In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone is inevitably exposed to composition. Composition is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? Below is a confession composition that I carefully compiled for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. Confession Composition 1
The years passed by inadvertently, leaving not a single word.
——Inscription
Do you still remember the knowing smile you gave me inadvertently? Remember that time you helped me? Do you still remember the love letter I had to write to you? Do you still remember that the person I like is you?
Maybe you don’t remember, but do you know how sad I am every time you answer the wrong question asked by the teacher in class, because you have to stand again. These days, in class, You were a little sleepy when you were there. What happened to you? I know you like playing basketball, I know you will be very happy even if you are tired, because you like playing basketball, you love playing basketball, but when you come back sweating profusely, I want to hand you a towel. A bottle of water is also good! But I can't, I'm not even qualified to play around with you.
The first time we met was in elementary school, and I laughed at you. Maybe you don’t remember it, but I will always remember it, your smile; your face; when you played basketball The heroic and refreshing appearance; and the encounter we once had.
In the blink of an eye, we are in the second grade of junior high school. Maybe in the remaining years, you will still bother me and ignore me, but I will continue to like you.
Time passed really quickly, and before we could talk properly, he left.
Many times, I have cried, laughed, been disappointed, and confused. I don't know if my love is worth it, whether my efforts will be rewarded, but I don't regret it, I love you.
I really love you and am afraid of losing you.
Oh, by the way, remember when you didn’t know me in junior high school, I made you angry, and you even knocked over my bookshelf...
I still remember these few words. It’s ridiculous, right? Has your memory been washed away by time? Confession essay 2
Will you often go home to accompany your parents? I hope the answer is yes, because companionship is the longest confession of love.
When we were children, we were still in the rocking car. As long as we called mom, she would be by our side to coax us. No matter how ignorant we were, she would always be with us, from the beginning Learning the pronunciation with babbling, how many times did she say "mom" before we slowly learned to accept the word, and then learned to walk with chopsticks. After many falls and broken rice bowls, we learned to eat and walk by ourselves. Although it is such a simple thing for us, you never know how much effort our parents put into us.
Gradually, as we grew up, we began to get tired of our parents. We disliked them for being nagging and caring too much. Various expressions of disgust appear on our formerly happy smiling faces, full of disgust. For what purpose? Maybe we have really grown up. We started to have our own little secrets and our own good friends, and we didn’t want our parents to have too much control over our lives, but we shouldn’t regard our parents’ care as a trouble. We should learn to communicate with our parents to avoid the gap between us and alienate the people who care most about us.
Maybe when we grow up, we want to go further, maybe because of our dreams; maybe because we want our parents to be proud of us; or maybe it is to get rid of the plans our parents have for us. journey. No matter how far we go, we must remember that there are still gray-haired parents at home waiting for us to come home. Maybe they are really old and can no longer hold chopsticks. Please don't dislike them, but give them more care. Remember that they also loved us so much.
Parents don’t need a lot, really. It is their greatest wish to go home often and remember that companionship is the longest confession of love. Confession Composition 3
I am a little bat wearing a big black robe. During the day, I slept upside down in a dark cave. Because my paws are very strong when I relax, I can firmly hold on to the stone and fall asleep. I might sleep, maybe 20 hours a day, and only come out to look for food at night. My family is very large and we carry many viruses but never get sick. Because we have a strong immune system, it protects my family like a huge umbrella.
Some people think I look like a mouse and hate me, while others think I look like a bird. In fact, I am nothing. I have neither the thick feathers of a bird nor the long tail of a mouse. In fact, I am a mammal that can fly. I am still a good friend of mankind! I like to eat insects, fruits and fish and can help people get rid of many nasty pests. In addition, I communicate with my family through ultrasound, and humans used my ultrasound to invent radar.
One day, the peaceful life was broken. Humans took my family and friends and turned them into "food on the plate."
The virus we carried broke out, infected humans, and brought disaster to humans.
As a little bat, I just want to live quietly, stay up day and night, and not disturb humans. I also hope humans will not disturb us, let alone hunt us. The earth is your home, and it is also our home. I hope humans and animals can live in harmony. Confession Composition 4
The flowers fade and fly, and the wind blows alone; spring comes, and I still wait hard; people come and go, and my heart becomes empty. In the dusk rain, the beautiful woman's figure lingers sadly in the depths of the corridor.
