This time, the composition is very good. I thought the laughter around me reached my ears. The laughter stopped as soon as the bell rang.
"I want to talk about composition in this class ..." The teacher said coldly. My eyes stayed on that pile of compositions and I was extremely excited. I watched the teacher take out a piece of composition paper, and opened my mouth to say "XXX classmate ..." I shook my head, not me, and then my eyes fell on the next piece of composition paper, eagerly looking at the pile of shorter and shorter composition paper, and applause rang out from time to time in my ears. Then, I stepped onto the platform hopefully, hinting at myself constantly. I pulled out my composition from the bottom of sheet piling, and it reflected a bright red capital: 80. Looking at the following comment: "too empty, be realistic", five words seemed like a knife and plunged into my heart. My eyes swept around, looking at those compositions with two lines of comments. The knife went deeper. In retrospect, I finished it last weekend. But this memory has long been completely erased by those five words. I returned to my seat with my composition and my voice stopped again.
A flock of pigeons flew in front of the building, leaving a shadow in the classroom. After a while, when the shadow was far away from the classroom, the light returned to the surroundings, but there was still a shadow on my face. I looked up doubtfully. A pigeon, the only pigeon in the sky, is flying.
Three years have passed, like running water flowing through your fingertips. For three years, I don't know how many people have been praised and paid attention to by others. Applause echoed in my ears for three years, and countless people were surrounded by applause. What about me? It's like I've only been unknown for three years I don't seem to feel the applause. I may have felt it and forgotten it. Loneliness, a person is surrounded by loneliness all day and writes countless articles and comments at the same time; I have seen countless games and heard countless cheers, but when did I feel it?
The word "treasure" keeps pounding the brain. Wealth can be jewelry, memory or virtue ... but for me, I long for the happiness when I am praised. This may just be vanity, but I don't want to see everyone not know me after many years.
I don't want to say anything, I don't want to praise or criticize anyone. I may be so ordinary, I may be destined, but I don't believe in fate.
When can I get this treasure? I wrote in the article, and I looked up again.
A flock of pigeons fly into the blue sky, forming beautiful patterns, which are very harmonious. It seems that every pigeon is indispensable. The pigeon's shadow fell on the ground. These shadows are especially obvious when there are no clouds in the sky.
Who can tell me that some people are destined to be ordinary and some people are destined to be extraordinary.
-Inscription A group of pigeons flew into the blue sky, forming a beautiful pattern, which was very harmonious. It seems that every pigeon is indispensable. The pigeon's shadow was cast on the ground. These shadows were particularly obvious when there were no clouds in the sky that day. I looked at the pigeons on the playground and didn't know what I was doing.
Suddenly, a pigeon broke away from the flock, but the pattern was still beautiful. I looked at the pigeons carefully, but the rest didn't feel anything.
(The words "ordinary" and "others don't feel" should be disconnected to highlight the word "ordinary".) The teacher's words "ready to run 800 meters" poured into my ears, and we boys lined up. With a whistle, our legs took a step. Running, step by step, looking at the distant finish line, my legs began to protest, and a drop of sweat spilled from my head. At this time, a refueling sound rushed into my eardrum. I looked up with difficulty and saw the girls not far away cheering for the boys. When every boy ran by, the sound of cheering came one after another, mixed with boys' names from time to time.
And after listening to it, every boy stepped up his efforts and rushed to the finish line. I ran past the girls. Silent as death. Nobody talks or talks. The whole playground was silent. Only a few birds are singing. I can't hear my own footsteps and heartbeat. I ran past the girls.
The arrival of the next boy broke the silence of this moment. I'm not in the mood to run anymore, and my legs have stopped protesting. During the break, my brain paused and time stopped. When time flows again, I stand at the end, alone.
