About my composition of the day 1
Day after day, we seem to repeat the same thing every day, but the sun is new every day. Savor it carefully, and there will be new gains and growth every day. I have tasted the ups and downs of life in this dull day.
jog in the morning
The sun has just risen, and we have already galloped on the runway. Busy day, here we go!
"Hua, Hua," the dense branches and leaves of the plane tree swayed in the wind on the playground, and the sun shone on the green lawn and the crimson runway. At this time, we are running on the playground, and the high ponytail falls together, exuding youthful vitality.
At the beginning of the day, give yourself a good mood to meet new challenges.
Afternoon struggle
The sun quietly passed over our heads, and we sat in the classroom again, writing and swimming in the mountains and rivers with our teachers.
The teacher knocked a ruler on the blackboard, and our drowsiness was dispelled at once. We straightened up and continued to listen. My eyes unconsciously moved from the blackboard to the window, and the sparrows in the tree chattered and seemed to be arguing. Suddenly my deskmate poked me with a pen and whispered, "I'm distracted!" " Listen carefully! "I quickly withdrew my eyes and thoughts and continued to roam in the ocean of knowledge.
The afternoon nap time is a good time on earth. In the friendly reminder, I learned knowledge and gained growth.
At night, the piano sounds.
The busy day is coming to an end, and I will always be with my beloved piano at this time. She is my bosom friend and listens to me quietly. With her, I can vent my emotions at will. The sound of the piano is sometimes long, sometimes passionate, sometimes loud and tragic ... fingers are spinning and jumping on the black and white keys, music washes away inner unhappiness, and my heart is melancholy.
Those piano music, like the sounds of nature, make me forget the troubles of the day and give me enough courage to welcome a new day.
Perhaps, plain is the most real. Learn knowledge, gain friendship and cultivate sentiment every day. Day and night change, and we grow up slowly. What I am trying to do now is to make myself better day by day.
About my day's composition 2
Life is a rhythm, which needs light and shadow, left and right, sunny and rainy. Interest lies in changes but not intense twists and turns, so it is interesting to dim and light up.
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Walking in winter and waking up in warm spring, my family and I started a spring outing. The whole day has already started.
At the end of March, it rained in Mao Mao. The sun was shining and the air was cool. My family and I came to Nanshan Lake to enjoy the beautiful spring and a beautiful day. Look, the young leaves are still small, but there are some green leaves everywhere. Gradually, the shy Chunyang gently reveals some soft light from the thin clouds. The figures and shadows on the ground are blurred. Peach blossoms bloom very early, and the faint pink is swaying in the wind and rain, like a weak little girl, dressed simply and beautifully.
Come to the lake, look up at the sky, it is as blue as jade; Looking around, the green trees are as tall and straight as guards; Overlooking the lake, it shines like eyes.
A tall willow tree caught my eye, and clusters of short buds, I don't know when, have already opened a smiling face on the dead branches. From high to low, it seems that the elderly are tied with a smart bow, which perfectly explains the enthusiasm accumulated in a winter in this spring.
Grass sneaks out of the soil, tender and green, and crowds of people can't wait to feel the beauty of spring. There are smiling old people and children who enjoy themselves. I think it's good for Bing Xin to "only pick children and do more things". Look, their bright smiles also inspired my unrestrained childlike innocence.
"Don't talk about worldly things, just praise Bai Lianhua", I praise spring. In China's cultural novels, the praise of poems and songs clearly shows the liveliness and vitality of spring. Du Fu sang the spring tune of "Peach blossoms bloom without owners, lovely crimson loves pale red"; He Zhangzhi recited the spring hymn of "I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors" ...
In this beautiful spring, we should not study harder and seize the opportunity. "An inch of time and an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time." At a beautiful moment, we should move towards our dreams!
During this spring outing, I not only learned that "spring is infinitely good", but also understood the truth that "if teenagers don't work hard, the elderly will only be sad". This day, simple and fresh, ordinary and special, makes me unforgettable.
Composition about my day 3
A day is short and fleeting.
