2. Help write a composition 1. If I had a magic pen.
I want to have a magic pen and be fascinated by it all day! One night, I had a dream that an old man flew to my bedside from the window and said to me, "Little classmate, haven't you always wanted a magic pen?" I'll give it to you. When you get this magic pen, you must do good, not bad. "I quickly said," of course, I will do good, not bad. " Say that finish, grandpa took out a pen from his bag and handed it to me. Grandpa disappeared before I could say thank you.
I quickly drew a cat, ah! The kitten is alive and meowing! I am ecstatic. I finally have a magic pen beam.
The next day, I drew myself a pair of wings and forced one. I really flew. I looked down, wow! Many people are watching me! I'm a little proud. Just when I was proud, I saw several children my age begging in the street. I thought: they are too poor, or I will give them a gift. So, I drew two largest houses in the world in the relatively empty area of the city, one is the house where they live and the other is the school. A few days later, I flew in and saw many begging children taking classes here. They lived happily here. I smiled with relief.
I flew and flew to a hospital. I see many disabled people. Their life is too hard. Many disabled people have to stay at home because they have no money to treat diseases. I thought: they are so poor, why don't I give them gifts, so I took out a bottle of magic water and sprinkled it on the ground. Disabled people will become normal as long as they smell it.
I fly and fly to the desert. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew sand into my eyes and I couldn't see anything. This damn desert is because you created the sandstorm on the earth. I want to turn you into a green boat, so I took out my magic pen and drew trees, green grass and flowers in the desert. I also drew several rivers. Animals live happily here, birds fly around in the Woods, chirping and singing, and the desert suddenly.
"Baby, get up!" I was awakened. Hey! This is just a dream, but I really hope there is a magic pen in the world. How wonderful it would be!
Writing a composition with poetry as the theme is a flash in the pan, freezing memory.
After a long time, I still can't forget the moment when Epiphyllum first opened. In the bright moonlight, it just opens its arms lightly and embraces this seemingly beautiful world, like a supernatural spirit, without any distractions and suffocating beauty.
But it is so short.
The price paid for this amazing beauty is the shortness of life. No tears, no sadness, no hesitation, only stubborn loyalty to myself. In this way, it quietly blooms and fades, leaving people with infinite feelings.
No matter how gorgeous and delicate a flower is, its final fate is still getting old day by day or dying day by day. Instead, it is better to be like a epiphyllum. Although it is short-lived, it can keep fragrance forever. It has never been defiled by worldly remnants and fallen leaves, only waiting for a gorgeous flower to bloom next year.
The beauty of Epiphyllum lies in the extreme life it shows. It's amazing and fascinating. The beauty that really touches people's hearts in the world is nothing more than a flash in the pan. Short but can stay in my heart forever. Just like a cup of hot tea in the middle of the night, a pair of tenderness that touched the cheeks with tears, a fearlessness in the face of difficulties, a detached high-rise building, a comfort in a desperate situation, and a tear in the secular world will always remain in people's hearts.
Don't say epiphyllum is short-lived, they just obey their inner strength, and come out from their inner generate at the most appropriate time, showing the world a touch of surprise, a little aloof and a little free and easy. Let their most beautiful memories live in people's hearts and remain beautiful after thousands of years.
When the body dies, the memory lasts forever.
Don't linger in the secular garden, because there are no unbeaten flowers; Don't live an empty life, because it's just a walking corpse.
Be an epiphyllum, that is, an epiphyllum, leaving a touch of eternal aloof beauty in the soul. That's the ultimate.
