Waiting for excellent composition

In normal study, work or life, everyone must have been exposed to writing. With the help of words, people can reflect objective things, express their thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following are the excellent compositions I collected for you. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like them.

Waiting for excellent composition 1.

It kept raining and the road in front of the school turned into a river. At school and after school, I heard people curse this rainy day from time to time, hoping that Grandpa Sun would come back soon.

However, this has brought a lot of inconvenience to people's travel, but it has become the greatest happiness that God has given children. You see: as soon as the bell rings, the shallow water pit on campus becomes a paradise for junior children. The small puddle attracted a dozen or twenty children, although there were still raindrops in the sky at this time. Some children have umbrellas in their hands, while others just run between puddles empty-handed and bald. Look, this boy is holding his trousers tightly with both hands, trying to lift them high. He must be afraid of getting his clothes wet and being disturbed by his mother. But at this moment, he still raised his feet high and rushed into the water with his friends, splashing, regardless of the fact that his trouser legs were all wet, and his face was full of sweet smiles.

A hurried class bell rang, and the children suddenly flew from the ground like frightened birds and disappeared without a trace in an instant. Oh, no, there is also a child in a yellow coat, who is standing by the puddle. Maybe he just found a perfect position to prepare for diving. He obviously hesitated when he heard the bell, but finally he jumped high and jumped into the puddle that had just calmed down, and a series of ripples appeared behind him. ...

The voice of reading came from the classroom, and the campus was quiet. The puddle, which was just lively, is silently waiting for the children to finish class. ...

I was in a hurry when I waited for my aunt.

That was last winter. My mother went to Linyi for an exam and asked my aunt to pick me up. I didn't see my aunt when I walked out of school. I thought, "There are so many people, maybe my aunt was blocked by other people's parents." So, I ran to the pick-up point for more than ten minutes, and even the shadow of my aunt was not found. I was so anxious that I almost cried. Time is passing, and vehicles and pedestrians pass by me as time goes by. I looked at the passing vehicles and pedestrians carefully, and I didn't dare to blink, for fear that my aunt would not see me when she came. I searched carefully for about twenty minutes, but I still couldn't find it. I thought anxiously, "How could my aunt break her word? Is it clear that she will pick me up at noon today? " If my aunt doesn't come, I'm going to collapse! Come on! Come on! I shouted from the heart.

In a blink of an eye, it's past twelve o'clock. I haven't had lunch yet. I'm starving. I just want to walk to my aunt's house. Suddenly, a familiar figure stood in front of me and said, "Yi Ming, here it is! Wait! " "Well, aunt, what took you so long?" I said. "I went to pick up your brother first, and then I picked you up, so I came late." After listening to my aunt's words, my anger subsided, and then I happily followed my aunt home.

Waiting for an excellent composition 3 Maybe from the first time you read this article, you have been moved, and you begin to understand what it means to read it for ten thousand years at a time.

The TV series you have watched before have more or less wonderful storylines, but they can only attract your short-term attention. But if you can really choose, it is estimated that only one TV series is irreplaceable and nothing can match it.

I know that all feelings should be limited, at least within a range.

But when we understand such a problem, we suddenly understand that all this is my contribution, but even if they don't reply, it doesn't matter, because you have long been used to this way.

So when you communicate with them, you should also show your own style instead of blindly following the crowd. Like everyone else, this kind of life is not particularly exciting, so it is understandable.

Every thought is planning for future behavior.

Although you always want to know what kind of life they are living in Guo Yuzhong, it doesn't matter, because all this has never been painted well, so it doesn't make any sense for you to wait persistently.

Waiting for the bell of excellent composition 4 to ring, school is over!

As usual, I waited for my father to pick me up. I'm so bored that I can hardly stand. At that time, I was looking forward to my father coming to pick me up early. Unexpectedly, a phone was cut off and the mobile phone rang. Father said, "I'm very busy. I may have to wait for half an hour." I was shocked and thought: it will take half an hour. can you hurry up a little ? I was just about to ask when the phone hung up.

I leaned against the tree, and a gust of wind blew, bringing a chill. Even I, who was the most patient at ordinary times, began to get upset. Watching parents pick up their children one after another, I really envy them! I want to go to a small shop, feel my pockets and have no money. I want to go to my classmate's house. They're all gone. I want to find a place to sit, there is no clean place. At this time, I was helpless and strolled back and forth. Half an hour passed unconsciously, and I was cold, hungry and exhausted. Why hasn't it come yet? Only then did I really realize the pain of waiting. There were fewer people on the road, and gradually, it got dark, and I almost cried. From time to time, I threw a few stones to relieve my anger. I think: it's almost an hour, and even the students who are late have left. I was so angry that I could not help crying. Just then, the mobile phone rang, and my father said, "I'm already heading for your school, and I'll be there in ten minutes." I am finally relieved.