One day, suffering, day after day like a year.
In the morning, there was a slight white light in the curtain, which lit up half the room and shone on my face. I frowned impatiently and turned my face to the dull side. "Maybe I can sleep for a while," I thought.
Suddenly, my father's cell phone rang, which seemed more urgent than usual. A few minutes later, my father's footsteps approached in a hurry and quickly. He banged on the door and his voice was hoarse. "Get up, hurry up, pack up and go home. Grandpa is gone."
I suddenly stood up, and my blood rushed to my brain like a backflow, like suffocation.
This day began with a bad news.
At noon, the car started the engine and drove on the empty highway. The sun is still shining, so I squinted and turned my head to one side. The scene outside the window is blurred, like a chaotic oil painting, and my thoughts drift with this scene, which reminds me:
When I was a child, my grandfather would pick me up from school. On the way, he always takes me to the supermarket to buy my favorite snacks or toys. I once said that I once shouted to the sky, "I want my grandfather to live to be a hundred years old. When he grows up, I will buy him a lot of food."
But god didn't make me innocent. The car is still running, and there is a wilderness in the distance. There are several graves scattered, yellow, sharp and cold. "Grandpa wants to lie in it?" I cried and sobbed unconsciously, and tears blurred my eyes.
The sun is not so high, noon has passed.
Walking on the bumpy dirt road, when I got there, my aunt wore a white headscarf. She stopped smiling at me, black and white stuck in the ruins, and the corners drifted away with the wind.
I tugged at my mother's skirt and asked softly what it was. Mother patted my hand off, her lips closed and her face was pale.
Looking at these grieving adults, my pupils flashed a trace of panic, like a lost lamb, helpless and afraid.
As night fell, I sat on the doorstep with my arms folded and looked at the sky among the branches. There are several stars in the dark blue sky.
I remember the same night-I asked my grandfather where he would go after he died. I remember he said, "When people die, they will fly into the sky and become stars. One less person on the ground, one more star in the sky. "
Thinking, thinking, tears piling up in my eyes, looking at the sky, grandpa, which star are you?
That day, I experienced my first life-and-death parting. That day was short and long, which I will never forget.
About my day's composition 4
In just a few months, my brother's weight and height have doubled. What my mother is most worried about now is that he is overweight. So mom is going to give it to him-lose weight! What do children of this age know! What kind of exercise can you do? I have to control his diet.
But within a few days, my mother completely forgot about it and was busy preparing for today-my brother's first birthday party! My brother didn't know this, so he followed us in the children's clothing store to choose clothes for the birthday party. Gold? Forget it, my brother is already dark. He looks vulgar and black in local gold. Mother had to give up the idea, but she didn't give up. She found him a Fuwa suit with red Phnom Penh. Although I think wearing this thick suit makes my brother look fatter, my mother bought this suit without saying anything.
Yesterday, dad ran all the way to grandma's house to build a shed, set the table and move chairs. He was busy all afternoon. My brother didn't do anything, but crawled around on the sofa and watched my father come in and out. What a fool!
Today is my brother's first birthday! My brother rushed from his house to grandma's house in a red dress. His debut made the guests hug him and praise him for his cuteness and handsomeness. My mother said that my brother was very good today. He was very happy when he saw someone holding a fist and posing as "Congratulations". For example, when relatives give him delicious food, he will clap his chubby hands, bite his teeth and squint his eyes.
Many people gave red envelopes. Most people want to put red envelopes in their brother's pockets, but the pockets are obviously too small, so the guests quickly shifted their targets and stuffed them into my mother's pockets. Although my mother always said, "No, no!" But they still insist on giving it. My brother took a red envelope and put it in his mouth, silly!
Adults are drinking and boxing. Hearing this, my brother threw away the red envelope in his hand and grinned and screamed to cheer for them.
What about me? Not only do you have to watch your brother, but you also have to finish your meal in a hurry and lead a lot of children! Today may be the busiest day of the year.
About my day's composition 5
The morning sunshine dyed purple through the curtains, sprinkled into the house and smeared every corner, as if purple acacia was swaying. The alarm clock at the bedside is playing untimely, which is a bit disappointing.