So people call it a "flash in the pan" epiphyllum. I am a epiphyllum that blooms in the quiet night. I think everyone has heard of "a flash in the pan", yes, that's how you describe me. Many flowers advised me not to stick to my own opinions, and I never responded. I come from the forest of Central America. I was originally a mountain hermit, but now I am curled up in the corner of this noisy city and this small courtyard. Those flowers that have long been used to smoke and dust play with bees and butterflies every day, winning glory with the sun and the moon. What about me? Just staring at the side indifferently, waiting for my season wholeheartedly, brewing a bloom that belongs only to me. Yes, so is my life. It has been brewing for a lifetime, and I have devoted my life to it. On a quiet night, or a stormy night, when people are asleep and flowers are silent, they bloom quietly. That kind of beauty, that kind of brilliance, as graceful as peony, as enchanting as rose, even I was shocked by it. In this way, I admire myself at night and walk quietly through people's dreams, leaving no trace and no room. There is no need to regret or regret, because loneliness is also a kind of beauty, and a moment is also an eternity. At dawn, all you can see is a withered flower hanging coldly on the branch. I brewed day and night, and finally, at midnight, I made a blockbuster. Finally, I proved to the world that my existence is not just a foil. My life is gone, but I have no regrets. I don't need public attention, applause and applause. Although life is short, I have worked hard for it and produced beautiful flowers. The length of life is beyond my control, nor is it what I pursue. All the glory in my life has blossomed, and I am very satisfied. Occasionally, someone will hold a candle at night to share my fragrance and beauty, and also feel my loneliness and pride. This is my most gratifying moment. Yes, even if it is only dedicated to Leng Yue, the remnant star, or soothing a lonely soul, I will try my best to bloom and bloom. In the quiet night, I am a lonely and happy flower.
4. Write a composition according to Brothers Fighting Wild Goose. I finished watching the story of Brothers Fighting Wild Goose today.
The story of Brothers Fighting for Wild Goose is mainly written as follows: Once upon a time, two brothers went hunting. They saw a wild goose flying across the sky, and they argued about how delicious it was. They said, get ready to shoot geese. So I looked up at the sky, and the geese had already flown without a trace.
After reading this story, I know: act decisively, or you may miss the opportunity.
I read the book Straw House today, and the teacher Wen Youju in the story left a deep impression on me. She ignited her love for life for terminally ill mulberries, just like a candle burning with the light of love for life and life. Its fire lit an almost extinguished candle, which conveyed the spirit of "igniting love for life for others".
I remember a similar story, an article written by Shi Tiesheng, called Missing in Autumn. It says that when his leg was paralyzed, he lost confidence in life. His mother wants him to relax by looking at flowers and arouse his love for life. Unfortunately, when Shi Tiesheng and his mother were about to leave, his mother died. He finally understood her pains and decided to live well.
These stories inspired me a lot. Imagine what you would do if a friend of yours also lost his love for life. Can we also light up the love of life for others? We don't need to spend too much energy, too much property and too much time. As long as we share our love for life and life with others, our circle will become bigger and bigger, and more and more people will love life and love life. One day, you will suddenly find that you are just complaining, sad and painful in that dark little world, but you have not found how beautiful the outside world is!
Often when we lose our love for life and life, we will complain about the unfairness of fate, or immerse ourselves in endless sorrow and pain, but never think about living for ourselves, others and goals worth working for. Because of this, there are enthusiastic people like Teacher Wen Youju who are willing to share their love for life with others. They are conveying the spirit of "lighting their love for life for others".
One day, I read the story "Brothers Fighting Wild Goose": The story tells that a man saw a wild goose flying in the sky, prepared to shoot it down with a bow, and went home to cook it. His brother said, "When the goose is cooked, it should be roasted." Two people argued endlessly, and as a result, the geese flew early, which reminds me of, for example, a classmate giving a lecture on the stage during class, and they discussed it below. As time goes by, they still don't hear anything clearly or know the correct answer, so we can't discuss it at the right time like the two brothers in the article. This article made me understand that it is now or never, and it is useless to do more practical things.
5. Writing according to the topic loves silence.
Flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, and honor and disgrace are not shocking; Looking up at the sky, the clouds are rolling. Whether to stay or not ...
Close the book, close your eyes and think quietly. The breeze blew, opened the pages at the fingertips and blew out a roll of thoughts.
"Little girl, what book do you want to buy!" A noisy bookstore is crowded with colorful popular novels and a group of middle school students.
