In daily life or work and study, when it comes to composition, everyone must be familiar with it. Through composition, we can gather our scattered thoughts together. So how to write a good composition? Below is the essay I finally understand that I carefully compiled for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. Finally Understand Composition 1
I don’t know when, we began to challenge the “golden rules” of our parents, regard “going against” them as a kind of fun, and euphemistically call it “rebellion”.
In winter, we like to travel light, no matter how much our mother urges us or our father obstructs us in every possible way; when we get home, we don’t like to change into slippers first, but wear sneakers full of mud and walk all over the room. Every corner, watching my mother clean up the stains on the floor, we couldn't help but chuckle in our hearts; when we encountered our favorite TV programs, we would completely ignore my father's eyes focused on the news, quickly change the channel, and watch him helplessly enter the bedroom. Looking back, we feel the pleasure of success.
On one side is our challenge, on the other side is the tolerance of our parents. We are immersed in the world of self-created "personality" and feel proud of it, and we never tire of it.
But one day, we suddenly discovered that our parents had less and less control over us: my mother no longer asked about our welfare, and my father no longer cared about studying. For a time, we were extremely free, and the feeling of happiness was so refreshing.
Such days did not last long, and we had new complaints against our parents: "They are indifferent to me, they don't care about me!" We found the teacher to talk about our difficulties, and the teacher smiled: " Write a letter to your parents today to thank them for their kindness to you. "When it comes to writing, it seems to weigh a thousand pounds. Where is the kindness of my parents?" Close your eyes and go back to the past——
My parents’ goodies are hidden in their bulging schoolbags. Because I woke up too late and didn't have time to have breakfast, I hurried to school, sat down in my seat, and opened my schoolbag to pick up books. I found bread and bags of milk lying safely inside. Why did we turn a blind eye to such thoughtful care in the past?
The happiness of parents is hidden in their endless nagging: "Bring your textbooks and listen carefully in class!" "Get along well with your classmates and don't be petty!" "It's going to rain today, don't forget Bring an umbrella! "... Why did we turn a deaf ear to such a warm reminder in the past?
The goodness of parents is hidden in their broad tolerance. Our rebellious behavior was described by our parents as a normal reaction of adolescence, and they all accepted it; our unreasonable contradictory behavior was described by our parents as a time when children need to grow up, and they waited patiently; we repeatedly Hurt the people closest to us, but they never neglect us or give up on us.
At this time, we finally understood our ignorance and insignificance, and deep guilt came to our hearts. We always stubbornly believe that we can grow into towering trees without the education and guidance of our parents, but in fact we are really wrong.
Our rebellion not only failed to realize our ideals, but also caused us to lose many precious spirits and virtues. Now is the time we need to stop errors from happening.
Let us bid farewell to rebellion and cherish the goodness of our parents! Finally Understand Composition 2
He is now a student at Tsinghua University, but two years ago, he was no different from a waste - immersed in the world of online games all day long.
"Pa" slapped him in the face, but he still had a crazy expression on his face. His mother took him out of the Internet cafe by his ears, "Do you want to go to school well?" My father went out to work for your tuition for the next semester and fell down. Do you deserve him if he is still alive?" Looking at his angry mother, a trace of guilt arose in his heart, but it soon disappeared due to his addiction to the game. He knelt down. He came down and said to his mother: "Mom, if you let me play for one more week, I will stop and study seriously." His mother nodded and took out a wrinkled, sweat-soaked banknote and gave it to him. He immersed himself in the computer again. In the world, from that day on, he only focused on looking for a computer, while his mother was responsible for his three meals, including a fried egg for every meal. This lasted for a week, and he went to school as expected. Although sometimes the scenes of the game would appear in his mind, but He was forced to suppress it again. One day, his classmate Sun Liang suddenly invited him to go to the Internet cafe. He thought about it and went with him. They stayed there for four hours. When they walked out of the Internet cafe, it was already dark. Walking in a secluded alley, the two chatted about the game scene just now. After a while, they came to the corner of the country. A middle-aged woman was carrying a basket of eggs and shouted loudly, "Eggs are for sale, 2 yuan a pound." "Listening to this familiar voice, he looked and saw that it was his mother. She was also surprised when she looked at him. She wiped her hands on her apron and looked for something in her pocket. Suddenly, her mother took out a packet of dip. He held the stained one dollar tightly and stuffed it into his son's hand, and said, "Mom just earned this money. You use it to supplement living expenses. It's not enough to tell mom." He suddenly felt that the money was heavy and hot to the touch. He turned around Looking at his mother's back, he suddenly felt that her mother was much older. He felt that his throat was blocked, and he didn't know if it was sweat or tears that fell from his face and flowed into his mouth, feeling salty and bitter.
