In the usual study, work or life, everyone must have been exposed to composition. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is my excellent composition carefully arranged for the company day, for reference only. Let's have a look.
When you are with me, my sky is especially blue. In the days when you accompany me, my land is particularly green; I will have more smiles when I have you; I will be happier when I have you.
You brought my little life into this world. From then on, a bright little star appeared in the bright sky. In the long process of growing up, you accompanied me through my golden childhood. However, childhood is like all kinds of shells on the beach, with the sea shining with colorful light. And you, like a giant under the sky, stretch out your broad and powerful arms to shelter me from the wind and rain. I am like a boat, rippling greedily on the water. Wherever you go, there is always your warm eyes. No matter what you are doing, there will always be words of encouragement from you. Now, I am a middle school student. Every time I look back, it's like seeing the road to success covered with flowers. It is you who moisten my young heart with sweet rain and dew; It is you who greet the dawn for me with rough hands; You helped me regain my confidence in failure. I just want to thank you for being with me all the way. I remember those days when I was a baby. I felt a trace of sadness, and the wind blew out of sight. You let me know how to be strong, you let me learn to face it, and you let me understand failure. Day after day, year after year, you accompanied me to taste 16 spring glory and autumn drought, and witnessed the hot summer and cold winter together.
Who doesn't long for the joy of "the grass seems close, but it doesn't exist" Who doesn't want to clear away the sorrow of "fragrant grass is as light as smoke" along the way? You made me feel the warmth of family and the sincerity of friendship, and made me feel the ups and downs of life. Because I am young and ignorant, I take all your concerns for granted, forget your inculcation, and often regard your grievances as nagging.
As night falls, thoughts fly and anxiety haunts my mind. The night snow has been interwoven into a net, like a castle sweeping away the dust of the soul, and like a dark bottomless pit that is inaccessible. I am often unsociable, forgotten in the corner, waiting alone, expecting you to bring me the morning light. Every time the wind blows, I let my thoughts wander, and then I return to my intense study, as if I were shouldering your infinite expectations.
You are like a bright lamp, illuminating my way forward in the dark; You let running water flow into every corner of my heart; You are like a most touching song, playing the most sacred melody for me. In those lost days, I was happy with you; I am glad to have your company in those happy days. Mom, I am very lucky to have you with me all the way. I am extremely happy. However, as time goes by, your temples have turned gray.
The days with you, the sun is shining and flowers are everywhere.
Before you know it, it's time for spring.
Walking on the path in the park, next to your hands are the delicate faces of flowers, fresh grass fragrance in your breath, and gentle spring breeze blowing across your cheeks. This spring is like her, like, grandma's hand, her gentle palm.
When I was a child, my grandmother loved me very much. She bought my favorite "Ding Baobao" bite by bite, and made me beautiful clothes by herself. Grandma became my pride in front of children of the same age. Later, when I grew up and became independent, I was a little impatient with my grandmother's "everything should be considered".
What I can't forget most is her stupidity when I yelled at her, and her gentleness to me as always.
It was a summer night of summer vacation, and I was thinking hard about my homework. My grandmother suddenly and mysteriously handed me a tablet: "Baby, which of these two pigeons is better?" I was upset, but looking at grandma's expectant eyes, I had to take it and give it back to her after a look: "grandma, isn't this the same?" Grandma seemed to notice the unhappiness in my tone, so she hesitated, and then carefully asked, "Look carefully, help grandma choose …" Before I finished, I said impatiently, "Grandma! I have homework to do, you choose it yourself! " As soon as this was said, the air solidified. Grandma opened her mouth, but said nothing, sighed and left. My heart was suddenly stabbed by something. I suddenly realized that I seldom go to grandma's house. Grandma just wants me to spend more time with her at this time. She loves me so much, but I treat her like this ... I regret it, but I have never had the courage to apologize to her.
Until one time, when I cut the fruit myself, I accidentally cut my finger with a knife, and suddenly I was bleeding. I'm at a loss. I just want to scream. At this time, grandma rushed over: "Are you all right? Ouch! What happened to your hand? ! "After dressing me up skillfully, I blushed, and finally I couldn't help it. I said something I had been holding back for a long time:" Grandma, I'm really sorry I didn't choose a photo for you last time. " She paused, then burst into a big smile: "Nothing, nothing, why are you carrying it?" Grandma has long forgotten. Come on, eat quickly. "At that time, the overflowing smile on her face was more beautiful than the girl's smile, and it was the most beautiful spring in my heart.