When I got up, my parents were already making final preparations for going out to work. A person's day begins. After washing, say "goodbye" to my parents and sit in front of the computer with breakfast ready to sign in. The words "login succeeded" suddenly appeared on the screen. While listening to the "ding dong" sound when the computer notified the new news, I wolfed down the last bite of breakfast.
Time is not too much, the live online class has already started. "Good morning, classmates!" A friendly voice came from the other end of the computer. I knew this class was Mr. Chen's without asking me. The eyes follow the mouse on the screen between the lines, and the voice of the teacher in the online class, accompanied by the sound of the pen tip sliding on the notebook, is particularly clear in the quiet study.
One minute, walking slowly, and then looking up at the window, it was already noon. The sunshine outside the window is everywhere, bright but not warm. The online class in the morning is over, and my eyes are sour and tell me that I can't go to the computer again. what can I do? Do your homework! Open the learning plan, the dense words are a little dizzy, but what can I do? You can't pop up some words out of thin air in your study plan. In this case, then pick up the pen, conquer it and fall into it. When the sand in the hourglass touches the glass, it makes a tiny sound, so clear, accompanied by a heartbeat and a beating pen tip.
My wrist is sore, and I can't help looking at the exercise book covered with ink on the table. It's almost one o'clock, and I'm not very hungry after touching my stomach. I groggy went to the room, fell on the bed, don't want to move. My consciousness is beginning to get a little fuzzy. The warm sunshine bypassed the treetops and jumped to the window, as warm as mother's hand.
The sunshine in the afternoon has faded away from the brilliance at noon and become very gentle. I opened the nailing interface and saw a new message in the work notice before the class started. It was the teacher who corrected my homework, and I was excited to open it-"excellent"! I am excited and happy inside. "Ding-dong" pulled me back to the classroom and the online class continued.
I don't know when my parents came home, but the sizzling of the oil pan and the banging of the kitchen utensils woke me up. Straighten up, look up, it's already dark, only a few stars and a bright moon are left in the sky, looking at me from a distance from the window.
"Jenny, wash your hands and eat." Mother's intimate call. "Ok, let's get started." I also answered quickly. Sitting at the dining table, the aroma of food lingers on the tip of the nose. Well, it's the smell of mom. I took up my job, and my daily "visiting relatives" was about to begin. "Nini, did you listen carefully in class today? If you have any questions you don't understand, you must ask the teacher in time. " My mother asked me some standard questions while putting vegetables in the bowl. "Of course, listen carefully. The next day, the teacher will talk about questions you don't understand." I chewed the rice in my mouth and responded with a little lisp. "Is there much homework today? Finish your homework early at night and don't always sleep so late. " Mom's routine orders. "Well, I'll try." In fact, "home visit" is nothing more than asking the same question every day and then replying to similar answers. However, I always reply again and again, and my mother always takes pains to ask and listen.
Washing dishes after meals is my favorite time, because only in this way can I calm down and seriously appreciate the scenery outside the window. The night is very dark, and only the shapes of trees and buildings can be outlined in the depths of the night; In the dead of night, but the small world shining under the street lamp is bright, much like a spotlight on the stage. I seem to be standing under the light, and the new grass in spring around me is dyed with a yellow halo by the light. The breeze is blowing gently, and it is swaying in the wind, as if cheering for me.
I came out of the kitchen and began to bury myself in my homework again. I don't know how long it took me to finish a day's study. With a tired nest into the quilt, a warm and reassuring aroma lingers around. Set the alarm clock for tomorrow, close your eyes and imagine a red sun tomorrow morning.
This simple repetition day after day is accompanied by occasional surprises. I want to try my best to keep every passing minute, but I can only watch it without illness, but I can't stop it. What did it bring us, maybe it was lost, maybe it was gained. Why did I leave such a trace? What kind of footprint will I leave?
About my day's composition 6
When the alarm clock rang in the morning, I opened my eyes and the day began.