(This "loneliness" is vivid) I went back to the classroom, sat in my seat and poured water down my throat. Drops of sweat fell on the table, smeared drop by drop, and looked up at the Chinese teacher empty. The teacher stood there with a composition, and his heart began again. This time, the composition is very good. I thought the laughter around me came into my ears and stopped with the ringing of the bell. "I want to talk about composition in this class ..." The teacher said coldly. My eyes stayed on that pile of compositions and I was extremely excited. I watched the teacher take out a piece of composition paper, and opened my mouth to say "XXX classmate ..." I shook my head, not me, and then my eyes fell on the next piece of composition paper, eagerly looking at the pile of shorter and shorter composition paper, and applause rang out from time to time in my ears. Then,
I stepped onto the platform hopefully, hinting at myself constantly. I pulled out my composition from the bottom of sheet piling, and it reflected a bright red capital: 80. Looking at the following comment: "too empty, be realistic", five words seemed like a knife and plunged into my heart. My eyes swept around, looking at those compositions with two lines of comments. The knife went deeper. In retrospect, I finished it last weekend. But this memory has long been completely erased by those five words. I returned to my seat with my composition and my voice stopped again.
A flock of pigeons flew in front of the building, leaving a shadow in the classroom. After a while, when the shadow was far away from the classroom, the light returned to the surroundings, but there was still a shadow on my face. I looked up doubtfully. A pigeon, the only pigeon in the sky, is flying. Three years have passed, like running water flowing through your fingertips. For three years, I don't know how many people have been praised and paid attention to by others. Applause echoed in my ears for three years, and countless people were surrounded by applause. What about me? It's like I've only been unknown for three years I don't seem to feel the applause. I may have felt it and forgotten it.
Loneliness, a person is surrounded by loneliness all day and writes countless articles and comments at the same time; I have seen countless games and heard countless cheers, but when did I feel it? The word "treasure" keeps pounding the brain. Wealth can be jewelry, memory or virtue ... but for me, I long for the happiness when I am praised. This may just be vanity, but I don't want to see everyone not know me after many years. I don't want to say anything, I don't want to praise or criticize anyone. I may be so ordinary, I may be destined, but I don't believe in fate.
When can I get this treasure? I wrote in the article, and I looked up again. A flock of pigeons fly into the blue sky, forming beautiful patterns, which are very harmonious. It seems that every pigeon is indispensable. The pigeon's shadow fell on the ground. These shadows are especially obvious when there are no clouds in the sky.
4. Write "Heirloom" with the topic of Heirloom.
In recent days, CCTV's "What is Family Style" activity has aroused strong support from the broad masses. I have benefited a lot from my concern and understanding of the activities, especially the profound connotation of "inheritance".
Parents are children's first teachers. From this well-known sentence, we can easily see that a good family education is the premise and foundation for a person to establish noble morality and correctly understand the world, and it is also the foundation for a person to settle down. A good family style tutor is passed down through oral instruction from generation to generation, which carries the prosperity and development of a family.
The first family in the south of the Yangtze River, "Qian" is a famous family in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and even the whole country. Qian's famous family motto is "if you don't make a profit, the world will make a profit." It has been widely circulated in people's mouths for a long time, and it is this ancestral motto of "benefiting the world" that inspires the descendants of Qian to struggle and make progress. Qian Xuesen, Qian Zhongshu, Qian Sanqiang ... For hundreds of years, countless scientific and cultural masters have emerged from this big family that has been passed down for thousands of years. No matter what difficulties and obstacles the descendants of Qian encountered, they never gave up their inner beliefs and persisted. In their own way, they have fulfilled their unchanging commitment to this family and our country.
Throughout ancient and modern China, many classics and models of family education, such as Mandarin, Analects of Confucius, Family Instructions of Yan Family and Family Instructions of Zeng Guofan, all show the spirit of family style, family education and family instruction, and it is under the guidance of this endless spirit that a family prospers.