Write a love poem, slowly sing my admiration, and whisper your affectionate confession. The cold rain in late winter painted the road into a ribbon, winding towards the horizon. I still remember you strolling along the creek on the mountain road, with green pines and green shadows, and long grass and orioles flying. The stream is rushing, and the red rope hurriedly brushing your ankles has confused every inch of land in the mountains, and also confused my eyes. The earth slowly decays the dead branches and leaves, and nurtures the flowers and vines. The first dew seeping out of the rock wall happens to hit your scattered strands of hair along the lines. The smile you look back at has a thousand kinds of charm, and it is even more unique. Who said. The bushes are low and dark, and the jagged and delicate leaves are like your eyes, without confusion or sadness. I suddenly dare not look directly into those eyes. I want to use the waterfall to wash away the turbidity, confusion and sadness. It seems that the dark color came out of the mountain, and suddenly his eyes were blurred. I was melancholy all the way and didn't dare to say anything. You always smile and say why you have tears in your eyes? I just pretended to be strong, but I didn’t know when the tears would flow like a mountain stream. Smoke from the old small houses in the distance at the foot of the mountain also rose, condensing into a touch of indigo in the eyes. We bent down and picked up the running water in the mountain stream with our hands. It was as cold as Xu Zhimo's separated shengxiao.
I want to reach up to the sky with rosy pink and hold the sunset in the palm of my hand, and then I think of Cui Hu's "Inscription on Nanzhuang of the Capital City"
Last year on this day, in this door, the faces of people and peach blossoms reflected each other's red.
I don’t know where the human face is, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
Looking for the mountains again, the stream full of feet suddenly frowned and secretly sad, the spring breeze came again, but the beauty in pink and white was nowhere to be found. Why do I always have tears in my eyes? It's because I love you deeply. I was too timid and just buried an affectionate confession deep in my heart. Confession Composition 5
Today is Women’s Day, and I want to prepare a gift for my mother who has always cared for me.
"Mom, Happy Women's Day!" A happy smile appeared on my mother's face. I thought to myself, Mom, I first thank you, and then I wish you well! I walked into the study, took out the drawing paper, and waved the brush, "Brush! Brush! Brush!" The image of my mother's strong woman appeared on the paper, and a few strokes formed it. A beautiful picture. I found a colorful rope and tied it to the drawing paper. Wow! The masterpiece is finished! Suddenly, "Boom! Boom!..." This is my mother knocking on the door. Then I heard my mother's cry: "Long Xue, it's time to eat!" I felt sad when I heard my mother's familiar voice. It’s really hard for my mother. She works hard every day and is busy with extra work. It’s really not easy for her! I followed my mother to the dining table and ate hungrily. After eating, my mother was just about to clear the table, and I quickly picked up the rag, wiped the table clean, and washed the dishes. When my mother saw all this, she smiled happily. I happily ran to the study, but accidentally, my foot slipped and I fell on my back. My mother felt distressed and quickly carried me to the sofa. I gritted my teeth and said, "Mom, it doesn't hurt!" My mother knew that my behavior was to prevent her from being sad. I endured the pain and limped out, holding out my masterpiece - the painting, and handed it into my mother's hands. Tears of excitement flashed in my mother's eyes.
Mom, I love you forever! Confession Composition 6
Others say that I was born in a computer, grew up in a computer, and ate in a computer. Without a computer, there would be no me. people. When I close my eyes, the scene of me killing monsters seems to appear in front of me; every time I pick up the pen, I can feel the smoothness of my clicks on the mouse; every time I see the shadow of the music teacher's hand playing the piano, I seem to be able to smell it. The breath on the keyboard.
When I was playing computer games, I imagined that if there was a fire at home, the first thing I would save would be my beloved computer; if I lived in the desert and someone asked me if I wanted water or a computer, I would immediately tell them. You are a computer; if God gives me three wishes, then I will say it fluently without thinking: "I hope I have the most advanced computer in the world so that I can play without worries; I hope I will never I feel tired, so I can have enough fun in front of the computer.
