Topic composition article 1 As the saying goes: "The family is old, if there is treasure; There are two old people at home, no longer worry. " In my eyes, the elderly are not as stubborn as others say, and it is easy to create a generation gap. I think we can learn a lot from them. The wrinkles on their bodies are not only the brand of years, but also full of wisdom. "If you don't listen to the old people, you will suffer in front." Sometimes I will do something rashly, and I will feel very annoyed when I suffer a big loss. The elders really reminded us in advance, and they finally comforted us. It's really a long story to thank them.
Topic composition 2 After the cold wind, the whirlwind swept away the leaves, and the leaves piled on the ground were worthless. No! Its value lies in providing nutrition for the soil.
In this endless world, I am a tiny existence, but I have unparalleled value, but I have not been reminded. Now, I want to remind you of your own value.
Zhuge Liang lived in a thatched cottage and, like ordinary people, made a living by farming. But he always reminds himself that he compares himself to a famous sage and believes in his own value. It is precisely because of his reminder of his own value that he has the famous "not indifferent, not quiet, not far away". Please remind yourself that you are of great value.
Li Ka-shing, the richest man, lost his mother when he was a child and lived on the streets. An unknown punk reminds himself all the time that "I was born to be useful". The affirmation of his own value gave him a kind of perseverance against the current. A street punk selling plastic flowers turned himself into the richest man in a country with a population of 654.38+300 million. Friend, if you are poor now and feel worthless, it doesn't matter. You should remind yourself that a few years ago, the richest man was in a similar situation to you. You were valuable, but no one reminded you.
During the Qing Dynasty, the corruption of the country made western powers think that China was worthless. Napoleon, the god of war, has long predicted that this is a blockbuster: "China is a sleeping lion, and once he wakes up, he will definitely shock the whole world." China is like a sleeping lion. After being reminded, it opened its eyes. After several years in the world, it woke up and stood in this world where natural selection and survival of the fittest. Even if you can't find your own value at the moment, it doesn't matter. As long as you believe in yourself, one day Napoleon will appear in your dream to remind you.
In this society with science and technology as the primary productive force, learning has become an indispensable part of teenagers. Maybe it doesn't matter if you fail in your studies and can't go to a good university. You have to remind yourself: 360 lines, each line will be the champion. Even if you don't get a top education, you will certainly find your own value in your work. Perhaps, you are among the best in school, so remind yourself not to be complacent. There are more valuable people in the country and the world than you. Only in this way can our own value be further sublimated. Please always remind yourself.
The wind blows and the waves really blow. Just smile and don't worry. No matter what environment you are in, you must have your own value. You just lack a reminder.
When you are old, sit under the yard and have a cup of strong tea to remind yourself of the value of life, and you will find yourself the most valuable person in the world.
Topic composition 3: My mother and I are sitting on the roof. I snuggled up in my mother's arms and counted a few sparse stars in the sky. How warm, happy and intoxicated that feeling is.
My mother stroked me with rough hands and said, "Many years ago, your grandmother, who is now over 60 years old, watched the stars with me many times and counted the stars many times." Whether it's stars all over the sky or sparse stars, whenever I'm free, I snuggle up in your grandmother's arms, count the stars stupidly, and gradually go to chat with Duke Zhou. " That night, I stood on the roof with your grandmother. I am right next to your grandmother, listening to her singing, listening to her telling stories and listening to her telling interesting stories when she was a child. She will take off her coat for me from time to time. At that time, the night was still very quiet, and the cool breeze passed by me from time to time. ""like you and me now? "I stare big round eyes and stare at my mother curiously." Well, "my mother nodded with a smile," that's it! Your grandmother used to be a great beauty! The young man who pursues her is not just from home to Beijing! " "Is grandma as cute as me?" "Yes, silly boy! But your grandmother is really hard. When your mother was young, she had to work from morning till night. For this family and the three of us, she suffered a lot, but she never complained. Now, she is still angry with you ... your grandfather. "
In the moonlight, two silver rivers flow into mother's face. "Mom, why does grandma have to do so many things? Grandpa doesn't have to do it? " "When I was a child, things were different. At that time, it was your grandfather's job, and your grandmother just helped, but later ... later, your grandfather became addicted to gambling and took it out on your grandmother when he lost money. How can I make your grandmother feel better? Can she not go out early and come back late? Can you not work hard? " Mom cried again. "Now, we are all grown up and spend less time with your grandmother. The only thing we can do is to let her enjoy her old age. Now, every time we go back to visit her, she will smile. Son, you should visit grandma more often! " "oh! I know. "
I was only five years old that year, but I know why my mother was crying. I looked at the silver thread hidden in her hair and the shallow crow's feet around her eyes. Can I still understand?