"I'll see for myself, thank you!" My eyes swept the book being pushed, but I was attracted by a written case in the corner. She just lay quietly, silently. On the cover, the girl with tears in her eyes and full of hope but confusion seemed to be saying something silently.
"This book is the latest!" "Yes, the final version!" The girls in the back are noisy, but the bookstore is still slightly depressed and noisy. Only the book in front of me silently occupies the small world that belongs to her.
What shocked me so much is hard to say, but when I saw the blue tears in the girl's eyes, the small candle with "5 12" written on the red background, and the white dove flying in the blue sky, I had a complicated feeling in my heart, but there was one main axis, and that was the love that never faded in the past two months.
I reached for the book, went to the cashier and said, "boss, I want this one!" " "But when I handed the book, I clearly heard him say in a slightly trembling voice: Let's go together in the afterlife. The voice is not loud, but it is clear. Those noisy girls suddenly became quiet. Yes, we all know what this means.
At that moment, all the noise instantly solidified, and the suppressed air seemed to suddenly freshen up. Sensitive newcomers open the connection. Those vague but clear pictures, the fragments of blood, sweat and tears, and the silent love in loneliness and depression are back. At this moment, it flows quietly, just like an afternoon that shook the earth a few months ago.
There are a few boys in the bookstore, and they have returned to this small bookstore noisily, but I know that if they were in the bookstore just now, they will definitely experience the washing of great love again.
"Have a meal!" Mother's kind voice came, gently put the book on the stone table in the front yard and entered the room, but her heart was still moving.
Another breeze blew and the leaves opened. I clearly remember a sentence: in the noisy world, many stories are the beginning, and many are the end. You will notice, or you won't notice at all! Some people begin to forget after paying attention, while others become very useful memories!
Flowers are not surprised by carelessness, and clouds are unintentional because they have no love. But we sincere people will always be bathed in silent love. Because love is silent, only silent feelings!
Happiness is priceless.
Sigh ..... "Looking at my haggard self in the mirror, my poor happiness can't help sighing.
Looking around, everything is so magnificent, everything is made of jade-pure crystal lamps, walls inlaid with platinum and jade, and even the floor is made of silver-but he still doesn't know why, still pulls a long face, and always feels something is missing, which is what he understands-happiness!
He stared at the floor, lost in thought, and his thoughts returned to the simple and happy days six years ago. ...
At that time, he was penniless and homeless, but all this bad luck could not stop him from laughing happily and shouting happily-really as poor as his name, only happiness was left.
At that time, poor happiness was always so lively. He can listen to the birds chirping quietly for three or four hours, and then dance to the melody of the song. He can look at the grass and spend five or six hours by the roadside with his eyes open, and then be intoxicated by the lush flowers and plants; He will even be proud of sleeping in the street-"I am so great! Heaven is my bedding, and the ground can only be my bed! "
"Table tennis ..." The sound of the golden cup landing pulled the poor happiness back from the memory. He glanced around helplessly-still pure crystal lamps, walls covered with white gold and jade, silver floor-and shook his head regretfully. The fat old man appeared in his poor and happy mind.
On that day, poor and happy were singing happily for the rising sun, but did not find a chubby old man walking quietly towards him.
"Hey, brother!" Poor and happy only felt a fat hand on his shoulder. Looking back, he saw a haggard face.
"What is it?" Poor * * * asked him with a happy smile.
"Well ... how about making a deal?" The fat old man still woebegone tunnel.
"What deal?" Poor happiness brings interest.
"Well ... as for me, I am a rich man with assets of over 100 million. Well ... I want to exchange all my property for yours ... "At this point, the fat old man hesitated.
"Give me what?" Poor and happy, when I heard "billions of assets", my heart was full of joy.
"For you ... for you-happiness!"
Hearing this, the poor and the happy were both amused: "This man is so stupid that he even traded the assets of the enemy for happiness, hehe …", thinking to himself, he was not idle: "Of course!"
Hearing this, the fat old man was full of surprise and doubt: "Do you really agree?"