Over the years, he has become extremely impetuous and has forgotten where he came from. Now, his mother's back is carved into his heart one by one, awakening his sleeping heart.
This person is my brother. I have learned a lot from him, a lot... Finally understand composition 3
We walk towards the depths of life as usual, we are like As usual, I am gradually giving up, and then gradually firming up!
There is a feeling that is always recognized as "lovesickness" when one has insomnia.
There is a kind of fate that is always believed to be "eternal" after waking up from a dream.
There is a kind of look that is always seen as "nostalgia" when we break up.
There is a kind of mood that is always understood as "loss" after parting.
When you meet the right person at the right time, It is a kind of happiness;
Meeting the wrong person at the right time is a kind of pain;
Meeting the right person at the wrong time is a kind of helplessness;
Meeting the wrong person at the wrong time is a sigh.
There will be many regrets in life...
It is beautiful because it is not available...
It is better to keep some regrets in your heart...
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Sometimes appreciating regret is also a kind of scenery...
Quietly giving up, giving up a favorite but undestined friend;
Giving up something Emotions that are invested but have no results;
Give up a certain spiritual expectation; give up a certain thought.
At this time, a kind of sadness will arise, but this sadness does not prevent you from starting over.
Listen to the music again in the new time and space, and tell the story Again!
Because this is a natural farewell and abandonment, it is full of detached spirit, and therefore sad and beautiful!
There was a feeling that I wanted to make it forever.
After many years, I found that it had gradually disappeared.
Then we understand
What we hold in our hands is not necessarily what we really have;
What we have is not necessarily what we really have. Engraved in my heart!
In fact, many times in life you need to give up consciously!
There are too many beautiful things in the world.
We have been yearning for and pursuing the beauty that we do not have.
Busy in order to gain.
In fact, what you really need is often understood only after many years of experience, and you may even spend your whole life without knowing where it will end!
As for the good things we already have, we have a sense of anxiety and worry because of the experience of often gaining and losing them.
The sigh of the setting sun, the worries of blooming and falling flowers, life is inherently unhappy! Finally Understand Composition 4
Do you know what meditation is like? Have you ever tried what true meditation feels like?
One morning, I finally found the feeling of meditation. That morning, I took calligraphy class as usual. But I started learning calligraphy in the second grade, and by the time I reached the fifth grade, I had not made any great progress. During class, my mind was not on the classroom at all, but had already drifted out the window with the birds and butterflies. At this time, the teacher saw that I was distracted, came over and patted me on the shoulder, and said: "The structure of your character..." I only listened to half of the teacher's words. My personality is like an unruly and naughty little tiger, and I can't calm down at all. Seeing that I was distracted again, the teacher patted me on the shoulder again and said, "Actually, you can write calligraphy very well, but you haven't worked 100% on it. You must calm down and write calligraphy." There is no need to rush.”
I thought to myself: “Is this true?” Time is tough anyway, so I might as well try to calm down.
I adjusted my mentality and started writing with all my concentration. Start writing, write writing, stop writing; one stroke, one horizontal stroke, one vertical stroke... I wrote intently on the copybook.
The clock on the wall was still ticking, ticking, and as for me, there were a few drops of sweat dripping from the hand holding the pen. That is the result of my hard work. And what about the pen in your hand? It is like a "spiritual pen" that I spent all my energy to forge. It can be said that "man and pen are one".