Topic Composition 4 A good book is a lifetime treasure. After reading the book "Little Bookworm", the story of good habit formation not only tells us the secret of habit formation, but also reveals the truth of changing life.
Sowing behavior, harvesting habits; Sowing habit, harvesting attitude; The attitude of sowing and the character of harvesting; Sow character and reap fate. Isn't every good habit in life watered bit by bit?
Broken wood is born in the end; The nine-story platform starts from the foundation soil; A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. The same is true of everything in the world, starting from bits and pieces. "One minute on stage, ten years off stage", only through hard work and long-term study can we gain superb skills and excellent technology and win the respect of others. This is like practicing good handwriting, which needs to start with basic strokes. First of all, we should firmly grasp the starting, moving, receiving and turning of strokes and learn the rules, in other words, apply what we have learned and master the mystery. Although this process seems like a drop in the ocean, it fully contains the essence and achievements of calligraphers' lifelong efforts.
"Don't do it with small goodness, and don't do it with small evil." In our daily life, many students have such luck. They think it is enough to do such a little good thing, or they don't do it. It's better to save time and effort and not do it. But for the bad things, I think: anyway, it is a little, and no one will know, so I will do it this time and never do it again. They don't know the power of gathering sand into a tower. If everyone in life does this and thinks so, then these trivial things around us will get bigger and worse. So we must put an end to this kind of thing and be a good student with excellent conduct.
Habits often stem from seemingly casual things; Fate is often in that calm behavior.
When it comes to seats, everyone is familiar with them. Everyone has different views on seats, and my ideas are different from others.
I. Biography of VIP Seats
When we entered our class, the first thing that caught our eye was the "VIP table" in our class. Four "black sheep" in our class are sitting here. Every class, the teacher has a habit: look at the "VIP seat" to see if the "VIP" is talking.
A math class, sunny, the teacher asked us to discuss math problems in each group. The "VIP" in the first group is "discuss the problem seriously" The teacher took a satisfied look. Suddenly, the teacher turned around and said, "No, this mouth …" The teacher seemed to understand something. After a brisk walk to the VIP position, he found that the VIP was talking to a classmate, and both of them laughed from time to time, all smiles. The teacher was angered, and a cold voice came from behind the "VIP": "What are you two doing?"
Suddenly, the sky was groggy, dark clouds were gathering, the wind was raging, and the sand on the ground was rolled up and thrown into the air. Two students are very nervous and their hearts are rolling. After a while, they got on the blackboard. ...
After class, students who pass by the "VIP table" will make a detour. It is said that there is still a strong murderous look. ...
Second, the podium "collision zone"
The platform of our class is no less than the "ancient battlefield" of Zhuolu and Chibi. Every time I come back from a big break, a "small universe" of English and Chinese will have a strong "collision" and "explosion" here-as soon as three teachers put their textbooks on the podium, they begin to "curse and fight" each other's subjects. The Chinese teacher, relying on his dislike of science and his "golden tongue", began to use his knowledge of Chinese to take it out on the other two teachers. This aura is that Lin Xiangru is possessed, angry and happy. The two teachers showed a posture of "I stood still" and began to fight back with the importance of mathematics and English. After class, they talked until the bell rang in the second class, and the three teachers broke up in discord, so we had to "hehe".
Third, poetic scenic spots.
The students on both sides of the window are the most comfortable. No matter winter or midsummer, there is a place suitable for study: outside the window, there is a forest. Spring, spring blossoms. The Woods outside the window are full of vitality, and swallows sing and slide silently; In autumn, the layers of forest are all dyed. The Woods by the window are tall and tall. The wind blew silently, leaving only a few leaves whispering, geese flying by, leaving only farewell to autumn.
