I love topic composition 1 On the roadside where I go to school, tall pine trees stand tall and straight on both sides. Green vines are wrapped around the branches of pine trees and water pipes on the roadside. There are green leaves and beautiful morning glory on the vine. Morning glory is purple, blue and red ... very beautiful. Morning glory has meaning all its life. It has been silently dedicated to people and only dedicated to life. In the storm, its beautiful flowers add a little vitality and green to the rainy world; In the sun, it absorbs carbon dioxide crazily, shortening its precious life, for what? In order to give people and animals some indispensable oxygen. ...
I took the morning glory to the roadside and watched this beautiful morning glory carefully. Morning glory is one of the most common wild flowers in our countryside. Although "wild", it is also beautiful. From a distance, so many morning glories, like small speakers, are playing beautiful music one after another. Look carefully, it is trumpet-shaped, no wonder people call it morning glory! At the top of the "corner", there are some tiny patterns, crystal dew lying on them, reflecting dazzling light. Petunia hides a bunch of stamens, which are slender and have a small ball at the top. The whole morning glory looks so beautiful. It's really "green vine around hairpin, brush Qing Xiang." Ah!
I watched, deeply immersed in the ocean of flowers, holding tightly like morning glory. When the wind came, my friends and I started gymnastics and danced in the wind. The wind stopped, and I stayed quietly, listening to the concert of birds, as if I heard the sound of nature; Watch the bug sports meeting, they keep clapping and cheering for a place ... ah! What a comfortable and leisurely life!
I love morning glory!
I like topic composition 2. In spring, flowers are in full bloom on campus, and the fragrance of flowers is fragrant and refreshing; In summer, the sun is shining, and flying butterflies shuttle among the flowers, adding a little embellishment to the beautiful campus; In the crisp autumn, students are playing on the playground, like happy birds; In the snowy winter, the snow is like a white carpet all over the floor, and we are comfortable to step on it. Blink of an eye, I have spent six spring, summer, autumn and winter in my alma mater.
In the past six years, there have been laughter and tears. Every time I hear the leaders praise our class on the school radio; Every time I heard that I was rated as a "three good students"; Every time I read my own manuscript at the sports meeting ... nothing is more proud and exciting than these.
On a Friday last semester in Grade Five, the counselor suddenly found me and said that I was selected as the standard bearer this week because of my progress in study. After hearing this, I was stunned at first, and then thought: The teacher trusts me, and I must work hard! From that day on, I have been practicing the standard flag-raising movement. But contrary to expectations, at the moment of raising the flag, I was a little nervous and at a loss. "Hey, hey, too fast!" The flag bearer next to me reminded me. I woke up from a dream, and the national flag was about to be raised before the music was over ... In this way, I screwed up the flag-raising ceremony that should have been carried out smoothly. At that time, I shed sad tears and secretly made up my mind: if I have another chance, I must successfully complete this solemn flag-raising ceremony and win glory for my class. ...
I love my alma mater, because he educated me to become a talent, and I also like all kinds of activities he organized: red scarf trading market, hard pen calligraphy competition, little dance star singing competition ... these colorful activities make our campus life more interesting.
I love you, alma mater! I must cherish the good learning environment you gave me more; Cherish the friendship between teachers and students more; Try harder to add luster to you.
In winter, Mother Earth took off her golden coat, put on her white cotton-padded jacket and fell asleep quietly.
It is no longer a golden world, but a white world.
Early in the morning, I first came to the yard and looked at the beautiful pot of wintersweet. It's really blooming! After watching the beautiful and vigorous wintersweet, I quickly washed it, put on my schoolbag and walked lightly on the snowy road. A snowflake fell on my hand and I stuck out my tongue and tasted it. Snow turned out to be tasteless, just special ice, which made my throat feel cool instantly. I stepped on the white snowflake all the way. When I came to school, my heart was already in the square, and I had a mind to study! Coincidentally, we are about to learn a text about snowflakes, which aroused my mind. I've watched it about thirty times! But I just can't get enough of it. After school, we began to have a snowball fight in the road team. We are no worse than boys. Every time those boys were beaten out of the water by us girls, but we were also beaten several times. Then I made a snowman with my good friend, and it took two hours to make a little old man as high as a table, with beaded eyes, stone buttons, broom arms and carrot nose. Very interesting. Skiing again. I sat on the board, and my brother tied one end of the board with a rope and pulled me to play. Very interesting! These are my indispensable entertainments in winter. Sometimes, I will find a piece of snow to paint, draw a world with snowflakes fluttering, or leave my happy handprints and footprints, and then write down my name so that my happiness can be with the white world. In the evening, I will sit on the windowsill, open a small window, quietly listen to wonderful songs, feel the cold airflow outside the window, and eat jiaozi brought by my mother from my grandmother's house with relish.
