2. If time can go back, a composition written in verse or lyrics.
Time is like a mountain stream, gone forever, like a meteor flying in a hurry. People's time is always limited. As the saying goes, "an inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time." Doesn't this mean that time is precious? Since time is so precious, if only time could go back!
People always make mistakes. When they do something wrong, it is too late to regret it. If time can go back, can't they make up for what they did wrong? And you can go back to that innocent childhood and experience that "golden" feeling again. Isn't that a good thing? If I could go back in time, I would like to go back to Denmark in the19th century, back to the age of a little match girl, and bring people like her to modern times to make them feel what happiness is.
If time could be turned back, the world might be peaceful. When people see the evil consequences of war, they will understand the danger of war. World War I and World War II, the Nanjing Massacre, the atomic bombing in Hiroshima, Japan and other appalling things would not have happened, so many innocent people would not have died from gunfire, and countless lives would not have trembled in the shadow of war.
If time could go back, there might be a new scene on the earth. When future generations realized environmental protection, the Yellow River would not be half a bowl of sand and half a bowl of water as it is now; The loess plateau may be a green, vibrant and prosperous scene; That big desert will disappear in this world.
Going back in time is so good, why don't you create it? You know, this is a distant dream, an unimaginable dream, a dream that I don't know how to accomplish, and a beautiful dream that inspires people to create! Learn science well and study hard from now on. I will try my best to realize this dream.
3. Ask for quotations from ancient poems or famous sayings. At the beginning of the composition, the teacher asked us to collect five quotations from ancient poems or 1, "The sword is sharpened, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold." Everything can only succeed if it goes through difficulties and obstacles. Since I experienced that incident, I suddenly understood this truth. (The following is to write about that event. ) 2. "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby." On the occasion of Mother's Day, let's have a holiday for our mother! 3. "If the young don't work hard, the old will be sad." We should cherish the present time and study hard so that we can achieve something in the future. 4. "Perseverance makes a stone open." In our life, only through unremitting efforts can we succeed. 5. "Friendship is the bright light of our life." Ever since I read Charlotte,
4. Use poetry or lyrics as the topic of composition, which should be philosophical and aesthetic, not too abstruse. If life is just like the first time, it is just ordinary and gentle, and the ceremony is like a dream.
Falling flowers cover the path, and acacia is full of flowers and rain. I am also sentimental, but when the bar falls, plum blossoms are like snow and still full.
Things broke out in the Six Dynasties, and people went into fishing and firewood to buy flowers and wine, unlike the lost juvenile boat, Jianghai spent the rest of his life.
The spring scenery is infinitely good, so the old friend has human feelings. It has nothing to do with the romantic heart, but the string says acacia.
Wine turns into homesick tears. I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. Spring sorrow is full of papers and vows in an empty door. I still love fireworks.
Color is like flowers, life is like leaves, and spring is still a kind of acacia. Who should I spend time with when I am in two places?
Listen to the rain behind closed doors and make the old year prosperous, but it will eventually be lost to the new green mountains and green waters in this spring. We should cherish the people in front of us.
I was young, so I missed my date with Qin Lou to synthesize my worries. It has been ten or twenty years since I left people's hearts for the lovesickness in autumn.
Yes, Ren is a ruthless and moving city. Don't lose your hatred, don't break the new orange like the sword of the river and the moon.
And left a night photo among the flowers, but the man seldom knew his friend in the dim light. Whoever listened to the peach blossom that year was hard to give up and accept.
The world of mortals ages easily, but this life is hard to find, but I don't take the title in the smoke, and I go to be a fisherman by the river alone.
Mao Yan is low and small, with green grass everywhere and gurgling streams. When Yun Qi sat and watched, he became thinner, and his plate should be full of beautiful moons.
I don't know who the guest in my dream is. Life is full of infatuation and lovesickness, but I have never been idle. Leaving people behind is heartless and moving.
The song is the end of the peach blossom fan, and the smell of the world is that the stars turn in autumn, and things are different.