Good family style and tradition guide the direction of a family, and for our country and nation, the civilization and belief of the same strain determine the success or failure of this nation. Fortunately, however, our predecessors who created glorious history left us with inexhaustible cultural treasures. Three thousand years ago, King Wen performed Zhouyi, which opened a glorious chapter of Chinese civilization, such as the unity of heaven and man and the harmony of Yin and Yang. During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, a hundred schools of thought contended, and Tessa's criticism and confrontation gave us a unique idea of combining freedom, benevolence, justice and peace. The initiation of Neo-Confucianism in the Song Dynasty shaped the personality characteristics of the Chinese nation, emphasized the sense of social responsibility and historical mission of each of us, and inspired us to work hard. It is with countless sages that we can truly perceive a kind of power called "culture". Nowadays, our traditional culture is prosperous in the contemporary era, and we expect everyone to pay more attention to it. The best way to protect your spiritual wealth is to inherit and develop it better.
The long history and rich culture have injected harmony, enterprising and rationality into each of our thoughts, and accompanied us to realize one dream after another. How can we forget the old saying "drinking water from the source" when we are moving towards a more splendid civilization today? No matter a person, a family, a team or even a nation, they all carry history and hope and sail for the future.
5. Is the wealth topic composition a wealth topic composition or a topic composition?
Guess how to read 547 words, ok?
Failure-the wealth of life
If success is a gorgeous flower on the road of life, then failure is a small stone paving the way; If success is a bright moon in the night sky, then failure is a shining star beside it; If success is a dazzling diamond in the treasure of life, then failure is a precious and unpretentious black pearl in the treasure. Failure is also a kind of wealth.
Failure is also success. Edison, a famous inventor, experienced many failures when he invented the tungsten light bulb. Some people may sympathize with her. But imagine that every failure not only indirectly proves whether a substance can be used as a filament, but also gains some important experience. This failure is also a success. So don't complain when you encounter setbacks and failures. This is another special experience that God has given you. Today's failure is for tomorrow's success. This is a fact. The founder of KFC is Colonel Sanders. Colonel Sanders is a retired soldier. After he retired, he was penniless, and his monthly life could only be maintained by subsidies from * * *. Saunders has a secret recipe for fried chicken. He decided to recommend his secret recipe to major food companies, but each company refused to face the ragged man. After the efforts of 100 1, it was finally recognized by a food company. In the next short year and a half, he opened 300 chain stores. Later, KFC spread all over the world. Obviously, setbacks and failures are also a kind of wealth. Even more important wealth than success.
Friends, in the face of failure, don't be discouraged and impatient. It's just a special wealth, and it's another precious experience among the benefits God has given you. Remember, sometimes failure is a valuable asset.
6. Treasure Theme Composition 1500 words Sunny, Japanese and New are three brothers, with similar ages, similar personalities and similar looks. If you don't tell, outsiders can't tell. The three children are getting older, but the old man is getting weaker. Finally, one day, the old man couldn't support it. At the last moment, he called his three brothers to bed and made a will: I am old, but when I was young, I had tens of millions of property. Because you three are incompetent and afraid of ruining your family business, I put it in a secret place and put a treasure map under five acres of fertile land. If one of you three can find it, you will be rich. After that, the old man drove the crane west. Three people cried.
A few days later, the three of them remembered the will again, and they met on five acres of fertile land in the backyard. Lao Daqing said: "Our third brother has been good brothers since childhood, and we have never quarreled since childhood. I don't want to hurt everyone's goodwill because of this, so I invite everyone here to make a settlement. According to my father, this property is worth 1 100 million yuan in Qian Qian. I think we can share it equally and avoid conflict. What do you think? " The next day, he replied, "Since the eldest brother spoke, the younger brother had nothing to say, so he followed the eldest brother." Xiao er said, "Agreed!" Three people will start work, how can millions of money be decimal! The attraction for three people is too great. Five acres of fertile land have been turned upside down in one morning, but there is still no treasure map. This time, three people may have found panic. You look at me, I look at you, but there is no way. That day was a short temper: "What, why not?" This must be a lie ... "Then he went home, swearing after swearing. The eldest brother and the third son didn't believe it, but they picked up the hoe again, but there was still no one. Sitting under the tree and sighing, big brother kicked a big hole and a piece of parchment showed a corner. At first glance, it is a treasure map! Two people embrace together. When they got home, they packed their bags and brought food. They met in the old home, but they didn't see their second child. They knocked at the door, but they were not at home. Seeing that winter is coming, how can they delay any longer? They discussed it, parted when they came back, and set off for treasure hunting.