Because only in winter can we have snowball fights, make snowmen, sledge together and chase and play in the snow, even if we fall a few times, we are happy, so we especially like winter.
I love topic composition 4. Six years have passed in an instant. Time is like water in a river. It only flows away, not back. Primary school time is always the most unforgettable; This is a dream season, and everything looks colorful; This is another series of childish and ridiculous years, leaving many fragments full of childlike interest; There are fruit trees, bamboo forests, rabbits and cicadas these days ... which makes me want to stay here forever, but it's impossible, because I'm a sixth-grade student and I'm going to say goodbye to my primary school career in 20 days. I can't forget everyone and everything in my alma mater.
Goodbye, I love this big playground. I used to do broadcast gymnastics here every day, listening to the headmaster's teaching, playing and chasing. How wonderful all this is! It gave us a vast venue for physical education class's "training" and competition; It develops the "body" in our "morality", "intelligence" and "beauty".
Goodbye, I love the century-old wax tree. Lashu, you have stood in our second primary school for hundreds of years, and you have been making this contribution to us. In spring, avoid the drizzle under the wax tree; Hiding under wax trees in summer to avoid the scorching sun; In autumn, pick up fallen leaves and make a fire under the wax tree; Have a snowball fight in winter and make a snowman under a wax tree. This makes us extremely happy.
Goodbye, I love Class 6 (2). A classroom full of reading sounds every day; A classroom full of laughter; A classroom that teaches me infinite knowledge;
Goodbye, my dear classmates. The classmate who accompanied me for six years helped me when I was helpless; Comfort me when I am in a bad mood; Laugh at me when I'm depressed.
Goodbye, I love my teacher. My teacher, like a gardener, waters the flowers of the motherland with hard sweat. Let's compete to open up. My teacher, you are the breeze, and I am the grass blown by you. Except you, who blows my young heart in the hot sun?
Farewell, my dear alma mater, you are my forever mother.
Alma mater is the cradle of our growth, and we are like children in the cradle, growing up healthily and happily in the cradle; Alma mater is our happy harbor, and we are like boats, sailing from the dock of ignorance to the harbor of knowledge. Alma mater, a thousand words can't describe our feelings for you. Little tree by the roadside, do you still remember that ignorant me when I was a child? Grass around you, do you still remember that ignorant me when I was a child? At the same time, I want to say "thank you, alma mater!" " Dedicated to my alma mater who has been with me for six years.
Recalling the past dribs and drabs, I can't help but feel a sour feeling in my heart! In this happy six years, I want to thank my teacher, because my teacher taught me the truth of being a man and infinite knowledge!
When I first stepped into the campus, I was particularly afraid of everything. Walking into the classroom and looking at strange faces, I have an unspeakable feeling. Many children are looking at me, and I am a little shy.
When I was in the second grade, I already had my own good friends and study partners. After class, I will whisper to my good friends and tell them what I think.
I'm in grade three, and I'm about to part with my first teacher and good friend, and I feel a little reluctant to part. However, I believe that we will meet again one day.
In the fourth grade, I joined another class, a new group. At first, I can only chat with my classmates and chat. Soon, I met a good friend, and she got along well with me. In this way, I met my first good friend in this class.
I am no longer the naive child in the fifth grade. I have grown up, and I am already a sensible and mature teenager.
Time flies, the sun flies, and in a blink of an eye, I have been in the sixth grade, and I have grown up a lot, and my study task is getting heavier every day.
I want to thank my alma mater, because it makes me grow up healthily and happily.
I like topic composition 6. I like lotus flowers. Every summer, when the lotus is in full bloom, I always go to the West Lake to enjoy the richness of the lotus.