Grandma's smile, grandma's hand and grandma's caring words all accompanied me to grow up. Grandma and I together of the day, is my' spring, flowers bloom, Fei Ying grass grows.
This is the first cold and warm season.
Outside the window, the cold wind roared past, the sky was endless, and the city was low and heavy. In the window, the dim light is sprinkled, and the piano has an ancient luster. In the face of a few pages of music, the hand that just blew up can't help but tremble, and the dense notes seem to laugh at my cowardice.
"Hey!" The dark red door was slowly pushed open. Looking back, a jade face caught my eye. It's my mother. She smiled and said, "What's the matter? Are you too tired?" Sounds like honey, mellow and moist, sweet to my heart. Say that finish, her slender white calloused hand gently on my shoulder, let me * * * with delicate techniques, the meaning of comfort is lost, as if all the irritability was purified by water-like gentleness.
"Come on, mom believes you!" Her words fell into my heart like a stone, rippling layer by layer. I chose it at the beginning because I longed for the elegant back when playing the piano and the feeling of dancing with my fingertips. However, the road was full of mud and thorns, and I struggled forward, and finally I was black and blue. My eyes can't help but feel gloomy again.
My mother seemed to read my mind and said, "Even if it rains on the way to play the piano, my mother will always be with you and be your sunshine, even if it is weak, it will illuminate a small piece of darkness above your head." Her words are like gentle petals, emitting a faint fragrance, slowly surrounding me, gently lifting me up, wrapping my loneliness and helplessness layer by layer, and slowly healing me. Mother leaned forward, reached for the music score and analyzed it with me. "This paragraph should be getting weaker and weaker!" "Step here." ..... The wind outside the window is getting softer and softer, and the sun shines through the clouds, spilling long-lost warmth and a little golden light on our hair. Everything seems to make the sunshine seal the affection. ...
Clouds roll and clouds relax, peach blossoms scatter eyebrows, rouge wipes ... Time flows in jumping notes, and fingertips become more and more coherent on the keys, dancing like butterflies and hovering like swallows in the air. Even in those fleeting days, my mother sometimes translated the music for me and sometimes analyzed it with me. She will just sit quietly, but as long as she is with me, I will feel at ease. I have no talent for music. When my initial yearning for supporting me to play the piano was shattered, it was my mother who told me with actions that family ties were the most lasting companionship.
In summer, when I got into Grade 10, elegant music flowed slowly from my fingertips. Out of the examination room, my nose hurts when I see my mother's flowery smile. It's good to have her company!
I looked at her firm eyes as if I saw another journey in the future. With her, there is sunshine.
Since I became a deskmate with her, my days at school have been warm and wonderful. Even when I am under great pressure to study, she can bring me warmth. She is lovely, her skin is as white as snow, her slender eyebrows are upturned, and her watery eyes emit warm light of wisdom. I affectionately call her "Chunchun". Whenever I meet an old friend, I can't help introducing her.
I remember the teacher arranged for us to sit together in junior high school. At first, I only knew that she was excellent. There is always an invisible pressure hanging over me when I am alone with her, and I am in awe of her. Who would have thought that she greeted me so warmly and modestly: "Hello, we are deskmates, please take care of us in the future!" " "Sweet voice, I looked at her face, smile is so warm, corners of the mouth slightly up, showing white teeth. I was infected by her voice and smile, and so were my classmates. English is my weakness, and I have no confidence in learning it. She can take the initiative to teach me and explain in her sweet voice. I can find some confidence from her help.
The tense and happy semester will end with her. I didn't hold on. I had a bad cold and was tossing and turning in the hospital all day. On the way to school the next day, I was very nervous: what about the class and homework for one day? But as soon as I got to my seat, I found my notes neatly placed on my desk, with neat fonts. "Sorry, the font is a little scrawled. This is yesterday's note. It's good to have you back! " Jun Chun looked at me with delight and whispered. Her eyes are full of gentle light, and she reassured me to meet the final exam.
After that, we also experienced separation. After the winter vacation, the first feeling when you step into the classroom is wrong. Looking carefully, Chunchun and I are separated by a wide aisle, like facing her across a river, which is psychologically a kind of loss! As long as we visit each other after class, we really want to go back to the days when she helped us with a smile. This strong desire seems to be seen by the teacher. At a class meeting, the teacher asked who wanted to change back to their seats. The classroom is so quiet. I held my breath, and no one seemed to raise my hand. I really want to raise my hand, but I'm afraid this unusual move will be very different. So I hesitated, tangled and raised my hand. At this time, I looked around, and suddenly my eyes lit up and a hand held it firmly. It's her. I was so excited that a warm current came to my mind. She also saw me and smiled at me. We are deskmates again.