Outside the window, it is a "longing life". Every season's poems and paintings flow through the window, and every time a student sits at the window, he will be embarrassed by the teacher because of the "crime" of being in a daze. ...
In addition to the above special areas, there are "air conditioning areas", "sleeping areas" and "picnic areas" ... and more areas to be discovered.
Topic Composition 6 With tension and a little excitement, I came to Taizhou Daily to participate in the last "battle" selected by "Top Ten Small Journalists in Taizhou". After waiting for a while, I came to "No Division" to extract my ranking on the stage. I'm too nervous to draw the first few figures. After filling in the name, I closed my eyes, pulled out the bottom one of the box, and slowly whispered "2-8-", secretly pleased with my good luck. This is my performance.
The program before my date seems to flow like running water in front of my eyes in the blink of an eye. During the break in the second half, I almost became a "wooden head", and my mind was full of scenes of young journalists voting for the election, which was replayed in my mind like a movie. My heart beat faster, and a big stone suddenly hung in my heart. My mother came over and said, "It doesn't matter whether this success is successful or not. What matters is that you have worked hard and sweated. I don't pursue your results, just ask you to have a good process, and I will be satisfied. " This sentence seems to give me a reassurance. When it was my turn to play, I successfully ended my speech with a consistent attitude. Time to ask questions. I listened attentively: "This is a sports topic: What is China's national ball?" Huh? This topic-I thought quickly: basketball, volleyball, football-table tennis! That's right. "It's table tennis," I said loudly. "Are you sure?" The host asked me jokingly. "Of course!" I confidently replied: "Correct!" The list of "Top Ten Little Journalists" was announced. I listened nervously, but what I heard was the eleventh place of "excellent little reporter", which happened to be a side ball. I came home depressed, and I kept blaming myself: "Why are you working so hard? It is so close at hand! My mother came up to me and said, "The past is the past. I can't do it this time. Try again next time. Failure is a common occurrence for military strategists. Just work hard. Failure is not terrible. What's really scary is your fear. Get up where you fell. In this way, failure is no longer the shadow in your heart, but the driving force for your success! " I smiled, wiped away my tears and stood up.
Yes, failure is not terrible!
Once upon a time, I wished I were a clam, and I could turn every memory in my life into a pearl, so that I could sit in a rocking chair and count my happiness one by one when I was old. Later, I learned that although a clam can produce many pearls in its life, only one is the most precious, and that one is its heart.
In my mind, it was a summer. After lunch, my father, mother and sister are all taking a nap. I can't sleep, sitting on the floor, haunted by some inexplicable troubles. It's not very hot, but I feel the air is unusually dense. Occasionally, a few wisps of breeze gently combed the branches of willow trees in front of the house, giving me a little coolness, and I was disturbed by the rapid cicada singing.
I want to find a book to read. Pushing open my father's door, he was lying in bed sleeping, facing me, and his blanket fell to the ground. I walked over gently, picked up the blanket, patted the dust, covered him, and then turned to look for the book.
Suddenly I heard the sound of "Hum … Hum", and I turned my head in panic. My father still closed his eyes, but there was a shallow smile on his mouth. His face turned red and his slender wrinkles became clearer, like a river on the map. Laughing is a bit dull, but it's natural and not melodramatic at all.
I was stunned for a while, and then I slowly recovered. Father is not serious, but he seldom smiles, and his face is often gloomy. Now you are smiling so happily. You must be dreaming a sweet dream.
What sweet dreams have you had?
Is the mother's illness cured in the dream? My mother is sickly and has been hiding it from me and my sister. I still don't know how many years my mother has suffered, unless I came across some of her medical records when I was looking for something. She often suffers from Chinese medicine, but I caught her saying that she was taking tonic. I often can't sleep all night because of toothache. My father once said that his greatest wish is the health of our family. If mom is not sick, his wish will come true, so he should be satisfied.
Or did you dream that your sister grew up? My parents have been away for many years and spend little time with us, which makes my sister's personality become withdrawn, her thoughts become extreme, and she often does unusual things. Father was very angry when he knew it, but she was more and more indulgent. She is the person my father is most worried about. If one day she really grows up and understands her father's painstaking efforts, her father will be very happy.