"Tick-tock", "tick-tock", the teacher glanced at the clock and said to the students, "get out of class is over." The students crowded out of the classroom. Only I slowly raised my head and saw that my handwriting was four or five times better than usual, and I felt happy in my heart. The teacher came over and praised me. He also picked up a red pen and drew a series of red double circles on me. I'm happier. This gave me a taste of the sweetness.
I seem to know what meditation is, because I understand the feeling of calming down. Not only calligraphy, I can also meditate in other aspects. In the first calligraphy test, I won the "Level 4" in one fell swoop. He also won the special prize in the national calligraphy competition. When I recall that day now, I feel extremely happy!
Meditation is actually concentration. With focus, you are halfway there. I feel extremely proud and proud of myself! Finally Understand Composition 5
The experience of growing up is like the stars in the night sky, some are bright, some are dim, some are wonderful, some are dull, some are touching, and some are regretful, but that time is Like a shining star, it illuminates my middle school life and makes me grow. I am grateful.
The young man didn’t know what it was like to be sad. He entered the middle school campus with a thirst for knowledge, curiosity, and ignorance. As soon as the fresh excitement passed, troubles came one after another. The strict bed rules of boarding life made me breathless. , my roommate’s snoring late at night kept me awake. All kinds of discomfort gave me a strong desire, and I asked my mother to study day school. My mother rejected me face to face and scolded me severely, saying that I must train myself in school and that boarding would be conducive to my growth.
One word, one person, one poem, one thing, one lesson can change your life, let you understand a truth, and achieve your life. Finally Understand Composition 7
Carrying my schoolbag and luggage, I came to Guangyi with my parents’ warnings and reluctance. I thought I was ready to face junior high school life, but I was caught off guard by the junior high school life that came as promised. The housekeeping that was originally done by my parents at home made me feel deeply uneasy and disgusted when I first arrived.
It was a dull afternoon. I had just finished dinner and returned to the dormitory building with an uneasy and pounding heart. I slowly approached the housekeeping office as if I had done something sinister. The whiteboard for the evaluation---I pray in my heart: It must not be me who has the problem! Definitely a bonus!
However, my name is still written dazzlingly on the whiteboard, and there is another problem with my internal affairs! Guilt and panic quietly came to my mind, and the idea of ??going home gradually came into my mind. Every day in this new environment is a torture! I returned to the dormitory disappointed.
Suddenly, it started to rain outside the window. A lone wild goose flapped its wings and flew alone in the rain. From time to time it made a sad cry, as if calling the wild geese. Has it been abandoned? Or is it falling behind because it cannot keep up with the flock of geese migrating south? I couldn't help but feel a surge of sympathy in my heart.
At this time, am I not just like this lone wild goose - the reason why it was abandoned by the wild geese is just because of the cruelty of reality? Doesn’t it have any responsibility of its own? Blaming others is only a choice for the weak. Will the strong make excuses for themselves? If a person cannot be independent, won't he be abandoned and forgotten like this lone goose? We cannot rely on others all our lives. We will grow up, need independence, and have the courage to fight our way alone in this indifferent world. Otherwise, it will only be forgotten and abandoned by reality. What's more, I am just a housekeeper and can't do such a small thing? How could I give up because of such a small setback?
I turned around, leaned down, and began to sort out my own affairs bit by bit - face it bravely, take responsibility independently, and take action.
If the goal of life is the brilliance on the other side of the cliff, then independence is the bridge between the cliffs. Know how to be independent and move forward fearlessly. Finally understand composition 8
In the past, I have always been a person who gives up easily: looking at a difficult problem that I can’t solve, I just put it on the table; I can’t learn any special skills, and I always shout To give up. Therefore, I haven’t tried much of the taste of success after perseverance.
At that time, I was preparing for the grade exam. I had just finished the class that day, and I was thinking: The grade exam is too tiring, and learning an instrument is too hard. So what if I don’t learn? At this time, my mother happened to bring back two pots of gardenias. The green leaves and white flowers were clustered together, which was really beautiful. The family placed two pots of gardenias on the balcony, with soft sunlight shining on them and the fragrance lingering throughout the room.