Poor and happy nodded, and the fat old man immediately signed a contract with him and exchanged with each other. He still remembers how happy the fat old man was when he got happy!
6. Write a composition according to the story of mending shoes. Whenever I think of the scene in the cold winter and the amiable and respectable old man, I feel admiration.
It was a cold winter evening, the north wind was blowing, and people hurried home wrapped in coats. I carried my schoolbag, took off my sneakers and walked step by step. The hateful wind kept drilling into the hole, and I was shivering with cold. I was complaining about this pair of shoes when, suddenly, I saw an old man mending shoes in the corner pick up his toolbox and prepare to go home. I had an idea: I might as well mend my shoes. I can't wait to run up and ask, "Grandpa, can you help me repair my shoes?" The old man looked at the whistling sky in the cold wind, then at my shoes and said, "OK!" " "The old man sat down again, opened the toolbox, picked up my shoes and mended them. I saw him put his shoes between his legs, with a needle in his right hand and a thread in his left. He struggled to sew the needle and blew air into his hand from time to time. By this time, the shoes had been mended, but he didn't stop. He sewed another one and said, "little boy, you can't do it unless you are strong." "
After the shoes were repaired, I asked him how much it was. The old man held out three fingers wrapped in tape. ":three yuan?" "Triangle," said the old man.
":oh! Thank you. " I said give him the money. ":oh! You're welcome, "the old man said kindly.
I took a few steps, turned around and saw the old man packing his toolbox and going home. A warm current was boiling from the soles of his feet to his heart. ...
7. Write a composition according to the materials. Life is training.
-I want to strengthen myself.
"After the storm, there are the most beautiful rainbows, the most dazzling diamonds in the cooled lava, and the most mellow wine in the jar that has been dusty for thousands of years." "The sun is always after the storm ..."
Jade does not polish beauty, and people do not polish it. Hone yourself, cultivate yourself in tempering, reshape yourself in tempering, and maximize the value of life. Life is tempered everywhere. What we have to do is not to decide to give up in tempering, but to learn to be self-reliant in tempering.
These two days, I helped my mother sort out the old newspaper, and I came across a news story: 1 1 years ago, a rural family in Henan suffered a major change: her father suddenly suffered from intermittent mental illness, and her grief-stricken mother left without saying goodbye. There is also a younger brother and an abandoned baby who was picked up by his father after illness. The burden of this family fell on the eldest son, Hong Zhanhui, who was only 12 years old.
So, 1 1 year after year, while studying, Hong Zhanhui overcame unimaginable difficulties, took care of his father who was often ill, and raised his sister ... During this period, he also wavered and tried to escape, but a responsibility finally made him "just walk silently and unwilling to give up". He started to work, started a small business, saved money for the whole family, refused donations from others many times, and insisted on supporting his family with the money he earned ... Isn't this Hong Zhanhui's constant self-improvement? This is a good example of learning to stand on your own feet through tempering.
Self-improvement is the mother of luck. If life is a play, then tempering is the soul of the play. What you temper is all kinds of disappointments in life, such as study, work and so on. For some people who can't stand the test, without the tempering of life, they will be very helpless and depressed when they encounter these things; On the contrary, for a person who often hons himself and has a strong will, he will stand up from adversity and rush out in prosperity!
"It takes time and patience to hone yourself. To hone yourself, you need to be able to withstand loneliness and loneliness. Hone yourself and be fearless of the difficulties in life. Hone yourself and overcome your inertia and selfishness. " Indeed, even an eagle will only be vigorous after the baptism of the storm; No matter how big the tree is, it will go through the sun and rain, and people will thrive when they are trampled. In today's world, that kind of famous great man is not tempered, difficult to get along with, or in adversity? Napoleon once said: Self-improvement, like honor, is an island without a beach.
Honing is not only a sentence, but also a journey that everyone must take on the road of life. But who can go on after this journey depends on your one percent luck and ninety-nine percent luck.