I saw a car coming at high speed. I got on the bus at once, ending the long waiting time.

Waiting for excellent composition 5. The evening breeze slowly blew on my face, cooling my fiery heart. Looking up at the sky, it's still so gray. Standing on the roof, looking into the distance, waiting for your return.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, all the other children are with their parents, but I am only with my mother. The food is abundant, but I have no appetite, and neither does my mother. There is no lively atmosphere and celebration of Mid-Autumn Festival reunion at home. Looking at other people's fathers with their own children, I envy them, but I never dreamed. You are far from home, but you can't come back because of your busy work. Your promise was on that day, more than a month before that day. Although it is only more than 30 days, I am very eager for that day. You told me that after you left, I was the man of the family. I want to help my mother do more housework, let me study hard, behave well in school, be naughty, be naughty and be reasonable in everything. I did it. I believe you can do it, too.

I look forward to that day, and I believe that when you come back, my performance will be better than what we agreed. I have become very mature, and I am no longer the naughty one I used to be. I look forward to your return and hope that day will come soon. I really want to cross the time tunnel. I really missed you when I arrived that day.

I stood on the roof, looking at the distance, a little sad, and the wind blew quietly, as if to bring my thoughts to you in a foreign land. Looking into the distance, I seem to see your figure, because I have been looking forward to your arrival like a peach blossom looking forward to spring.

Waiting for Excellent Composition 6 Time with you always passes quickly. I wanted to buy a nice diary to record everything. But then I found out that I was wrong. A good past doesn't have to be carried by a beautiful notebook. Any piece of paper will do, but it is a form and will eventually weather.

The first spring you left has arrived. I watched the willows in front of the building pull out new branches and then flourish bit by bit. You planted that tree yourself. You said you wanted them to grow old with us. But things have changed, only them, not you.

I want to come to you many times. But I can't.

Grandma said she would cut down all the willows in front of the door because she was moving. A few days later, I watched my bags move out of my hometown, the place where I had memories with you.

Tears can't stop dripping. I can't go back. Even the memory carrier is about to collapse. Grandma was right. I shouldn't wait for you to come back. Maybe you will never come back. I should find a suitable man, marry him, and then be a husband, a child and live a stable life.

But I know I can't do it. If there is no beauty in life, maybe I will be content to be dull. But I know that this kind of beauty exists, and I am willing to pursue and wait.

Waiting for Excellent Composition 7 In the long years, we are like a bright moon, and what happens around us is like the stars in the sky. Whenever the moon is full, I will recall all my memories, just as when I have recalled all my memories, there will be no stars in the sky. Before that, I approached a star that lit it and opened the door of memory.

It's a sunny morning. After breakfast, I went downstairs for a walk. Walking, I saw a little boy. Dressed in thin clothes, he stood at the door of the unit as if waiting for his mother to come back. When I came back here after two trips, he was still standing straight at the door of the unit. His face turned white with cold, his legs kept shaking, and he stood straight waiting for his mother. I stopped and waited for two minutes, and his mother finally came back. Seeing the frightened expression on her son's face, the mother immediately took off her coat and put it on the little boy. The little boy suddenly cried, and I looked forward and got a fright. * * * Mom has a deep scar on the back of her hand and is still bleeding. It turned out that his mother scratched her hand in order to buy him a limited edition of chocolate. She handed the chocolate to the little boy with her injured hand, and the little boy jumped on her and cried. His tears fell on the chocolate bag, and then he took out two chocolates and gave one to his mother to share the delicious food with her.

The stars in the sky sparkle. And in the door of my memory, the expectation lit for the person I love has been shining.

Waiting for the bell to ring in every class means waiting for another 45 minutes. The person waiting for me is the bell for class.

Time goes by little by little with the rhythm of the heartbeat. Waiting for class, waiting for school, I picked up my mobile phone and watched the time again and again, but at this time, the time seemed to be discounted and I walked very hard. The teacher on the stage tried to finish what he wanted to say before class, while I tried to wait quietly before class. At this moment, I have no psychological activity, and my heart is numb, just waiting for the bell to activate my heart. Time passed so slowly that I began to doubt that my heartbeat had no rhythm. I picked up my mobile phone once, twice and three times to see the time, and the countdown picture was always in front of my eyes.