"Boom--" I had just finished class that day, and when I ran home out of breath, there was thunder and heavy rain outside. I walked into the bedroom and looked out at the balcony through the window. Two pots of gardenias were receiving the baptism of the storm. One of the pots of gardenias was swayed by the wind and tilted left and right by the rain. My originally calm heart suddenly became nervous.
The other pot of gardenias was not beaten from side to side like the previous pot of gardenias. Instead, it was calm and composed, without flinching in the wind and rain, as if to say: "Let the storm come more violently." Let’s get some!” I was surprised by this pot of flowers.
Later, I moved the two pots of flowers back to the room and placed them in the living room. A few days later, the pot of gardenia that was swayed by the wind and rain became withered; and the pot of gardenia that stood proudly in the wind and rain bloomed again, showing the fruits of persistence. . How tenacious the vitality of flowers is! Even after experiencing setbacks and blows, he still persevered tenaciously, and finally stood up calmly and showed the results of his efforts to the world.
I was greatly shocked in my heart: If flowers can do this, why can’t I even persist? I was greatly encouraged, and there were ripples in my heart...
This pot of gardenia, like my teacher, pointed out the direction of my life, and I had the belief to persevere in my heart, and Is it a hurdle that can’t be overcome? This pot of gardenia is like a beacon in my life. It makes me no longer as confused as before. If I have a dream in my heart, will I still have no motivation? I returned to the interrupted training camp for the exams, and I no longer felt as confused and unwilling as before.
Later, I encountered many setbacks and tribulations, but when I thought of that pot of gardenias, I would secretly cheer myself up and help me overcome each hurdle. Yes, how can you taste success if you don't work hard when going through hardships? That day, after I played every note accurately in the exam room, I was so excited and joyful that it was hard to express. Tears of joy flowed out and crossed the corners of my eyes... I was proud of my persistence!
I wish to be a person who works hard and perseveres. When I taste the tastes of life, I can continue to persevere and taste the success brought by perseverance... Finally understand composition 9
"Okay, I'll be right away."
I reluctantly broke away from the temptation of the sofa, put on a coat and hurried out the door. ——It was raining heavily outside, and the huge raindrops hit the roof of the balcony awning, making a violent "bang bang" sound, deafening, like countless bombs. The window outside the window was as dark as splashed ink, and suddenly there was a "bang", and the white light of thunder and lightning flashed so hard that I couldn't open my eyes.
I stepped out of the door, and the wind passed in front of me, causing me to tremble - with a "pop", the door closed by itself. I walked to the elevator door, and the red numbers that usually appeared were gone—the elevator was broken!
I walked to the elevator entrance. The sound of my shoes scraping against the cement became smaller and smaller along the stairs, as if this road would never end. I was wandering in the elevator and stairs, when the familiar ringtone of my cell phone rang: "Hey, the fruit in my hand is almost rotten and you haven't come to deliver an umbrella yet, hurry up!" The voice on the phone was also replaced by the voiceless voice. The road to the end was swallowed up. I frowned and stared at the nearby floors. I pursed my lips, took a few deep breaths, and pretended to be calm to comfort myself: It's okay. Just go home and call someone. . I knocked hard on the door frame, but there was no sound of footsteps inside. I suddenly became afraid and my steps gradually became faster and faster.
I can only embark on an endless journey of terror.
"The river flows eastward, and the stars in the sky join the Big Dipper!..." I roared loudly, as if such a dark corridor could be brighter. The moonlight outside the glass window came in, and I unconsciously Looking out, I could see that I was stunned. Suddenly my heel touched a fleshy object, and a huge black shadow flashed past me. I felt a chill all over my body: "Ah!——" I screamed miserably. It spread throughout the corridor.