This year's summer has come again, and the lotus beside the West Lake is going to bloom again, right?
I opened the photo album and looked at the lotus flowers last summer. In this photo, the lotus is in bud, and the petals are tightly held together, just like a mature peach. Lotus leaf is surrounded by a green umbrella bag, with water droplets on it, shining like crystal pearls under the sunlight. The second photo is the biggest lotus in this pool. Speaking of this lotus flower, I can't help but think of what happened that day: my father asked me, "Why do you like lotus flowers?" I replied, "Because of its beautiful posture, there is a fragrance that can only be smelled on it, which can make people forget the sorrow of the day." Dad told me: "Lotus is lotus. Lotus, also called lotus, is an aquatic herb. Lotus has made great contributions to mankind. Not only can the flowers be seen, but in August, the lotus withered, leaving only a green receptacle with twenty or thirty lotus seeds hidden inside, and the fresh lotus root was the first in the mud at the bottom of the pool. Lotus seed is a delicious tonic and can also be used as medicine to treat diseases; Lotus root can also be eaten raw or made into lotus root powder, which is a cool food in summer. You see, the lotus plumule is gorgeous and enchanting in the mud. The farther it smells, the more beautiful it feels, so the ancients called it-sludge-free. As I said, lotus not only has a beautiful appearance, but also has a noble spirit. " ..... There are many photos about lotus flowers: some hide behind leaves, revealing half of their faces, like shy little girls; Some stick their heads out from the lotus leaves, slim and graceful, and smile like flowers. Occasionally, a breeze blows, and the lotus will sway with the wind, just like countless beautiful little fairies dancing on the lake in green skirts.
The charm of lotus leaves a deep impression on me. Are you intoxicated in the sea of flowers?
I love topic composition 7, which warms my heart and is the most secure place in my heart.
I have a happy and warm home: there is a loving father at home; Strict mothers, they gave me meticulous care and love.
In my heart, my mother has always been hardworking. Every time I open my hazy eyes, my mother has brought a nutritious breakfast to the table. Whenever I finish school, my mother has cleaned the house; Whenever I fall asleep, my mother is still washing my clothes. ...
I remember one time, I didn't come home immediately after school. My mother, who came to pick me up from school, didn't see my shadow and jumped with anxiety. While looking for me everywhere, she kept calling the security guards of her classmates and teachers, but she couldn't find it anywhere except not calling the police! That day, my mother cycled around the whole school street three times before she found me who had just come out of my classmate's house. As soon as I got home, my mother gave me a solid lesson. At that time, I was particularly ashamed, and I deeply realized that only my mother would be so anxious and worried, and that kind of love for me was beyond ordinary people's understanding!
"Jingle bell", accompanied by a doorbell ringing and a familiar cough, I shouted with excitement: "Dad, you are back!" . "Remember to go home directly after school next time, don't let your parents worry too much! Look, because of you, I got off work early! " . My heart suddenly filled with guilt. Because of my fault, my parents are very anxious and worried. I secretly said to myself, I won't make such a mistake again, and said to my father, "I'm sorry, I won't stay outside next time, which worries you!" " "I know my father is very hard and tired. He goes out early and comes back late every day, working tirelessly to support our family. My father's love for me is as deep as the sea, and I suddenly understand the "silent fatherly love"!
I love this home full of fatherly love and maternal love! It is my happy harbor!
I like topic composition 8. In winter, snowflakes are falling, which makes people wonder, is this salt or sugar?
It is quiet in winter. Snowflakes fall silently. No one wants to make a sound, as if the world is so quiet. The cold wind roared past again, making a rushing sound, which made people suddenly realize that there was still sound in this world.
Winter is white. Standing in the street, people can't tell east, west, north and south. Everywhere is white, and footprints are hidden under the snow. Snow gently painted the world white and turned it into a white picture. When the ice and snow melt in spring, people will doodle again.
It is very cold in winter. Adults who want to go to work, wearing heavy clothes, fluffy hats and long scarves, can't wait to wrap themselves into zongzi. The children are all covered with quilts. It's too cold outside. It's nice to stay in a warm bed. The students who had to catch up with their homework sat shivering in their seats.
