In real life or work and study, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. You always have no way to write a composition? The following is 10 sweet talk composition I compiled for you. I hope it will help you.
Sweet talk composition 1 When I was a child, I especially liked to eat sugar because it was sweet. When I grow up, I find that there are many kinds of sweetness. For example, grandma's sweet and sour tenderloin is sweet, and dad's company is also sweet. ...
At that time, my parents were going to take me to a restaurant to eat delicious food. Unfortunately, it rained heavily that day and I couldn't go to the restaurant. I am as listless as a deflated ball, thinking: God won't help me, it must rain so hard at this time, which is really annoying! Grandma looked at my disappointed eyes and smiled and said, "grandson, do you want to eat sweet and sour tenderloin?" Hearing this, I am as excited as a wolf who has been hungry for several days and suddenly found a piece of meat. I immediately agreed: "Yes!" Grandma said cheerfully, "Wash your hands if you want to eat." I went to wash my hands at once, and soon grandma brought sweet and sour tenderloin. I was surprised and thought: how did grandma do it so fast today? Could it be prepared in advance? Grandma seemed to see my thoughtfulness and said, "I knew it was raining today and you couldn't go out." I know you want to eat, so I have already prepared it. " Come on, eat more. "Say that finish, grandma gave me a large piece of fish fillets. I enjoyed the delicious food beautifully, eating it in my mouth and being sweet in my heart.
I finished all my homework on a Friday afternoon. After dinner in the evening, my father said, "It's rare that there is little homework this time. Please do it quickly. Let me watch TV with you at night. " You know, dad is a workaholic, and work is more important in his heart than me. He spends little time with me. After listening to his words, I felt that happiness suddenly came, and my heart was as excited as a billowing wave. I'm going to enjoy father-son time in the evening. In the evening, we just turn on the TV and take out delicious food. Dad got a phone call. I vaguely heard the man say that he wanted my father to make a form, but my father continued to watch TV with me as if nothing had happened. I thought to myself: it must be that dad didn't finish his work, but why didn't he do it? Anyway, watching TV is very important. I soon forgot about it and stayed up watching TV on my father's shoulder.
The next morning, I got up and saw the light in the study was on. My father was working in front of the computer, and there was a teacup next to him, with only a little tea left. Dad seems to get up early, but last night ... I stood there for a long time without saying a word, and the moved tears flowed to my cheeks and then to my mouth. I feel that I am the happiest child in the world, and my heart is sweet.
Sweetness makes life better. We should cherish the sweetness in life.
Sweet talk composition 2 Among the ups and downs, sweetness is the most beautiful taste; Childhood has the sweetest traces; Love in those years is like a delicious dessert with endless aftertaste.
Speaking of sweetness, I think of colorful candy. My first memory of candy was brought to me by my grandfather. Every day after kindergarten, grandpa will bring me a handful of candy. Candies are piled in his hand, and each one is shining with a different color. Transparent sugar is like a dazzling diamond. When I close my eyes, I seem to feel that the cold sugar has brought me irresistible sweetness and filled my taste buds. I snatched it from his yellow skin and stuffed it into his mouth at random. Grandpa smiled as if he had eaten the sweetest sugar until it was sweet to his heart.
After primary school, grandpa went back to the country and went to see him for a long time. Every time he knew we were back, he stood at the entrance of the village early and looked around. The last time I saw him, grandpa seemed to be getting old. He was thin and haggard, and the wrinkles on his face deepened. He stood trembling in the wind with a cane and pulled out a handful of candy from the wind. "Eat quickly, I know you like candy best." Black hands like dead branches hold colorful sugar, like the most beautiful flowers. My eyes were red, and I waited for a while to look at my grandfather. The afterglow of the sunset falls on my grandfather and sugar, and the faint sweetness permeates my heart.
I said, "Grandpa, you eat." He still won't stop. Remembering the dribs and drabs of my childhood, I choked back my tears, carefully took the candy from his hand and peeled two, one for him and the other for me, which was very sweet.
The sweetness of candy has become eternal in my heart. Wherever I go, I will never forget the sweetness you once gave me.