Today's day is full of expectations, because my parents told me yesterday that they would take me to the park today.
After breakfast, my parents took me to the park to play. Dad drives, mom sits in the co-pilot, and I sit in the back seat alone. Along the way, I asked my parents which places in this park have the best scenery. As for my chatter all the way, the most things my parents said to me were that you would know when you went. I was silent after the inquiry was fruitless.
At the gate of the park, after mom and dad bought the tickets, we entered the park smoothly. At this time, my mother took out her favorite camera and took pictures bit by bit.
When we arrived at the flower sea in the corner of the park, my eyes widened instantly, and then I couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, this flower sea is so beautiful." My parents held my hand, and when I was surprised, they smiled tacitly.
"Come on, let me take a picture of you." Mom let go of my hand and picked up her camera. I saw my mother taking pictures of my father and me. I quickly took out a small mirror from my bag and took a picture. Dad smiled instantly when he saw me like this. Dad's laughter attracted many people's attention, and I was thick-skinned and dying. So I strolled to my father and said, I want my father to stop laughing. Unexpectedly, not far away, I was photographed with a click. Seeing me looking over, my mother raised her camera and smiled proudly at me. Apparently, my mother filmed me like that. "No, no, I want to take a new photo!" I am in a hurry. I wasn't ready just now. "Very good." Mother answered several times in succession.
On this day, my mother took many photos for me. I have all kinds of expressions in the photo. Today is a very happy day.
Composition about my day 7
I close my eyes, lie comfortably in bed, stretch my limbs, and enjoy the pleasure of being in a hurry.
It rained today, so I didn't do my homework at my classmate's house. In the morning, when the alarm clock rings, a new day begins. This is a hurried and happy day.
Today's task is heavy! I did not do any homework yesterday. Instead of thinking about those things, it is better to do your homework quickly. Finish the easy questions first and let them come one by one.
Biology homework is really annoying, and books are hard to find, alas! I really want to go out and buy an ice cream and play with my mobile phone for a few hours when the rain stops. Forget it, there are mountains of homework waiting for me!
I continue to write. Whenever I am addicted to writing, there will be a difficult question, which makes me unable to start, so some questions have to be written for more than ten minutes. Chinese homework is the biggest headache, and printed composition is easier said than done. But writing a composition is not so good. Writing is my biggest headache. I can't think of anything for a long time. I was suddenly very upset and had an impulse to tear up my homework. I looked up an example on the Internet to see how people wrote it, and then I polished my composition. Mathematics is my weakness. It takes me eight or nine minutes to do a problem. When I meet a complicated problem, I always do some simple things. After I finished all of them, I thought about the problems in turn and finally solved them. Don't mention how happy you are.
One homework after another finally solved so many stumbling blocks and finally completed all the homework. I am relieved that I can finally open my heart and do what I want to do. I got up and saw that the sun had set. I sniffed. Oh! Time to eat!
Although the study task of this day is very heavy, it has given me confidence and patience to solve difficult problems and enriched my life.
Unconsciously, the day passed. One day flies, but every day is different and has different meanings. May you cherish every day!
About my day's composition 8
There are many days in a person's life. In these days, you can choose vigorous, of course, more people choose ordinary, just like me.
My day is very simple, even boring: I wake up by the alarm clock every day, go out to school early, go home with the light on after more than nine hours, and then eat and sleep-this is my day.
But unexpectedly, such a day lasted for hundreds of days and was completely reversed.
It was early spring. I got up early before the sun came out. It rained lightly last night. The air is humid, but fresh, like a big forest. As usual, I left home as soon as the morning glow appeared in the East. This morning is very different. Some diligent migratory birds came from the south, singing softly and flying lightly over my head.
I began to notice something, something I had never noticed. I found that I didn't know when the winter jasmine had already bloomed. Clusters of flowers look like smiling faces. Some flowers, such as pear blossoms and peach blossoms, are also in bloom, but more are still in bud, as if they still know how to be shy. I was fascinated by it, as if I had entered a dream and lost track of time.