The rotating pen in my hand fell off the table, which surprised me. I don't know how many times I turned my pen. Do I take classes just to finish them? I hate myself, I hate myself for disappointing, I hate myself for wasting time, and I finally decided to take classes. But the teacher's words after class came out with the bell, and I laughed at myself. I will always be a laggard. Every time I wake up from numbness, it's coming, and it's always the last one, but I don't want to admit this fact.

Ten minutes after class, forty-five minutes after class. What shall I do next class, numb? Awaken? There is no warning, so I don't expect to wake up like a sleeping elephant, just look forward to the next forever.

Waiting for excellent composition 9 she, eternal choice.

I am a dog named Mimi. Dogs are my kind, and Mimi is my name. I don't have a name, because I don't have parents. I've been wandering alone since I can remember until I met him. He is a cat, so I gave myself this name, which matches him well.

I admit that I am a dog who grew up in the dirt. I have no life experience and no past. I wake up when the sun rises and sleep when the moon is tired. When I am awake, I will quickly avoid children running in the street where I live and speeding cars. I spend most of my time with my friends. I have many friends, and I am not alone. But people hate us. I've been wandering around here for a long time and know many people. I grow much faster than them. If I'm not mistaken, I should be a strong bitch, but those children my age are still very young. When I was very young, they were still young. When I grew up, they were still young. I still remember one time a child pointed at me and said, "Mom, that's scary." His mother said, "Don't be afraid, son, it's a wild dog." They all forgot that I made that boy happy last year.

Yes, I have lived here for two years. The people here are not rich, and my food is not very good, but I will always stay here and protect my love.

I met my lover in this small street.

Waiting for an excellent composition 10 The rain is sparse and the wind is blowing outside the window. Rainy days cover the whole city like a ruthless monster! "Ding"-"Class is over, it's late to learn! I went downstairs alone, waiting for the arrival!

First, I'll wait on the platform. There is no one in the class. Time is running out. I waited and waited. Grandpa hasn't come yet. I suddenly looked at the clock. It's half past four! I'm beginning to feel uneasy. First stroll in the corridor, then go downstairs.

At this time, it rained heavily, and a cold wind blew, which made me shiver. There are many people downstairs, including pupils waiting for their parents to pick them up, parents coming to pick up their children, and a group of people checking. I am eager to find my grandfather, but no matter how I look for him, I still can't find his old figure. I was in a hurry, and I saw my parents coming to pick me up in high spirits! I began to miss the plot that grandpa would cast envious eyes when he came to pick me up, but not today!

Strange ideas kept popping up in my mind, such as whether grandpa would ... no, no, I even shook my head and told myself never to say unlucky things! Suddenly, a rough and warm big hand took my little hand and took me away from the crowd! Ah! Grandpa!

Waiting for an excellent composition 1 1 Waiting is urgent, but sweet. ...

Not only did I realize it once-my mother was pregnant with my brother, and according to the doctor, my brother won't be born for two months. Two months? I was still young at that time, and I didn't know how many days two months were. Every day, I ask my mother when my brother was born. What I got was: don't worry, don't worry, it's almost there, and I will be born in a few days. Every time I think: How many days before my brother is born?

A few months later, I finally met this crying baby-Faye Yu in the hospital. Over time, I always played with him, and I tasted the taste of waiting-sweetness.

Now, it is another wait!

A few months ago, the school gave out a box of turtle eggs. I can't tell you how happy I am. When I got home, I put them in a glass jar with a little water. I waited, afraid to touch them for fear of hurting them. A few days later, four little turtles appeared in their house, and I tasted the taste of waiting again-sweetness.

How much waiting there is in life! Wait for exam results, wait for an autumn outing, wait for yourself to grow up, and so on. ...

Whether waiting is urgent, bitter or sweet, you will see your patience and desire for it from waiting. ...

Wait, wait ...

Waiting for an excellent composition 12 today, my mother and I read a short story-

An American expert did an experiment. He found 10 four-year-old children, gathered them in a room, gave each child two pieces of candy, and then said to them, "Uncle will go out for a while and come back. If a child eats these two pieces of candy before I come back, I won't give him any more candy when I come back. " If you don't eat, I'll give you two more sweets when I come back. "Then he went out. Half an hour later, the expert came back and saw that some children had eaten the candy; Some wanted to eat, and their saliva flowed out, but they still refrained from eating; Some children sat there quietly, patiently waiting for him to come back and got the other two pieces of candy. Twenty years later, he visited these children and found that the children who waited patiently in those years had successful careers; Children who eat sugar are not so good when they grow up, because their self-control is poor.