Sweet talk composition 3 The sweetness of toffee makes people as happy as dancing on the pasture. The sweetness of lollipops and the mixed taste of sweet fruit and milk dance on the tip of the tongue; The success achieved after hard work is unforgettable.
Birds are singing, and the breeze is blowing in Xu Lai. I recite ancient poems fluently and walk to school with light steps. Today's Chinese exam has always been my strong point. I review it carefully and should not make any mistakes!
The ringing bell rang and the white papers were handed down like white waves. I stared at the topic carefully and held the pen tightly. The white paper was covered with black handwriting. When you encounter a "roadblock", you lower your head and think, racking your brains to search in your mind. When I saw the topic, my eyes shone with joy, my thoughts flowed like clouds, and my pen always kissed the paper. When I drew a perfect ending to the article, I checked it meticulously and didn't dare to be careless at all. It was not until the test paper was gently taken away that my tense nerves relaxed.
The sun is shining and white clouds are blossoming. The teacher finally finished correcting the test paper. I am staring at the white test paper in the teacher's hand, which is vaguely covered with hooks and forks. My heart is full of expectation and a little uneasy. I handed out the test papers. When the ghosts and wolves of my classmates rang in my ears and a series of happy laughter echoed in the back table, I was on pins and needles. Why haven't I got the test paper yet? Until the monitor raised his eyebrows and smiled at me with a test paper: "Congratulations!" "I can't wait to grab the test paper, right! Very good! 93 points! A big stone in my heart fell to the ground, and it was warm in an instant and spread all over my body. In the blue sky, birds are flying; Bright and charming flowers, is the butterfly telling?
I straightened up and felt a sweet smell in my heart. ...
Sweet words composition article 4 "Sweet, beautiful also. From sweetness, from tongue. Sweet words. " This is the meaning of sweetness in Shuo Wen Jie Zi. "Like the taste of sugar and honey; Beautiful; Happiness. " This is the meaning in the Chinese dictionary.
Sweet, can be the taste of candy, can be the feeling after praise, can also be the feeling of happiness to complete a thing.
On this day, I feel sweet, and sweetness makes me very happy.
Outside, the blue sky and white clouds, the breeze blowing gently through the treetops, birds chirping in the branches, and colorful flowers add a lot of beauty to the green carpet-like lawn. Toys can be seen everywhere in the house. On the coffee table, some books were spread out and thrown there. The back of the sofa was built into a castle by the naughty king. The "castle" is covered with a pair of long trousers, the chairs are askew, there is rubbish on the ground, and the apples "run" from the fruit bowl to the ground. ...
I have just finished all my homework, and I feel very happy. Seeing such a messy room, I couldn't help but frown: "It's too messy, too messy …" Suddenly I had a brainwave and thought that my mother would take my brother to the supermarket, and the house was in a mess, so I cleaned it up. Will my mother praise me?
Do it. I rolled up my sleeves, tied my hair, walked into the living room and started a "clean-up".
In the process of cleaning up, I was unfortunately injured, and my left index finger was injured by a needle that my mother accidentally left on the table, but it doesn't matter. After cleaning the wound, I put it on with a band-aid and continued my "small cleaning".
When I washed the last bowl and put it in the cupboard, my "small cleaning" officially ended. It's been an hour and a half. I suddenly collapsed on the sofa, weak, but look at the clean room I cleaned up, full of pride makes my heart a little sweet.
Mom came back, looking at the clean room, full of surprises, I don't believe I did it alone. After my explanation, my mother finally believed me, smiled with satisfaction and gave me a reward-a toffee! Although this reward is not big, it is already very good for me who is forbidden sugar. I can't wait to tear open the candy paper and put it in my mouth.
This piece of candy tastes bitter at first, but the more you eat, the sweeter it becomes. Isn't this just like my "little cleaning"? It's all bitter before sweet.
Life is full of ups and downs, just like a five-flavor bottle, with all kinds of ups and downs, but I still like that sweetness best.
Sweet talk composition 5 Our sweetness flows in life. Let me talk about the sweetness in life.
The sweetness in the taste. Mom just bought some fruit candy today, maybe it's because I love candy by nature. As soon as I got home, I grabbed one, opened a few and stuffed them all into my mouth. That smell has nothing to say!