Haha, now that I think about it, I am really a naive, childish child who thinks like me all day long. , there are really countless, countless. The temptation of the Internet is like a giant hand, grabbing you tightly, making it impossible for you to escape; it also seems to be a treasure house full of benefits, making it impossible for you to get out of the treasure house. The ever-changing and diverse nature of the Internet cannot help but be seduced by it. Moreover, some people do things that go against their own conscience just to have money on the Internet. But these people are unforgivable when looking at the root of the matter. It is also true that at the beginning, these students only came into contact with the Internet out of curiosity and freshness, and because the temptation of the Internet was too great and their own control ability was weak, they suddenly fell into this trap and found it difficult to extricate themselves. In fact, the culprit is the Internet.
One last word of advice: For those who know how to surf the Internet, you will eventually feel that the computer is your mentor; for those who don’t know how to surf the Internet, you will eventually die in this network trap! Confession Composition 7
When I was a child, my knowledge was only that of my grandparents. I never knew what history was. I thought that the wrinkles on their faces were proof of the accumulation of time long ago.
Gradually, I grew up. In the book, I traveled through thousands of years and witnessed the pre-Qin Dynasty that unified China, the Three Kingdoms period with numerous heroes, and the prosperous and powerful Tang Dynasty. Only then did I realize that China had such a long history. history.
Standing on the Great Wall and looking into the distance, I saw it was like a giant dragon, lying in the winding and lofty mountains. It was majestic and tolerant. This was the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancient people. ; Walk into the Yingxian wooden pagoda, look up at the compassionate appearance of the Buddha, touch every part of the door, and experience with your heart the miracle of standing firm despite thousands of years of wind and rain, and your heart is full of wonder. China's long history has created the cultural heritage of Chinese civilization with a vast territory and abundant resources.
My mother once asked me if I wanted to go abroad to develop when I grow up. I firmly said that I will not go anywhere, I will stay in China. This is where I grew up, and it is no better than her anywhere. Look at the high-rise buildings rising from the ground, the streets bustling with traffic, and everyone's face filled with happy smiles; planes soaring into the sky, Shenzhou 7 ascending into space, science and technology developing rapidly, and the motherland like The eagle spreads its wings and soars thousands of miles, and the whole land of China is full of vitality. My motherland is so majestic and magnificent, and I am too proud to be proud of it. How can I abandon her?
The first new song I learned was "Serve the Country with Loyalty." The heroic melody made my blood boil. From then on, I determined that I must study hard and be a useful person to the motherland. Pass the baton, walk the road ahead steadily, turn patriotism into a journey of serving the country, and never forget to live up to expectations. Confession Composition 8
In recent days, whenever I walk on the road, I can see large and small bright five-star red flags hung in the streets and in front of every house. The red ocean makes my heart surge. I know that XXXX is the XXXX anniversary of the founding of the Communist Party of China, and the National Day is coming on October 1st.
Looking at the five-star red flags fluttering in the wind, I feel how great our motherland is. I used to often listen to my grandpa and grandma talking about the miserable life in the past. They didn't have enough to eat, didn't have enough clothes to wear, were often sick and had no money for medical treatment. Their life was very embarrassing. But now our life is indeed so happy and perfect. We can buy new clothes at any time, and we can buy various clothes at any time. Various delicacies are exchanged, and novel stationery and toys are constantly changing. It is precisely because of the prosperity of our country that our lives will become better and better.
Our country’s science and technology is also developing very fast. Almost everyone has a mobile phone and every home has a computer. The elderly often teach us: cherish this hard-won life, study hard, and contribute to the development of the motherland. Make your due contribution.
Think about it carefully, what should we do? I think we can start from small things: save water, not waste food, cherish books, care for flowers and plants... I want to start by picking up garbage and not littering. Every day I see a lot of domestic garbage in the community, four or five There are not enough garbage bins, and garbage often appears on the streets, and sanitation workers cannot clean it every day. If everyone can consciously care for the environment and not litter, I believe our lives will be better and our motherland will be more beautiful.