The more the brain is honed, the more flexible it is, and the more thoroughly it is honed; The more honed and developed the limbs, the more determined the will. Only a tempered life can lead a full life, and only a tempered youth can be more brilliant.
Exercise is neither too easy nor too painful. It is up to you to decide whether to give up or learn to stand on your own feet in the process of tempering. But you have to remember: although one success does not mean eternal success, a good beginning is half the battle; On the contrary, if you can't stand the blow and lose to yourself once, you may lose to yourself forever. You know: it is difficult for smooth sailing people to achieve extraordinary results; There is no skill to beat others except self-reproach, and there is no skill to beat others except self-improvement.
Honing is a precious wealth of life, and self-improvement is a witness to this precious life course. Life is training ―― everyone should strive for self-improvement!
8. Write a composition based on poetry and grow up slowly.
Poetry and I have formed an indissoluble bond since childhood. Because of poetry, I know that time flies; Because of poetry, I understand the preciousness of friendship; Also because of poetry, I can perceive the traces left by the years.
Seven years old, what an innocent age, often hurting others' hearts but still taking care of yourself. When I think about it, I feel funny and full of nostalgia. From then on, I knew there was a short but meaningful style. What "Goose Goose, Xiang Tiange cocked his neck", "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly remembered home". Poetry like this is fresh. Snuggle in grandpa's arms every day, listen to one story after another about poetry, and dream after dream.
Grade five, I am thirteen years old, which is the age that needs friendship and teacher's affection. At that time, everyone understood their future and responsibilities. Just for the admiration of my partner, I kept reciting and reading. One rainy night, my neighbor Qiu had a high fever and my parents were away. I heard his call and rode his bike to the hospital for one night. Soon, he fell asleep, mumbling poems praising friendship, such as "Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun" and "However, China holds our friendship, and heaven is still our neighbor". This is a story sent by two thirteen-year-old boys. After many years, Qiu still misses it, but I always say, "Really, why don't I remember?" I just want to have this poetic friendship forever, so I never mention it. We don't remember until we are old. How wonderful!
I am worthy of this age, extremely fragile but exciting. Nowadays, people don't talk about everything as they did when they were children. They always keep dusty secrets. I didn't say anything, but silently read one poem after another, stroking one memory after another and sighing the traces left again and again. Looking back suddenly, I have grown up. I am no longer a child running around the street, but I understand my responsibility and start flying with my heart and building with my dreams.
Years are like poems, but they have created one story after another, shaped one role after another, and spread one poem after another. Fifty years later, do I remember who I was and what I did in those years? Let yesterday stick to time, cherish today and grasp tomorrow.
9. Write a material composition according to the material and take off with branches.
The Pacific Ocean, at the head of the four oceans, is vast and boundless, and it is almost impossible for birds to fly over it, but there is one kind of bird that can fly over it. When this bird flies across the Pacific Ocean, it has a branch in its mouth. When it is tired of flying, put the branch in the water, stand on it to rest, and then take this branch and continue flying until it reaches the other side. Imagine, if it brings not branches that are useless to others, but food and a bird's nest on which it can live, then can it fly and how far can it fly? It can be seen that success lies not in the quality of conditions, but in whether we can properly use all resources to treat the current situation. The weak missed the opportunity under superior conditions, but the strong can tread a fragrant road full of flowers and herbs in the thorns everywhere, just like a bird flying over the Pacific Ocean, which can stand and fly with only a small branch and achieve its own career.
From this, I thought of life. The long river of life is calm, slow and steady, with rapids and dangerous beaches, fishing boats singing late and rocks swirling. Many times, difficulties lie in front of us like the endless Pacific Ocean. Most people only look at the ocean and sigh, but miss the beautiful scenery on the other side. Some people always take off bravely with a branch that keeps them flying. That branch was discovered and created with firm belief, unremitting efforts and good mentality, which is conducive to various conditions for success.