Whether it goes well or not, Chunchun always smiles at herself and others. Her mentality affected me. Seeing her, I feel insecure psychologically and don't panic when I do difficult things. In the days when she accompanied me, I gained confidence! Deskmate, it's good to have your company!
Father's love is the morning sunshine, which illuminates us. When you wake up in the morning, you can hear my father say "good morning" softly. When the weather is bad, my father drives me so that I don't get wet by the relentless wind and rain. This is all my father's deep love for us. All in all, it's good to have a father's love!
When I was a child, fatherly love was the quiet door opening sound when I came back.
My father is a self-employed. He gets up early, goes out early and comes back late every day just to create the best environment for me and let me go to the best school. Therefore, whenever I hear my father quietly opening the door, it is the happiest time of my day. At that time, I always listened to my father's quiet opening of the door and his gentle words: "Is my son asleep?" At this time, I will feel a warm current flowing all over my body when I lie in bed.
Father's love shines on us like the sun, but he never bothers. It's really good to have my father's love every day!
When you grow up, fatherly love is a gentle exhortation.
I am a stubborn child. After the second grade, I will not allow my father to see me off. I go to school with my bag on my back every day. The school is close to my home, so I insist on walking to school every day. Of course, except when it is windy and rainy, whenever I go out, I always hear my father's gentle exhortation, "Be careful on the road, watch the car, don't cross the road, don't worry, there is still enough time." I didn't think so at the time. Why does a big man talk so much? I always casually answer, "Oh, I see." Now I understand that my father's annoying exhortations are all about me and full of deep fatherly love.
Now, my father's love is that cup of espresso.
Since entering junior high school, the study pressure has increased, and I have to finish my homework very late every day. Whenever this time, my father will bring me a cup of espresso, and then ask me if I am under great pressure to study. After that, he always left for fear of disturbing my study. I drank that cup of strong coffee and felt a strong father's love, mellow and long.
Fatherly love is the truest and most beautiful love in the journey of life; Fatherly love is also the purest and strongest love in the world. Every day with a father's love is beautiful.
Dear grandma, it's been two years and four months since you left me! I wonder if you remember the days when you and I were in that heaven. Those days with you were wonderful!
I remember when I was in the third grade, one day my homework was to recite a text. I didn't want to recite it, but my father beat me. You hurriedly dragged me to the hut, holding a book and teaching me seriously: "Son, why are you struggling?" I have to recite it sooner or later. Don't do your homework without reciting it? Teachers will criticize you and classmates will laugh at you. Aren't you the most self-respecting Then where will your face be? "I didn't speak, you said," Come on, I'll teach you how to recite. "Say it out, you will read it again and again. I looked at your kind face, listened to your slow voice and read unconsciously. After reading it several times, you covered the textbook and said, "I'll read it, you recite it, come on, start!" " "At first, you and I were talking loudly. Unconsciously, I found that I was the only one carrying it. After reading two sentences, you close the book and look at my back. I looked at you angrily, but you smiled and said, "This is not my back!" " "I scratched my head and smiled shyly. At that moment, I felt that endorsement was also a very happy thing.
It's good to have you to endorse with me!
I remember in the fourth grade, when you were embroidering cross stitch, I sat by and watched you embroider, and my palms began to itch. You gave me a piece of cloth, a needle and a thread. It took me a long time to thread the thread on the needle and then embroider it on the cloth. Because I didn't pull the thread to the end, I tied a button on the second stitch, but it didn't untie, but it got messy. You shook your head, untied it three times, five times and two times, took my hand, held a needle and a cloth, and taught me to embroider. Needle and thread in your hand, like jumping notes, soon became a blessing word. I am very satisfied with this blessing. You see, I have learned a little, so let me embroider it myself. you look at me in the face I just finished the first stitch, and I'm used to not sewing. I put the second needle in the middle and pulled the thread to the end. I embroidered a few more stitches, nothing wrong. You brought me a simple cross stitch and started the unfinished work. I look at you, sit next to you, and embroider. The sunshine shines on you and me, full of happiness and love.
It's good to have you to embroider cross stitch with me!
You also accompanied me to do many things, such as playing checkers, playing poker, making clay sculptures ... every time I have your company, I am very happy. How I miss those wonderful days! How I wish you could stay with me! Those days with you were wonderful!