Winter is bustling. In the city center, people are next to me and I am next to you, crossing the ocean with people. Looking at the white smoke curling up next to me, I smelled the fragrance only belonging to food, calling on people to stop and go in quickly. Red lanterns and Chinese knots hung high on the roadside, announcing the arrival of the jubilant Spring Festival. It's midnight, and you can always hear the sound of fireworks in opaque rooms, and you can also see gorgeous flowers in the air.
Winter is colorful. All kinds of lanterns, all kinds of colors, radiate colorful light.
Winter is warm, too. On new year's eve, the family sat around the table and raised their glasses to celebrate the arrival of the new year. It is very warm for the family to get together once in a while.
Winter is beautiful. I like winter.
I love topic composition 9 I once saw a photo in Weibo-a father with a briefcase in his left hand and an umbrella in his right. The shirt behind him was already soaked, and his shoes were soaked in water, but the umbrella tilted towards his young son. This is an exciting photo of fatherly love. This also reminds me of my father's love for me.
Once, my father came back from a business trip and suddenly said that he wanted to check my math exercise book. I thought to myself: I'm sure I'm fine! I proudly gave my exercise book to my father. Not long after, my father threw the exercise book back and shouted, "Didn't you draft it?" ? Can such a simple topic go wrong? ...... "A question followed. Finally, in a rage, my father erased all my homework and asked me to rewrite it. I was stunned. I picked up a pen and draft paper and started the topic again. I found out that I was really careless when I redone it. After I finished writing, I showed my homework to my father: "I'm sorry, dad, I was so careless." I will be serious in the future. Dad looked down, thought for a moment and said, "I'm sorry, son." Dad has a bad attitude and shouldn't yell at you. "Come on, this question should be understood like this ...". Dad patiently answered them one by one and taught me many simple inspection methods.
It rained heavily the next morning, and my father sent me to school before going to work as usual. When I turned to say goodbye, I saw my father who turned away. His shirt is wet ... my eyes are wet. "I'll try my best to refuel, Dad. Be careful on the road!" I shouted at my father who left in a hurry. He turned, smiled and waved goodbye to me again. When I walked slowly to the classroom with my head down, I was thinking: how could I be so careless and worry my father? I really shouldn't. "
This is my father, who has been strict with me since childhood; Often "scold" his father; Dad who has been working hard; Dad who has been sheltering me from the wind and rain; My favorite father. You always love me and care about me, but you never talk about "love".
Thank you for your love, my father, because of you, I have grown better in the journey of life!
I love topic composition 10 I came to the city from the county seat and lived in a yard. In autumn, chrysanthemums bloom in the yard and the yard becomes colorful. There is a beautiful little garden here. In winter, the snow flutters and the fire in the house is warm and comfortable. With this scene, people have a wonderful enjoyment and a warm symbol.
I wasn't the only one who wanted to pick a flower, so we planted flowers together in Qi Xin, and the barren land became our free paradise.
What kind of flowers should we plant? I discussed it with my friends. Finally, the big guy decided to plant chrysanthemums, and we worked together. We go back to our home to get tools, those who get seeds get seeds, and those who water buckets get buckets to water them. After a while, when all the kung fu tools were available, I began to mow the ground and plant flowers.
A few months later, it actually bloomed.
One morning, the chrysanthemum bloomed on a round green leaf, and four small flowers flashed out, one pink, one white, one yellow, and one yellow chrysanthemum with white in it. The first blooming flowers, as beautiful and lovely as seven-color flowers and as pure as snowflakes, caused a burst of surprise and admiration in the quiet garden.
This flower is a signal. With the sound of the horn, the back began to open one after another. Large, small, jellyfish-shaped, spherical, red, pink, white, purple, yellow and blue all bloom together. The green carpet suddenly turned into a colored carpet. Even those who dislike flowers least can't help but appreciate beauty. When they are free, they just look around the flower beds.
From early autumn to late autumn, flowers last forever. The sea of flowers has always been brightly colored, because chrysanthemums especially like the cool breeze. In the autumn wind, the big red peony is also listless, and the sun flower is orange in midsummer, but it can't stand the autumn wind. Only chrysanthemums, the colder the autumn wind, the more vigorous the chrysanthemums.
Ah! I love chrysanthemums!