When I walked to the fourth floor, the glass was sealed and everything turned into a rough cement curtain wall. I didn’t even have to stretch my hand, and all my fingers were gone. I felt even more panicked: If I met Bad guy, what should I do if I can’t run away? What if there are mice down there? It's so dark down there, how can I get downstairs? I held the wall with one hand and carefully tested the obstacles in front of me with the other hand. I deliberately stepped hard on the floor, and the sound I made was my only companion in the journey, even if it was fleeting.
The sound of returning became smaller and smaller, and a yellow halo of light came from the front. I rushed forward. That was hope and victory!
I found my mother, and like every mature man, I naturally took the heavy bag, and then told me what happened just now. She praised: "You are so capable! My child! Are you afraid?" "Afraid?" I was a little angry, "It's only a nine-story journey."
Growth is just a little bit It's difficult to move even an inch, but as long as we break through that little bit, we will be greeted by endless beautiful scenery and applause.
Finally Understand Composition 10
If hard work is the bridge between dreams and reality, then persistence is the hope of turning dreams into reality. If hard work cannot be implemented into daily actions, then no matter how lofty and meaningful the dream is, it will not be worth the persistence of a fool.
I remember it was a winter evening. I was leaning against the stove and watching TV. A beautiful piano sound came out and surrounded my ears. The pianist’s passionate performance suddenly made me feel less. cold. From then on, the seed of infinite longing for the piano began to sprout in my heart.
When I was 5 years old, I finally got my wish and came to a piano store to learn piano. The first time I took the class, the teacher praised me for my talent in learning the piano. After studying for half a year, my piano skills have improved to a certain extent, and I have also learned some good music. The most fearful thing in life is to become arrogant after learning a little bit. Ironically, this mentality grew within me to the point where I sometimes went a week without touching a key. Until one time, the teacher severely criticized me, saying that my technique was wrong and the keys were not strong enough... I was very frustrated and thought that the worst possible outcome would be to stop learning.
My mother learned about my situation from the teacher. After get off work that day, she gave me some tickets: "I will take you to a concert tomorrow." I was not willing, but I had already bought the tickets. Still nodded in agreement.
Violin, guzheng, erhu and other programs were all on stage one by one, but I just felt that these programs seemed to lack some charm. Finally, the piano came on, and several teenagers about my age gracefully walked onto the stage, bowed, and started performing. I was a little tired at first, but the more I listened, the more fascinated I became. Sometimes the voice was gentle and light like a fresh and refined little girl, and sometimes it was strong and powerful like a warrior with high morale. That long-awaited flavor is here! This is the unique feature of the piano. I began to envy the young people on the stage, their skilled piano skills, and the flowers and applause they received. I secretly made up my mind, even they can do it, why can’t I do it!
After returning home, my whole life seemed to have turned 180 degrees. I started practicing the piano again every day, sometimes for three hours at a time. I had mastered the music taught by the teacher very well. , I have more confidence in my heart. Day after day, year after year, the rings of time went round and round. I kept practicing without stopping, skipping grades all the way, and successfully passed the amateur piano test level 10. One day, the teacher told me that I should prepare "Croatian Rhapsody" for the New Year's concert. At that time, I couldn't believe my ears. I looked out the window. The tall trees seemed to be encouraging me, the flowers seemed to be cheering me on, and the white clouds seemed to be applauding me. I finally had the opportunity to stand on the stage, and that spontaneous joy was the most wonderful enjoyment that the piano brought me.
At the New Year’s concert, I sat backstage excitedly and nervously waiting to appear. The host read my name, I came on, I finally came on! Sitting in front of the piano, I started my performance. Sometimes the music is sonorous and sonorous, as if it expresses my inner joy; sometimes it is patchwork, but it tells a story with a unique charm; sometimes it is low and gentle, as if it is telling me that this opportunity to perform does not come easily... The sound of the piano is loud. However, the audience was silent, followed by thunderous applause!
This applause is an affirmation of my hard work and perseverance over the past few years, and it also makes me understand that having a dream is just a kind of intelligence, and realizing a dream is a kind of ability, and persistence is like the engine on a ship. A bright light on the route, only by persevering and moving forward in the set direction can we reach the other side of success!