When I was a child, that piece of paper with rough texture and fragrant ink became the place where I pursued my dreams day and night. Accompanied by day and night, we smiled at each other.
When I was three or four years old, when I was more educated, I attacked the unknown field of "book" and read Snow White. The beautiful princess was trapped and the handsome prince saved her. Reading "A Mountain of Yugong", my ignorant heart imagines the pain of moving mountains. Looking at the little match girl, I look forward to seeing the illusion of happiness with my own eyes by candlelight. Books seem to fill every corner of life, telling me good, evil, beauty and ugliness. When I was a child, I flew to growth and the future in a colorful hot air balloon. I don't feel lonely with books all the way.
When I grew up, I became more and more thirsty for books and even made many interesting things.
An ordinary day, an ordinary night, but an unusual dream. In my dream, I found myself hiding in the quilt and reading secretly with a flashlight. After waking up, I found this method feasible and started to act at night. I'll lie on the bed, ears pricked up, and listen until I'm sure my parents next door will close the door and turn off the lights. I put my hand on the zipper of the curtain to reduce the noise, and tried to move horizontally to reduce the creaking sound of the bed ... After all kinds of hardships, I finally got this book, Gulliver's Travels. Last time I forgot to go to bed, I sat in my chair and read directly, so that I forgot the time. After getting up the next day, I yawned again and again. It's really "exhausting Iraq"!
Today, however, they prefer ancient poems and Song Ci. The grandeur of thinking includes "the river does not return, the waves are exhausted, and the romantic figures of the ages." Think of Jing Ya, there are "small hiring Ting, Qing Yan, faint bees." Think about the ancient rhyme, there is "the leaves are dry and rainy, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind and the lotus are in one fell swoop"; When you think of beauty, there will be "chaos without fragrance, flying flowers without wind." The sadness in Yang Liuan's "Xiao Feng Canyue" is destined to be fixed in Song Ci, and Li Qingzhao's "Should be young, should be fat, should be red and should be thin". The cold in the northern frontier also surrounds the "spring breeze is not enough" little me, but I have a big heart and a distant dream, which are intertwined with the dreams of the ancients and woven into a beautiful side.
On the days when books are accompanied, catkins fly lightly and water waves overflow slightly. When dreams and happiness accompany you, take a nap with a book and blow your eyes, it is spring. My lips are slightly open and I look at you with a smile: I am self-indulgent and you are free.
You are my favorite teacher! -inscription
Miss Li is my head teacher. He is in his thirties. He has taught countless students naturally, but his hair is getting less and less. The only advantage of this is that his head will reflect sunlight, and we can know that he has come from far away.
I have been with Miss Li since I was in junior high school. More than two years have passed, and I am afraid I have seen him more often than my parents.
But I just want to say that it's good to have Miss Li with me!
In summer, sitting in a classroom with more than 60 people will feel stuffy.
At this time, I had to rely on the help of the air-conditioning brother, but the air-conditioning brother just didn't give force and kept leaking. Teacher Li even made dozens of phone calls back and forth to the master who repaired the air conditioner. That uncle runs our classroom more than twice a day, but it leaks again soon after each repair! After many times, Miss Li was embarrassed to ask the master to repair the air conditioner again.
What should I do? Teacher Li will come and connect some soft pipes to the air conditioner, then spend them and put them in the bucket, and the water will flow into the bucket. Miss Li is so clever! It is worthy of being "wily."
Don't think that solving the flood is as easy as I wrote. Miss Li has missed several classes.
When we were in English class, he "sneaked into" the classroom and took apart the air conditioner drastically, and found a bunch of mice settling here. Oh, my God, what, a mouse! Fortunately, I am far away, otherwise my heart must be shaking. Teacher Li mercilessly beat them to death with a broom and threw them into the trash can. My mood? Needless to say, I must be a little sorry.
Teacher Li finally found the root of the problem. It's hard enough that he cleaned the air conditioner carefully and didn't disturb our class! A class just passed in a hurry.
In the next class, Miss Li came again. A person who works hard under air conditioning will see his hunched back from time to time. I see his sweaty cheeks from time to time.
A few days after the air conditioner was repaired, he asked us why we had to tie heavy objects to the water pipes. Our answers are varied. Finally, he said, because there is more and more water, the water pipes will slowly float, fall to the ground and flood the classroom. Tie a heavy object, and the water pipe will not float!
Our dear teacher Li, thank you! Teach us so many things and give us so much love!
In these three years, I was the luckiest to meet you and become your student!
Under your guidance, I benefited a lot!
It's good to have your company!