A mother didn't go to school all day. Of course, she can't teach her sons word for word when they begin to receive cultural education, but she has her own "branches"-great maternal love, clever mind and belief in a better life. After finishing work every day, under the dim kerosene lamp, she began to check her sons' study for a day. She let the eldest son watch the younger son recite the text with himself, and then let the younger son watch the older son recite the text with himself. In fact, she just stared at her son's hand and turned the page. When she saw him turning the page, she turned it quickly, so as not to let her son know that they didn't dare to stare at it at all. They were lazy. In this way, illiterate, she has made two sons, one in a university and the other in a large enterprise, both of whom are management elites.
Ordinary life background does not mean success in flying life, nor does it mean that only extraordinary achievements can be considered brilliant. But the result of a lifetime of struggle is definitely more rewarding than a lifetime of no progress. A friend told me this sentence: we can't choose our appearance, but we can smile; We can't control the weather, but we can change our mood; We can't do everything smoothly, but we can try our best in everything; We can't extend the length of life, but we can determine its width. How intriguing!
People, as long as they don't limit themselves, as long as they don't give up, put aside their inner fears and concentrate on meeting various challenges with a highly optimistic attitude. I believe that no one can hinder your progress!
10. Write a composition according to the materials. Everyone says that "only a mother is good in the world". I think my father is no exception.
Dad is tall, short, fat and thin, with big eyes, besides; And two big ears. Dad's hobbies are singing, drinking, playing chess and playing computer. Dad likes to wear a suit, and dad also likes to raise fish and shrimp.
My father is also a helpful citizen. One day, it was gray and dark, and it was going to rain. Dad is in a hurry to go home. Dad saw Liu Laobo harvesting rice. Dad saw it and went home. He went over and picked up a broom to harvest rice with Liu Laobo. The two men are busy collecting rice and putting it into a big bag. Mr. Liu was so busy that he couldn't breathe and sucked. Dad told him to have a rest and tie up the remaining two bags. It really rained at a bad time, and it rained heavily with a crash. Dad didn't let the rain stop what he wanted to do. Dad tied the bag and moved the rice to a place without rain. After doing it, my father has become a "girl-picking chicken". Liu Laobo asked my dad to go to his house to rest, and then go home when the rain stopped. Dad refused and braved the wind and rain to go home.
When I got home, my father had fainted. Mom touched dad's forehead. "Oh, it's so hot." . When Dad wakes up, many people will see him: relatives and friends, and people that Dad helped before. So many, Liu Laobo is here. Everyone says that dad is the best person, and we should learn from him in the future.
My father is such a person. Think less about yourself and more about others.
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My father is tall and has bright eyes. People say dad is slim, but I think dad is too slim. Dad is a teacher by profession, but he has many hobbies, such as playing basketball, watching news on the Internet, watching TV and playing table tennis.
Dad always watches several table tennis and volleyball matches in China. Even in the middle of the night, my father has to get up to cheer for the China team, and sometimes he looks as excited as the head coach on the field. Under his influence, I am almost a small fan. ...
Dad can not only repair all kinds of things, but also write a very ingenious composition.
Once, I rode my bike down the slope, and the car ran forward like the wind, reaching the limit of this bike. On the second slope, I wanted to be faster, so I stepped harder. Who knows, the chain came out of the sprocket teeth, which almost caused me to fall down, so I had to stop and install the chain. Not long after riding, the disappointing chain broke again. At this time, my father came up to me, looked at my sad face and asked me, "What's the matter?" I said hesitantly, "Dad, I ... I lost the chain of my car ..." Dad smiled and said, "Isn't it easy?" After that, I took out my pliers from the room, quickly took off a chain end, and then connected the chain, so that my bike could sit again. ...
Another time, I was writing my composition My Dog. I wrote the beginning and the process incisively and vividly, but there was no end. Seeing me scratching my head, my father knew that I had another problem, so he kindly said to me, "Another problem, right?" I nodded, pointed to the end and said, "I can't write the end." Dad said patiently, "This is my puppy." He paused. "This is my lovely dog. Do you like it? Both endings will do. " Dad helped me solve the problem and I finished my composition happily. ...
This is the person who impressed me deeply-dad.