On the way to treasure hunt, there are dangers everywhere, but they never complain.
On this day, I don't know whether it is fate or fate. It snowed for several days and the wind was biting. How can such a day go on? After consultation, they settled down in a nearby village and discussed it tomorrow, but they don't know what this village has brought. Go to a house, knock on the door, explain the situation and leave like a door. After dinner, I wanted to sleep, but I saw the owner happily reunited outside the door, with a mouth of one hundred and twenty. The two brothers were stunned by this sudden situation. They were arrested and demanded 2 million! How can they have money? I thought it was a kind family, but I didn't expect it to be a robber family! Threats again and again, if you have to tell the truth. As soon as the master's eyes rolled, he had a plan in his heart, letting one of them go treasure hunting and the other one be a hostage. What happened to the third snore? But there's nothing to do. After repeated discussions, the boss went to treasure hunt, and the third stayed here. The boss went out and left in tears.
The boss worked hard all the way, and the initial wealth has already been transformed into saving his brother. He took pains to climb mountains and mountains, and finally reached his destination after two years of wind, frost and heat. Sitting on the treasure chest, he was excited and excited, and his eyes could not help but get wet. Those are tears of happiness and hope! He still remembers the agreement of that year, spent the last sum of money, bought a car and a piece of black cloth, put the treasure chest on the car, covered it with black cloth, and set foot on the way home.
Another year, the boss returned to the village where the third child was located, only to find that everything here had changed, a leisurely town with green trees and flowers in full bloom on the street ... He asked the village chief Qi Laosan, only to find that the village chief was the third child! It turned out that the day after the boss left, the police took the family to court, and within a few days, they severely punished each other. After the third child was rescued, instead of chasing the boss, he led everyone to promote reform, create new heights, change people's lives, become a well-deserved village head, marry a bride and have children. The treasure has long been forgotten by him! When you see your eldest brother coming back with the treasure, comfort him first and invite him to dinner to catch up. A few days later, they began to discuss whether to go back to their hometown to find their second child, and their conscience found it. They decided to go back and see their second child.
7. There is an urgent need for a composition of about 400 words, the topic of which is treasure hunting. I believe many people have seen the movie raiders of the lost ark, and the people in it will do whatever it takes to find the treasure.
We are going to hold an activity today, that is "raiders of the lost ark". Isn't this topic interesting? It means that one person hides things and then draws a map, or writes a map, so that another person can find it according to clues or maps. If you can't find it, it is also a kind of giving up to let the hidden person tell the person you are looking for. The "Treasure Hunt Raiders" has begun. My deskmate Huagang has been hiding things for a long time. This thing is a ball with a diameter of one centimeter, gray, made of single-sided glue, and the other is a small bead, crystal clear.
Huagang finally came back. He gave me two text maps and said that he would find the second map and then look at the third map. The first map reads: "Turn left when you leave the classroom, and you will see a big pot of chrysanthemums with what you want." I looked in those chrysanthemums, but I couldn't find them. I think: The third map says it is under the basketball stand. Is the child there? After thinking about it, I went, squatted down, saw a ball and a bead, and took it out in a hurry, but the hole was too small, and it took me a lot of effort to take it out, which made my skin broken and my clothes dirty, but the treasure hunt was not over yet, because I just found it by intuition. This is not a treasure hunt, so I spent 65438+.
I wonder why I didn't go to the middle one, otherwise I wouldn't have abstained in half, alas! That's a real pity.
8. Ask for a short essay about exploration. I dream of exploring the Amazon River.
At night, I lay in bed and fell asleep soon. ?
Gradually, I felt someone pushing me, and when I looked intently, it turned out to be several good partners in the class. They said to me, "Today, the school organized an expedition to the Amazon River. Let's go together! " "Great!" I jumped three feet for joy. In geography class, we have learned that the Amazon River is the largest river with the largest water volume and the widest drainage area in the world, and it is surrounded by the largest tropical rain forest on earth. This primitive tropical rain forest has existed for at least 100 million years. This school has really created a good opportunity for us to uncover the mystery of the virgin forest.