Sweetness in life. When I came out to help my father throw garbage, I saw an old woman throwing garbage, too. I saw that her legs and feet were not good and she had a hard time walking. I immediately ran to get the garbage bag in her hand, ran to the intersection and threw it into the garbage truck with my garbage. After I came back, my grandmother praised me as a good boy, and my heart was sweet.
Sweetness in learning. Every Friday afternoon, we have interactive classes. In this class, we can do our homework and ask questions to the teacher. I usually do my homework, but I was stumped when I asked about the wisdom and benefits of doing math homework yesterday, huh? What the hell is this? Still like that? Is that so? After racking my brains, I was suddenly enlightened and finally came up with the correct answer. Feeling full of sense of accomplishment, my heart is sweet.
Sweetness in the game. Of course, there are more happy moments in the play. Yesterday, I started a gun battle with two classmates. At this time, I have loaded the bullet and prepared to fight. When I came to my territory, I heard footsteps not far away. I held my breath and looked out. Sure enough, one person is approaching another person's territory. My heart is exulting. The cat stood on tiptoe, trying not to make any noise. It slowly went around behind him and knocked down one easily. I kept looking, and suddenly I found another man poking his head out from behind the telephone pole and looking around. I quickly picked up a water gun and pointed it at his shoulder. "Bang!" I hit it again. "I won!" I jumped up with cheers. Yes, I won this time. I feel the sweetness of victory.
Well, the sweetness of today is over. I'm Zhang who is playing a gun battle.
Life is like a bottle with all kinds of ups and downs. We have tasted the bitterness of life and enjoyed the sweetness of life harvest.
I remember that it was at the beginning of the fourth grade, and my English was always excellent, and I entered the semi-finals of the national English contest like five passes. Since then, my learning rhythm has become busier. The teacher began to let the contestants who entered the semi-finals accumulate English words from grade four to junior high school, learn junior high school grammar and practice writing English compositions. When the first ray of sunshine fell on the earth, I had finished reading the words in front of my desk; In the evening, the last touch of sunset confiscated the heat of the earth, and I was still reciting that headache English composition. I can't remember how many times I walked on that dark road, tripped over obstacles with a dictionary in my hand, hit a telephone pole to understand grammar, and missed the last bus home from school for the so-called "ABC" ...
However, when I simulated the test again, the truth played a joke on me-the words and grammar were still wrong. After the exam every day, I annoyed the teacher again and again. My father looked at me and had to comfort me by saying that "participation is the most important thing". The look in his eyes after he turned around made me more determined: since I participated, I can't give up halfway. This is not me! So I picked myself up and started my "non-stop" efforts: I recited words and learned grammar during recess, eating and going to the toilet ... Dad seemed hopeless, and only my distressed grandfather accompanied me late at night. ...
Finally, I persisted until the eve of the game. After reading all the information, I went to the yard, but I heard my mother's voice choking: "Grandpa had a heart attack, and the rescue was ineffective ... He left ..." This sudden blow was like a blow. I rushed to the living room, shaking my grandfather's body and crying, "Grandpa, don't go! I don't want to win the prize … I don't want anything … I just want you to wake up … "But no matter how I called, Grandpa didn't open his eyes. That night, I stayed up all night, staring blankly at grandpa's legacy. His kind eyes seemed to say, "Son, no one can live forever. You must cheer up and play with a good attitude. " I gritted my teeth with tears in my eyes and picked up the book. ...
In the examination room, thinking of the teacher's exhortation, my father's expectation and my grandfather's last wish, I settled down to pick up a pen and wrote hard. After writing, check it over and over again. ...
A month after the game, I have forgotten about it. ...
September, a sunny day, the sky is so blue and flawless, birds fly happily in the sky and everything is so beautiful. I walked into the classroom as usual, and suddenly the teacher stopped me excitedly: "Min, you won the prize!" " "Her eyes sparkled like stars. Holding the certificate of merit in hand, I looked at the bright red characters of "the second prize of National Examination Class B", and tears could not stop flowing down the corner of my eyes to my mouth, which tasted as sweet as litchi! I skipped home, hurriedly took out the notice and showed it to my family excitedly. ...
