At that moment, I wrote the poem 1. I was very happy at that moment, no less than 20 lines.
Remember that moment.
That moment condensed deep feelings.
I was very happy at that moment.
As if the whole world were listening.
As if the wind and rain had stopped.
It seems that the world is particularly fresh.
There are clouds in the sky.
The birds kept laughing and laughing.
The waves drifted with the wind.
The midnight harbor is exceptionally quiet.
Home is warmer.
I was really happy at that moment.
My body and mind were filled with joy at that moment.
Remember all the words.
It embodies all sincere feelings.
That moment, that moment,,,
How I wish that moment would stay forever.
How I wish that moment could be with me forever.
Eternal time is with my heart.
Let that happy moment turn into a continuous smog.
Infiltrate my thirsty heart
At that moment,,,,
2. From that moment on, write poetry.
From that moment on, our friendship line was loose.
I began to pay attention to your behavior. When I came back from cooking at noon, I saw that you had cooked the meal and were sitting at the dining table reading. Originally, I was in a bad mood. I went to get food after a strenuous run and met someone who cut in line. Plus, you read books leisurely, and put them away as soon as you see me. I always feel that you are avoiding me. That meal, I was so tasteless.
In this way, I often start to notice something. We had a little quarrel, but they all recovered quickly. ...
Bacon said, "Tell your bosom friend about your pain, and it will be halved." . The role of friendship is so magical! "Is that true? I'm afraid of practicing.
Whenever I am upset (of course, you are the "perpetrator" and you don't notice), I will always bring it to you, but I won't complain, I won't tell you frankly, but I will slap you with this painful wave in my stubborn way when you always feel puzzled. I know you want to comfort me, but I can't find a boat to take you to my side. So you look at the scenery alone, pretend nothing, and leave.
As you said to me last time, Xiao said some of your usual behaviors-hurting others and hurting yourself.
Once, when we had dinner together and talked about my anger, you said, "I really wanted to comfort you, but you ignored me and I forgot." Because when my other friends are angry, I comfort her and she will be fine, but you have been fine ... for a long time, and I am tired of it. "
Tired of it.
From then on, we switched places and were no longer deskmates.
From that moment, we broke up.
Until the other day, I read a sentence by Beethoven: Even the most sacred friendship may contain secrets, but you shouldn't misunderstand a friend because you can't guess his secrets.
Did I misunderstand you? I asked myself. ...
From that moment on, I know how to cherish everyone around me.
Will it be too late? Thank you. If it can be solved, adopt it!
3. About that moment, my composition ()
At that moment, I was moved I will never forget that under the golden dome of litters, in the bleak autumn rain and under a small pink umbrella, that scene is the warmest picture in the world. At that moment, I was deeply moved for the first time. . The light rain keeps falling and the autumn wind keeps blowing. Looking at the roadside, it is already a million lights. I rode my bike distractedly, complaining about the bad weather and leaving school too late.
The ancients were right, "autumn wind and autumn rain are sad." I hate rain, and my already numb mood is more vulnerable to it. I looked around at the speeding cars, and a small pink umbrella caught my eye. What a delicate little umbrella! My heart trembled slightly. Under the umbrella, the young mother holds the handle of the umbrella, and the little girl with long braids holds her mother in her hand, leaning her head gently on her shoulder, walking slowly, talking and laughing. I can't help but slow down and quietly follow the mother and son.
A cold wind blew and I couldn't help shivering. I saw the mother take off her coat and put it on her daughter, hugging her tightly and asking questions with concern, while the beautiful little girl showed a knowing smile.
So, in the cold and lonely evening, the thin mother and young daughter hugged each other tightly under the umbrella and gradually disappeared into the hazy corner in the oblique wind and drizzle.
At that moment, I was deeply moved, and my heart suddenly felt sour, and my eyes were already wet. I always thought I was indestructible, but I became sentimental in such an ordinary scene.
Those who have read the story of the only child will never forget the memory of a young girl facing the painful reality of her parents' early death. Until this moment, I really realized the preciousness of family ties. I'm starting to get scared. I don't know what I would do without my parents. I dare not think about how much care they have given me since I was a child, and what have I given them in return? I have always wanted my parents to live in luxury villas, eat delicacies and wear silks and satins when they grow up. However, I have time to create. Do my parents have time to wait? "The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop. The son wants to raise and not stay. " The sage's old adage has been memorized by heart, but do you really understand its meaning and do it?
So, that night, I poured a cup of tea for my parents. I hugged my mother and said, "Mom, I love you!" " "
Thank you for giving me a profound political lesson that night; Thanks to the rain, it deeply moistens my boring mind; Thank you for that moment, which deeply touched me.
Write a composition according to my understanding at that time
At that moment, I understood.
I always like to lean against the window and read quietly by myself. That feeling is very good. I like reading books, classics and excellent works of my peers. . I think this is a kind of enjoyment. If you taste it carefully, you can always read a lot from it. I have read a lot of books, but my writing level has not improved much, even staying in primary school.
I remember when I was in primary school, I just started writing. I like to imitate the selected articles in my composition, so whenever I want to write a composition, I always look through my composition book. When I saw an article that I thought was good, I read it carefully and finally wrote it. I soon thought I had learned to write, but I didn't. Later, I gradually learned what a good article is. So, from then on, I began to love writing. I will not imitate other people's articles at will. I like writing by myself. I have my own way of writing. After writing an article, I always habitually read it and compare it with the articles in the composition book. Sometimes, I feel a sense of pride, and I can't even believe that the article in front of me was written by me. I like writing.
Today, in my spare time, I accidentally turned over my exercise notebook. I read it slowly. Ah! This is my article. Why ... the writing is plain, the examples are not typical enough, and there is no readability at all. It's terrible. Then look at the students' writing exercises. It's really good! The writing is quite good, quite like prose, much better than mine.
I started reading junior high school students' articles in the sixth grade. I often sigh: Their literary talent is really good! What a great article! Can you still write such an excellent article in junior high school? How I look forward to that moment!
Now, I envy the excellent articles written by my classmates. At this time, I also leaned against the window. I thought for a moment and suddenly woke up. Students write so seriously and finish it carefully. Since the first day of junior high school, I have been finishing my composition in a coping way, and I have never written it seriously at all. How can I write a good article?
A breeze blew and I smiled. At that moment, I understood that everything must be done seriously in order to do it well.
5. "At that moment, I-"composition
This is easy to write.
Well, just like that moment, I was moved.
Give me an example ~
Simply put, it is the bleak autumn wind. Walking alone in the street, you see an old man pushing an old woman (wheelchair) on the street corner. He stopped to put a blanket on her leg, and the old woman dusted her shoulders. The old man said something in her ear, and she smiled happily. Her face was bright in the sunset ... and then you passed by, which was an ordinary touch. You should worry about the specific details, as well as the beginning and the end, and provide a train of thought. It is also possible to write about mother and child. After all, the theme of love was not advocated in school. 400 words is very simple, I wish you success!