We came to the edge of this forest by magic carpet. The flight all the way exhausted everyone, but no one took a break and walked into this mysterious forest with a whole backpack on his back. This forest covers the sky and is very quiet, but sometimes I can hear some unknown animals barking, which sounds sad and scary to me, just like crying. There is a thick layer of fallen leaves under your feet, like a soft carpet, but the leaves have lost their usual green color and become dark blue, crimson, deep purple, or simply black. From a distance, it looks like a whole dark cloud falling to the ground.
Sometimes the forest is dense, but sometimes it is relatively sparse. In sparsely populated places, it is lucky to see the palm-sized blue sky and a circle of sunshine like a flashlight during the day. Thousands of years old trees can be seen everywhere here, and the trunk is covered with thick vines. They crowded together regardless of you and me, as if they were fighting for something. The road has gone a long way, and I don't know who shouted like discovering the new world: "Look, the waterfall!" " "We all ran over and saw the water curtain hanging high. Although it was only so narrow, it felt like a fairy's silk, which kept pulling and rolling, and kept touching stones covered with green velvet plants, and then merged into a trickle and injected into the pool.
In a blink of an eye, it is near dusk, and we are eager to find a place to live. We walked for several miles and finally found a pond. On the pond, there are several cabins built by local people. We went in, and the objects inside were mostly made of wood and bark, which was very unique. This seems to be a small tribe, where people are surprised to see us. One of the middle-aged men, like a leader, said something to others and went their separate ways. The middle-aged man came over with a smile and chatted for a while. Although we don't understand them, we know they are friendly. Then he showed us around other wooden houses, and we learned some gesture manners from him. We lived there that night. Some students recorded the events of the day with notebooks and flashlights, and some students were sorting out the plant specimens collected during the day. After returning to the city, we reported the geological environment and customs there to the relevant departments, which provided great help for them to study the virgin forest.
"Tick-tock …" When I opened my eyes, I was still lying in bed, and the alarm clock had woken me up. It was a dream. I really hope this dream can come true. I also want to be an explorer in the future, and make contributions to the study of human primeval forests.
9. Write an article on the topic of seeking, with more than 600 words.
In recent days, my grandfather seems to have changed his face, and suddenly the wind roared. At this time, my grandfather and I are looking for "treasure" together.
The wind is blowing, I am sitting leisurely on my grandfather's tricycle, enjoying the scenery, while my grandfather is sweating like rain. Early in the morning, we started our journey to find the "treasure".
When we arrived at Qunxian Road, my grandfather and I were stunned by the road ahead. Which way to go, this way or that way, I'm stupid. In desperation, we chose the road on the left. One road after another, we don't know.
In the street, we came to Lekeduo unconsciously, so I jumped out of the car to look at the license plate. "Ah, it's actually 1925!" I shouted, but we were looking for 98 1. It seems that we rode in the wrong direction. I blame myself for not choosing to turn right just now. I have no choice but to turn around. I told this information to grandpa, and grandpa said I was going to start again. "Hey ... what a terrible day." I said with a sigh.
There are always red lights along the way, so the speed of cycling is particularly slow. Plus, it's a long way, and grandpa is sweating. In the car, I thought: when can this "treasure" be found? Don't say it's a lie Thought of here, I didn't continue to think about it, for fear of ruining my mood. Time goes by, and ten o'clock is coming, but we still get nothing. I can't help but feel nervous and restless, just like ants on hot bricks.
When I looked at my watch for the second time, I found it was 10 o'clock 15 minutes. I seemed to remember something and asked my grandfather, "Are we here?" "Almost there," Grandpa replied, pointing to the bridge ahead. "Just cross that bridge." After listening to grandpa's words, I can't help but be happy and forget all the excitement just now, because I can find the "treasure" soon. After crossing the bridge, I looked forward and saw a building. Grandpa said it was that building. When I got there, I rushed in, but my uncle's words tried to throw cold water on me and wake me up.
The journey to find the "treasure" is so difficult that I will never forget it.