Thinking of this, my eyes turned into a crystal lake. The father in front of me is hazy, but the father in my heart is clear, even transparent. I saw a black fog in his heart, so thick that it almost melted, and his face seemed to be covered with dark clouds. Maybe that's why he usually smiles less. Only when the fog in the dream seems to have dissipated can he put down his relaxed smile.
Father had restrained his smile and the blanket slipped to the other side when he turned over. I stepped forward, carefully pulled up the blanket and covered him, holding a copy of "The Most Unforgettable Memory" in my hand, quietly closed the door and went out.
A breeze blew and I felt a little relaxed. Cicadas are singing one after another, and my father's smile seems to melt in the breeze. Cicadas are singing one after another, which makes my memory float and dizzy a wet cloud.
Life is like running water, my mother's condition is getting better day by day, and my sister doesn't have to worry as much as her father does. Isn't that what my father wants? Was there a prophet in my father's dream that day? That day's laughter was magical? I don't know. The improvement of family life in recent years has added a lot of smiles to my father, but they are all vague. My memory of my father's smile will stay in that summer forever.
I also hope that I am a clam, and use my solid shell to protect that precious pearl from weathering-because that is my heart. I am willing to warm the mysterious smile with the faint temperature in my heart.
Topic composition 8 once had a self-study class and the teacher was not there. When the teacher just left, we were still doing our homework. It was very quiet at that time. Can be quiet for a while, Sun Kai "whoa" cried. Now that we have the beginning, we began to chat and fight. Sun Xiaodong and I talked about Qilu's The Desert Hero of Shaolin Temple. "Quiet, quiet!" Zhang Ji shouted. "Why, you are in charge of discipline?" "Who cares? Don't forget that Sun Kai and Zhang Lei and I are' three kings', specializing in disturbing discipline and bullying girls. " "Don't think we are easy to bully" roared Wu Shan, Yang Huimin and Shine Wong, three tigresses in our class. "Yes, yes, yes!" Come and join in the fun every day. "Suckling pig, what are you doing!" Sun Kai is getting impatient. The whole class laughed wildly. "Well, I'll tell you a joke!" "good!" "Once upon a time there was a man named Zheng Xiding. One day, his wife couldn't find him, so she ... ""I know, I know, "Xue Tong said. "I found the old man who was washing his face and said,' I am washing my face.' "The whole class laughed again." Also, "Xue Tong said quickly," the first day, the little white rabbit went fishing by the river and went home without catching anything.
The next day, the little white rabbit went fishing by the river again, but found nothing and went home.
On the third day, the little white rabbit just arrived at the river, and a big fish jumped out of the river and shouted at the little white rabbit, if you dare to use carrots as bait again, I will trample you to death! "The whole class immediately burst out laughing again, and I laughed with a stomachache.
Everyone started talking loudly. At that time, doing homework was impossible.
Topic composition 9 Time is like the fine sand in the funnel, which goes by slowly and never stops, and the memory disappears with this fine sand.
Growing up, I don't know how many important and unimportant things I have forgotten. However, there are some things I will never forget. Among them, the most unforgettable thing is that look.
In my memory, that look often appears in front of my eyes, encouragement in adversity, gratification in achievement, and strictness in pride. That look gave me too much. How could I forget?
He is just a stranger and a passer-by in my life. However, he taught me too much. If my parents are my starting line, then he is my gas station, which makes me full of strength and break through obstacles all the time, even though it is only one of his eyes.
In the second day of junior high school, I didn't like reading, school, teachers or anyone. Of course, my grades plummeted. Upstream, midstream and downstream, the original first became the countdown. He, one of my dad's clients, met him for the first time and for the last time so far, in an Internet cafe. At that time, I did nothing but be obsessed with the internet. He said nothing but patted me on the shoulder and asked, "Are you his son?" I stared at the computer screen and snorted impatiently. He didn't speak again, but I saw his eyes, severe, helpless, expecting, with a little gentleness. I was stunned. I don't know why, but suddenly I feel so useless. He looked at me and said the last sentence: "Young man, I hope that the next time I see you, you will be studying hard instead of doing these useless things." This look, so to speak, changed my life and everything. ...
I still can't forget that kind of sternness, helplessness, expectation, with a little gentle eyes, that kind of eyes that changed my life, that kind of eyes that I will never forget!