I love topic composition 1 1 summer. It will be the best thing if you visit the Garden Expo Park in this season and enjoy the best hazy beauty of the year.
I always remember everyone walking in the beautiful Garden Expo Park. Even if it is cloudy, even if the distant scenery is a little hazy, those scenery are more graceful and feminine under this hazy veil. Even the drizzle brings people a pleasant mood, and the drizzle moistens the earth.
In the spring rain season, a person is walking in an elegant scenic spot, drizzling and smelling the fragrance of earth in the air. But the rain in summer, contrary to spring, always comes and goes in a hurry. It likes to come without warning and leave quietly. It comes suddenly and violently, and sometimes it calls for a gust of wind and thunder. Pour out your unhappiness. But it didn't wash away the color of the Garden Expo Park, but it became more prominent.
The Garden Expo Park in the rain is the most picturesque. The rain flying all over the sky is lingering in the wind, and the fog is halfway up the mountain. The whole scenery is hazy, like a veil.
Smart bamboo house under gauze, holding a misty rain, lying quietly in the cradle, sleeping soundly, the wet bamboo house is looming in the faint white rain, the green leaves bathed in the rain are shy and moving, and the rain falls from the petals, like tears of joy flowing through the peach cheeks, which makes people fondle. Rain on the bamboo roof flew to the ground along the eaves and splashed everywhere. The falling rain hurried to a feast, and a curtain of glittering pearls was hung in front of the passing house, and the mist left by the kiss xiu whirled. The fluttering rain is elegant and soft. Tiles, floors and leaves are all strings plucked by rain. The slow, crisp and deep voice beats melodious notes and revels in the music played by the rain. When people saw the shy bamboo house, they hid behind the clouds. For a time, people took it as a painter and took this dynamic picture of rain and bamboo clouds with their mobile phones.
Some people like quiet and elegant lakes, others like fast-flowing rivers, but I love this charming garden Expo Park alone.
I love the Garden Expo Park, I love its poetic scenery, and I love its picturesque atmosphere.
I love topic composition 12. Now is the ripe season of pomegranate. My mother bought me some big pomegranates, and I suddenly brightened up. Wow, such a big pomegranate must be very sweet!
Pomegranate is round, like a small ball. Its body is red and yellow, and there is a pink one. If you look closely, it has many brown spots on its body, as if it were covered with a colorful cloak. It has several petals on its head, which seems to put a "small crown" on pomegranate, just like a lovely little princess.
I looked at such a big pomegranate and weighed it with my hand. It weighs half a catty! They must be very sweet. So I put my hand on its skin, but it hurt my finger. I haven't buckled a piece of skin yet, just dug a crack where ants can't get in. I know why it is called pomegranate. It must be because its skin is as hard as stone. I think they must have gone through a lot of hardships and storms before they became so strong.
Mom still has an idea. She drew four or five lines around the pomegranate head with a fruit knife, just drawing a circle. I peeled off its hard skin easily. Wow, my eyes suddenly lit up. There are such beautiful pomegranate seeds hidden in that ugly skin. Full and bright red pomegranate seeds snuggle together without a crack. Like a sparkling ruby, I picked a big, red pomegranate seed and put it in my mouth. The juice is too sweet. I think pomegranate is the sweetest fruit I have ever eaten.
Mother broke the pomegranate into pieces, and pomegranate seeds sat on the hill like many naughty children. I broke a piece like a mountain. I think pomegranate seeds are so sweet. Must be very sweet? I put it in my mouth and chew it. Guess what? Oh, my mouth is full of bitterness. Bah, I'll spit it out quickly. I immediately broke off a few pomegranate seeds, put them in my mouth and chewed them quickly. I think pomegranate seeds are sweeter. It turns out that all the sufferings of pomegranate seeds have gathered on the hill, and the hill has also experienced many difficulties!
I love pomegranate, I love its sweetness, and I love its strength more.
I love topic composition 13 What do you like best in winter? Is it snow-capped, exquisite ice sculpture, or tall and straight pine? . I, on the other hand, was deeply attracted by the magical messenger of plum blossom this winter.