The ancients said, "No pains, no gains." There is a kind of sweetness, which is the sweetness of harvest. As hard-won as honey!
Article 7 of the sweet talk composition "Far away, just around the corner" may be to describe my relationship with Sweet. Now I'm trying to calm down, feel sweet and tell you.
I like eating sugar so much that I even ignore the health of my teeth. When a small piece of translucent sugar slipped into my mouth, the sweet taste buds seemed to glow. Sweetness flows into the stomach and heart. My body and mind are happy. Sugar embraces my every feeling, and then slowly melts, giving me a unique warmth. Besides, I made an important discovery. Sugar sugar seems to be a children's doctor. When children cry in a mess, sugar can always "save the beauty". The sad child suddenly became happy.
Oh, the sweet effect is really a bit surprising!
Besides sugar, there are two things that really make me sweet to my heart.
The beginning of this story is a bit dark: there is a power failure in our school.
The whole classroom was dark, so we could only read by moonlight. The darkness was so quiet that I almost fell asleep. But at this moment, Zhang Chengyu in our class raised a shining flashlight! The teacher also hung it on the chandelier in our classroom!
I have never seen such a charming light. Like a soldier, it bravely defeated the darkness. The light that night was soft and bright. There are two lights on in the classroom: one in my heart and the other on the chandelier. ...
I was suddenly moved, and 55 people studied hard under the warm flashlight.
After school, I realized that there were many people with flashlights in other classes. Every flashlight is like a lighthouse, shining on the endless sea. On the second floor, the headmaster held the desk lamp high and stood upright, like a tree, a tree that people can rely on. On the first floor, countless teachers are holding mobile phones. Although the light on the mobile phone is very weak, it is very bright. The teachers stood in two rows, and those two rows of extremely bright light made my heart extremely warm.
The light of that day is the brightest I have ever seen, and it will bloom in in my heart forever. Sweet and touching.
Another story is about the first time I felt sweet.
On a hot summer day, I took part in a calligraphy competition. But it was planted when there was not enough time. Tears filled my eyes. In the dark, there are many gentle voices encouraging me, and I don't even know who they are. But they still came to my side and surrounded me with warmth. For a moment, I thought it was "the voice of God", which seemed absurd. But indeed, it is as beautiful as "God". Because these voices give me strength, let me write every stroke with warmth and perfection.
Sweet, as if an unforgettable fairy tale world. In Haizi's words, it gives me the feeling that "facing the sea, spring blossoms".
Sweet word composition 8 Sweet is a pictophonetic word. It has a tongue on the left and a sweetness on the right, which means that the tongue is sweet when it tastes sweet. In life, many things are sweet: sugar, cake, pudding ... In fact, in my opinion, friendship, an intangible thing, also contains sweetness!
That time, when I came home from school and went downstairs, I tentatively said to my grandfather, "Grandpa, I stopped the electric car today!" " "Grandpa agreed. After stopping the electric car, I went back to the corridor and went upstairs to go home. I don't know why, I feel very happy when I do my homework today, and I feel that time passes very quickly.
Another time, I saw grandpa laboriously moving a small sapling from upstairs and running to help. Let's carry it from the fifth floor to the small flower bed on the first floor and plant it together. Since then, I will go home every day after school to see its growth and often water it. It's fall here. Seen from a distance, there is a Huang Chengcheng on that short tree-it's an orange tree! I picked one and tasted it. Although not as sweet as I bought, it is sweeter than honey in my heart!
I clearly remember going to school by bus once. On the way, it suddenly began to rain in Mao Mao, and it rained heavily. At the school gate, the rain suddenly became bigger and the raindrops became bigger and more compact. It seems that as soon as I show up, I will be drenched. I searched the trunk quickly. Hey, here's a big umbrella! I'm lucky!