I love my motherland, I will study hard to build you, and I will care for the environment and protect you. Confession Composition 9
On a sunny morning, people started to work energetically, but we were running around in the river. Buckets of garbage were being dumped into the middle of the river. We were like a There are just headless flies scurrying around, and you are in danger of being injured by the garbage if you are not careful.
All this comes from one night, when we were sleeping quietly, a stench woke us up. It turned out to be garbage demons. They were exploding around us like time bombs and would take away our garbage at any time. Our lives.
I remember that we used to play happily in the river, chase and fight, the water plants greeted us, and the snails played hide and seek with us. How beautiful it was to live freely. Now, our sight has been blocked by the turbid water, some good friends have disappeared, and the original green water plants have also hung their heads feebly. I live in dire straits every day, how I hope the river water can return to its original clarity. ah!
Just as I was reminiscing, another large bucket of garbage fell on me. I was unable to escape, so I could only close my eyes quietly and wait for the judgment of fate. At this moment, if I could be given a chance to appeal to mankind, I would definitely say: "Please don't dump garbage into the river in the future. You can't destroy the environment for temporary gain. Water is the source of life and life." If there is no clean water in the world, then the last drop of water will be the tears of mankind. In the end, all disasters will befall you."
Ah, nature is a kind and loving mother. , is also a ruthless butcher, and the decision-making power lies in people's hands.
Although the so-called disaster has not finally come, we should still start from the side, starting from small things, starting from never littering, to make our home tomorrow more beautiful. Confession Composition 10
This is a real world, this is a beautiful world, this is an ugly world. I like this world, and I also like myself. Although I am a person with not very high qualities and a not very beautiful soul, I like myself.
I keep hurting her. I don't feel guilty. She should be hurt because...because she is annoying, even though she doesn't hate me, even though she helps me, even though she is a kind person, I must admit that she is a more beautiful person than me.
I did a lot of mean, vicious and funny things to her and she had no idea, it was vicious enough. She must not know that I have been trying every way to hurt her. What I did to her told her that she must be scared to death. I am a person who can survive in society. I can get along with many people and even make friends. I really like them as much as they like me. We would bully people together, which was very satisfying. We were really happy to bully her. This is really vicious. However, I am really happy.
It’s been a year or two, ah, I’ve been bullying her for so long, I’m so happy. I am not the only one who bullies her, there are many people. Look, what color is the sky in our school? It must be full of demonic aura. I am a demon, am I doing the right thing? It must be right. I was happy to bully her, and I was happy to make her disappear. I'm so happy.
This is a real world. I am an ordinary high school student and I am happy to bully her. Will she die? It will. I'm very happy. This is my confession to the world that I like myself. Confession Composition 11
My mother has been loving me silently all this time. This time I want to boldly express my love to my mother.
At first I didn’t know how to express it, but suddenly I thought of a good way: with the help of small notes. Just do it, I wrote on the note: Mom, I love you! And secretly put it in the book that my mother often read, but my mother was busy doing housework and had no time to read for a long time, which made me anxious.
Out of desperation, I put the note in my Chinese book and deliberately asked my mother to write it silently for me. This book carries my love for my mother, so I held the book tighter. I imagined that my mother would be so moved when she saw the note, with tears rolling in her eyes, that she would slowly come over and hug me tightly, and then keep the note preciously. I was full of excitement and nervousness and handed the Chinese book to my mother. She took the book and my heartbeat suddenly accelerated. Seeing that I was about to turn to that page, my hands started shaking involuntarily, and I thought to myself: Turn the page quickly. I didn't dare to breathe, I didn't dare to blink my eyes, and I stared straight at my mother's hands. She had turned the page! The world feels like it's coming to a standstill. She glanced at the note, paused for two seconds, looked expressionless, said "oh" softly, and then began to write without saying anything else. My mood suddenly fell to the bottom with my mother's reaction, and I felt a little uncomfortable. My mother was so indifferent to her expression of love to me that my heart was broken in two.
Then I thought about it. My mother rarely expressed her love for me in words. Instead, she gave me a coat when it was cold, a table of food when I was hungry, and gave me instructions all the way out... I suddenly realized that love is Not just in words, but in every bit of life, I suddenly thought of my plan to express my love to my mother next time...