I love plum blossom because she is Grandma Dong's favorite daughter. In the cold winter, everything is bleak, but plum blossom has become grandma Dong's only pride. Beautiful petals and refreshing fragrance bring infinite vitality to winter. I am often attracted by this "girl", only to see them as red as fire, as white as snow and as yellow as gold. I stood under the tree, enjoying the flowers and smelling the flowers, and I felt very comfortable. I love plum blossom because her vitality is so tenacious. In the season when snow is flying all over the sky and the cliff is frozen, all flowers are in vain, and only plum blossoms stand proudly and bloom warmly. When it snows in Chu Qing and the snow is still there, plum blossoms are dressed in red and welcome guests with a smile, which is particularly handsome and full of youthful vitality and joy. Yes, she overcame the snow and cold. As the saying goes: "Old plum blossoms, less peony."
Plum blossom defeated the king of flowers-peony with tenacious vitality. I was shocked when I heard that there was Song Mei in Chaoshan, Hangzhou, 800 years ago, and there was an ancient beauty in the Sui Dynasty in the National Assembly Temple in Tiantai Mountain, Zhejiang, 1, 300 years old. It's incredible that plum blossoms can live so long! I love plum blossom because it has made great contributions to mankind. When people have a bad appetite, she can make people appetizing; When people are in a bad mood, she can make people dispel depression; Her flower buds can also be used as medicine, which has a strong detoxification effect.
She silently dedicated herself to people and let them live a better and happier life! Students, let's enjoy plum blossom and feel her unique personality!
I love topic composition 14 Every morning, when I go to school, the morning glory on the roadside will blow a purple horn, as if to say, "Hurry up! Hurry up! I am going to be late. " Its flowers are purplish red, like a small trumpet, so it is also called morning glory. There are pink stripes in the center of the horn and five or six white stamens in the middle. The bottom of the flower is white and is wrapped in a green receptacle. In the daytime, the flowers will naturally close, like a shy child.
The vines of morning glory are covered with dense green leaves. Its leaves are in the shape of love, and there are many Kobanawa bones where the leaves and stems are separated. Some of these flower bones are small green buds, some are in bud, and they look full and bursting. Morning glory stems are long, thin and curved, with a layer of white fluff on them. The light green thin stems are tightly wrapped around several small bamboo poles and climb up until they reach the guardrail of the balcony. The clerk and boss of every shop in the street are working hard. They treat customers warmly and never roll their eyes or swear. No matter what holidays, the salespeople and bosses in these stores never rest. They are not only for making money, but also for providing us with better services.
When I came to school in the afternoon, I found that the morning glory trumpet had begun to shrink slowly, and at night, it was completely folded. Will the closed morning glory bloom again tomorrow morning? The next morning, I found that a few flowers that had bloomed the day before had withered, and new flowers had bloomed. It turns out that the morning glory only blooms for one day, and all the other morning glories are slowly blooming.
I love the topic composition 15 "Hope is ahead, the lost road has wings …" Every time I hear this song, I can't help dancing. Because, this means that my favorite Zhejiang TV variety show "I love to remember lyrics" has started!
I Love Memorizing Lyrics is a memorable variety show of Zhejiang Satellite TV, and it is also one of the most watched variety shows. It takes various forms: there are random events and special events, and my favorite is the city duel: the "Super Mai Ba" from various cities in China get together to compete. "300 seconds lyrics", "lyrics fill in the blanks" and "lyrics reading" are all memorable. The vocality of the lead singer and the success of the contestants are the focus of attention. And the last unit prepared for the champion team on the spot-"love sprint" is the most important. The champion should quickly pick up the next lyric when the lead singer stops. If he sings the right song, he can get a love chest of 2000 yuan to help people in poor areas. This is a love and dedication unit, but also the most exciting unit for the audience. Because the members of the champion team can enjoy singing in this unit, every time they sing a song correctly, the cheerleaders will dance with them on the stage with music, and the audience under the stage will wave light sticks to cheer them on. At this time, there was laughter on the stage. I am also infected from time to time in front of the TV, screaming and jumping happily.
I love watching I love reciting lyrics. Although it is only a variety show, people who participate in the show should not only have superhuman memory, because they have to remember a lot of lyrics; But also to show yourself in front of so many people, which requires some courage. As long as they can stand on this stage, even if they don't win the championship in the end, I think they are great.
I love watching I love reciting lyrics.