I went to the alley mouth and looked: Hey, why is there an old uncle standing? Think again, there are two legs sticking out from behind the poncho. Oh, it turned out that a junior didn't bring an umbrella! I hurried over and said to the uncle, "Uncle, didn't this classmate bring an umbrella?" I can take him to school. "He thanked me quickly, and I said," Never mind, I am an alumnus! " "Say that finish, I opened my raincoat, pulled him under my umbrella and protected him with an umbrella. We walk on the 100 meter road to school. It is raining outside, but it is very quiet inside. Arriving at the school gate, I broke the silence: "What's your name?" "My name is Yan Rui, and I come from Class Two (2)." He smiled mischievously. "Thank you, brother, or I'll be late!" "I thought to myself: Big Brother? How time flies in primary school! In a blink of an eye, I am already a big brother, and I can help my little brother and sister! Thought of here, I am also happy.
I sent him to the classroom. The moment he walked in, he turned around and gave me a big smile. Give someone a rose, and the hand has a lingering fragrance. I suddenly felt very relaxed and skipped back to the classroom humming a tune. In retrospect, Shirley and I are friends now!
Helping others makes me feel sweet. Don't be afraid to pay more, because what you get is-sweetness!
There are many flavors in life, but one flavor is the most beautiful, and that is sweetness.
It is sweet to be praised by the teacher. One day in the fourth grade of next semester, the Chinese teacher came into the classroom happily with several awards and said, "There is good news! Guess whose these prizes are? " The class immediately quarreled, some said it was Zhu's and some said it was mine. "yes! It belongs to He Qiu. He Qiu's composition was selected and his calligraphy works won the prize! He Qiu, come up and take pictures. " The Chinese teacher squinted with laughter. I walked onto the podium, holding the certificate, looking at the teacher's smiling expression, listening to the loud applause of my classmates, and my heart was sweet.
Helping others is sweet. One day, on my way home from school, a courier passed me on a motorcycle. Bang, a round courier dropped. I looked back and saw that my uncle had walked several meters away. I quickly picked up the courier and shouted at my uncle. After my uncle got the courier, he quickly thanked me. My heart is sweeter than eating honey.
It is sweet to get help from classmates. My physical strength is so poor that I can't accept high-intensity training. In a recent competition, the training of the badminton team was more difficult. The original 500 times of skipping rope became 700 times; Instead of running around the badminton court, it became three times. In addition, two laps of leapfrog, two laps of one leg, one lap of backward running, one lap of parallel running and forty push-ups were added. I can't walk after practice, and I feel dizzy and want to vomit. As soon as the students saw it, they quickly borrowed a bottle of essential balm from the infirmary, put it on my head and poured me a cup of warm water. Drink water and slow down. I'm much better. Looking at that glass of water, I feel that My Sweetie is in my heart.
In this crucible of life, there is one that tastes the most beautiful and sweet. Sometimes hidden in the teacher's smiling face, classmates' applause, sometimes hidden in strangers' thanks, and sometimes hidden in classmates' help. As long as we look hard, we will find it.
Sweet talk composition 10 Sweet, sometimes a taste, sometimes an emotion. Life has five flavors, sweet and sour, bitter and salty. The most experienced thing in life is bitterness and sweetness. As the old saying goes, you can only be a master if you have suffered. Only when you don't lose heart and don't give up in difficulties will you have talents and wisdom beyond ordinary people, and people will have amazing achievements. Only after experiencing hardships can you appreciate the value of success.
Candy, fruit and chocolate all have sweetness. But for emotion, I thought of that. In September of 20xx, when I stood on the podium of the champion, the sweetness of that moment could not be expressed in words. I remember that I was in poor health before learning to swim. I often caught a cold and had a fever when I first started training, but I still insisted on training. Although I can't go into the water, I still maintain my physical fitness and training level through land training. Although I am very bitter and tired, I am still trying. Slowly, my body is getting stronger and stronger, and my grades are improving bit by bit. Finally defeated the opponent in the competition and stood on the platform of the champion. Think about the persistence and hard work at that time, in exchange for the sweetness of final success.
Facts have taught me not to imagine that life is only sweet and not bitter. Bitterness-can make people awake and reflect. Sweet-can inspire and inspire people. Suffering first, enjoying later, life will be full of taste and hope. When I think of sweetness, the picture of standing on the podium of the champion will come to mind. This "sweetness" has always surrounded me, always guarded me and accompanied me.