A childhood composition quotes a poem (with a childhood poem at the beginning): "I didn't know the moon when I was a child, so I called it a white jade plate." I suspect it's Yaotai Beijing, flying at the end of Qingyun Mountain. " Li Bai's Journey on the Gulangyue always reminds me of my childhood. I stared at the beautiful years, set foot on my way home, looking forward to the dream entrusted by the rose, looking forward to the blessings brought by the years, daydreaming about the blueprint of future life and admiring it. Looking back on the past 4,000 days and nights, I suddenly realized that the innocence and dreams of childhood, sailing quietly and drifting quietly with time, left me with a wave-like ocean of life ... once frolicking, laughing, innocent, and the cute doll with beautiful big eyes that followed in that dream, all became precious title pages in my memory. When I was a child, I only knew that there was beauty in the world. I only know that there is good, not evil. I know too little and understand too little. In that innocent childhood, I had to move forward and let my tender little hands playfully fiddle with the warm river and the soft beach. I once fished for stars in the river, believing that the brightest one must belong to me; I once picked fruits from trees and enjoyed the fruits of my labor with relish. I used to dance for my small achievements; I once threw a sincere coin into a beggar's rice bowl ... until now, my ears are still ringing with a string of silvery laughter playing with my friends. Until one day, everything I had was put into my schoolbag and stuffed into the long road to bid farewell to my childhood. Adults say that this is the beginning of growth. When I grow up, I will no longer playfully entangle the river and leave happy footprints on the beach. I just sat quietly, listening to the sound of the river flowing quietly. Let your songs drift away with the river, let your wings fly and let your dreams fly. Remember, remember what you should remember-the sky that once belonged to me, the childish road left on the clouds in the sky that day, naive poems, a string of happy laughter. Forget it, forget what you should forget-whether it is good or bad, a case of right and wrong, a trace of lingering. When the wind is still blowing, it can't blow away the lead of childhood; When the sea keeps beating, it can't wash away the traces of childhood. When I suddenly looked up and looked back, a string of long footprints had been left on the grass. Looking into the distance, the footprints gradually fade away or even disappear. I know that when I walk a distance, many footprints will disappear in my field of vision. My heart is throbbing. Isn't this life? The passage of time will drown out many past events, and many new things will appear. It inspires me in my life. Once you set foot on the journey of life, you should walk well and don't have to look back. The sun went down and there were stars all night. After losing my childhood, I still have more pursuits.
6. The real hero is to quote composition at the beginning of the lyrics.
"Seize every minute of your life, go all out to dream in your heart, how can you see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? No one can succeed casually ... "This is the lyrics of the familiar melody" True Hero ". Every time I sing this song, I think of one thing.
It was a stormy afternoon, and I stayed at home alone, worrying about one thing-piecing together thousands of pieces into a painting. I looked at the debris on the ground stupidly, trying to spell out this picture, but I didn't know where to start. I was only five years old. How do you spell these thousands of flat maps? Because the plan only has the sky and an airplane, I put the pieces of the same color together, that is, I separate the white from the blue. I separate the head and tail of the plane, first point them at the picture together, then put them on the front and back, find out the remaining fragments of the plane and put them in the middle of the head and tail respectively. "yes! I finished spelling the plane! ! ! "I shouted. Cousin turned to look at the past, looked at his watch again and said, "You are amazing! I have been fighting for the plane for more than two hours. The plane is the simplest. Next, I will fight for the sky. This is the most difficult part of the whole painting. " My cousin smiled with his stomach in his arms. I also know that. The whole sky is almost blue. How do you spell it?
I picked up the blue fragments and pieced them together slowly in front of the picture. At this time, I feel strange. How to spell it doesn't seem right. I was exhausted after the plane fight. I racked my brains to give up. At this time, my cousin saw that I wanted to give up and said, "Forget it, I'll fight with you!" " "In this way, my cousin and I fought side by side. After more than an hour, we finally finished playing! I saw this picture and felt a little relieved. This is the real success.
After this incident, I know: how can I see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? No one can succeed casually. This moment reminds me of Zhang Haidi's words: there will never be a beautiful rainbow on a sunny day, and there will never be a holy snow lotus in a greenhouse with a pleasant climate.