It was not until a classmate caught up with me and woke me up that I quickened my pace. When I arrived at school, I was probably in a good mood in the morning, so I mastered all the courses in class and even had an "impulse" to continue reviewing. That is, on that day, I summed up my own set of learning methods and found the fun of learning.
It may be a coincidence that when I came home from school, the birds on my roof flew again, as if welcoming me. I looked west, and there were patches of flaming clouds, which were beautiful. It turned out that the cloudy days two days ago, coupled with my carelessness, had ignored these beautiful scenery.
I went to bed early that night. After lying down, I couldn't sleep for a long time, and suddenly woke up: Originally, beauty was around me, but I didn't find it.
This is my ordinary but special day.
About my composition for one day 9
My day is like yesterday.
In the morning, when the sun just showed its red cerebellar tip, I woke up from my dream and looked around with a pair of hazy eyes. Everything is so fresh, but it seems to appear again yesterday. The pen and paper on the table, the flowers on the windowsill and the glittering awards on the wall are all so ordinary. I walked lazily to the sink and splashed a small pool of water on my cheeks. My day really started. I brushed my teeth, ate my meal, opened the filter of the fish tank, sucked out the sewage from the fish tank again and again, added water to the tank one by one, lifted the lid of the water tank, and poured a ladle of water into the flower pots in the east, west and south rooms. I turned on the computer and entered the busy morning of the class.
In front of the computer desk, I listed rows of books. During the teacher's lecture, I kept pouring fire into the book, turned on my mobile phone and found the homework assigned by the teacher. I took out my exercise book, and the words on it were like ants in a row, like a neat square. From the moment when the sun just showed its round body to the moment when I grabbed the western hills and hid myself, the solid black pen in my hand was already half tired. These are all like yesterday.
In the evening, I opened the textbooks of various subjects and moved my perspective busily in the dense sea of black fonts. When there were only a few lonely stars left in the traffic building opposite the window, I lifted the bed and ended my day's life.
Wait, why is this getting more and more familiar? I think so. It seems like yesterday, doing the same thing, doing the same behavior and feeling the same busyness. So it seems that today is just a repetition of yesterday. If so, what is the meaning of this life? No, today's paper and pens will never be the same as yesterday's. Today's food can't be exactly the same as yesterday's. Today's class, homework, notes, and even the priorities of the same word in books can't be the same as yesterday. Today's busyness and harvest cannot be the same as yesterday. Yesterday's today or yesterday's stepping stone, today is tomorrow's stepping stone. We constantly enrich ourselves today, which seems to be a repetition of yesterday.
About my day's composition 10
Every day, our life is colorful; Maybe, we chat with relatives at home; Perhaps, we listen to the teacher's teaching at school; Perhaps, we are walking in the countryside and enjoying the beauty of the countryside; Perhaps, we play on campus and linger among places of interest;
My day is colorful, meaningful and happy.
Last Sunday, my father, aunt, brother-in-law, aunt, elder sister, elder brother and uncle went to eling park for birthday wine.
There, there are countless flowers, really an ocean of flowers! Some are in bud, others are scrambling to open up, as if a beauty contest is being held.
Look at the gardenias in the distance, so bright and dazzling. Like a supreme princess, wearing a red mink coat, against the rain and its green carpet, it looks inviolable, impeccable and without any shortcomings. Look at the bamboo opposite it, like a prince, protecting its beautiful princess and "shuttling" freely in the thorny grass.
Those ornamental flowers across the street are singing Happy Birthday. Just when I was fascinated, the downpour roared and completely baptized the world.
After the rain, eling park has added a beautiful scenery against the sunshine and rain.
After that, we went to a restaurant. After eating and drinking enough, we went to a memorable and beautiful place-the tomb of Soviet martyrs. We are very excited at the thought that the martyrs died for us. We must study hard, set our eternal goals and work hard for our ideals.
Looking at the cypress tree in the rain, I feel that I didn't study hard and failed the hopes of my family and friends.
My life is quite full, which makes me understand a truth: I must study hard, be firm in my goals and serve my country!
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