After reading this story, my mother said, "Bobo, if you want to succeed, you must first learn to control yourself."

It's time for lunch Mother cooked rice. Dad can't wait to fill a bowl of rice and eat it very well. My mother said to me, "The newly cooked rice needs to be stewed in the rice cooker again 15 minutes before it is tender."

After hearing this sentence, I began to wait patiently.

15 minutes later, I filled a bowl of rice. It's really strong after eating it!

I have tasted the benefits of waiting patiently!

Waiting for excellent composition 13 I grew up waiting. When I was a child, I looked forward to the summer when my fingers were broken. When I grew up, I looked forward to the stars and the moon.

On weekends, I go to class in the hazy fog. On the way, I was suddenly attracted by a touch of green-an unknown wild flower sticking out of the corner, green leaves stretching in the wind, petite buds swaying in the wind, and it seems likely to be uprooted by the whistling wind. I can't help being fascinated. "Not good!" Suddenly, I was so excited that I was going to be late! Quickly spread your legs and go straight to the cram school. Looking forward to it, the bell finally rang. I was the first to rush out of the classroom and make a detour to see the delicate wild flower. Near noon, the sun caressed it and reflected a light on it. Its half-covered buds are also particularly beautiful because of the sunlight. I can't bear to leave here, and when I leave, I turn my head to take a look at this wild flower from time to time. From then on, I will come here every day to see this flower and wait for it to bloom quietly. One noon, it was cloudy outside, and the light rain gradually turned into a downpour. I can't help worrying about that delicate flower, fearing that it will be crushed by the heavy rain. After the rain cleared up, I made an excuse and went out. As soon as I stepped out of the house, I ran to the flower at once. It is still standing there, but its buds have bloomed. The jade beads on the petals are crystal clear in the sun and bloom with different brilliance. Finally, I waited for the flowers to bloom.

Waiting adds a touch of joy to life and makes life bloom with different brilliance.

Waiting for the excellent composition 14 is another long wait, an endless wait.

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He is a boy with excellent quality and knowledge, and was admitted to Tsinghua. In people's envious eyes, I stepped into the door of Tsinghua University. Who knew he had waited too long?

Less than a month after he was born, his mother eloped with a man, leaving him and his father to starve. The expenses and life of this family have always been borne by this unknown father.

In a blink of an eye, he has reached the age of going to school. In order to get him a good education, his father gave up drinking for more than 20 years and paid his son a meager salary to study.

But my son ignored his father's feelings and didn't study hard, so he stayed in the third grade of primary school. Beating and cursing can't make him study hard. Father finally gave up, and he didn't want to work hard on him. ...

Unconsciously, two years passed quietly. In the third grade, he was addicted to raising flowers!

When he saw tenacious flowers standing again and again in the wind and rain, standing proudly again and again, small flowers were planted in his heart.

In the future, he will always be the first in his class, no matter the big exam or the small exam. Only he knows how hard he works. The only relative, regardless of him, should take care of his life. After doing things, I learned all kinds of new knowledge in my mind. After countless waits, I finally got gratifying results. ...

Wait a little longer, maybe you will succeed!

Waiting for the excellent composition 15 that spring, a seed was deeply planted in my heart.

That night, it was breezy, all the lights were on, and bright stars were shining in the sky. I sat at my desk with bright eyes. I picked up the ink bottle in my right hand and gently poured the ink into the inkstone. Black ink makes my slender hands whiter. I took a deep breath, then picked up a brush, dipped it in ink in the inkstone, smoothed it again, and raised my hand to write the first word. However, the calligraphy seed in my heart has grown into a green bud.

I raised my brush and fell down slowly. I wanted to write a beautiful brush, but I thought that a word "big" was torn to pieces by me, and each stroke was like a black worm, wriggling on rice paper, but I never gave up. I continued to write, and the seeds of calligraphy have grown tender leaves.

As time went on, a string of brush characters appeared on the paper. I feel very gratified. I watched the Chinese characters on the paper change from four to one, only to find that this is the so-called "where there is a will, there is a way", and the seeds in my heart have blossomed and borne fruit.

The flowers in my heart are beautiful and happy. Only by waiting can I feel beautiful and happy.