1. Composition on the topic of wounds
Running with wounds
Some people always complain that God keeps them scarred
< p> Actually, he doesn’t know that those who run also have woundsIt’s just that when you stop to complain, people are running with wounds
We envy Audrey ·Hepburn has a noodle figure, but we don’t know that she was due to malnutrition in childhood
We are jealous of Beethoven’s musical talent, but we don’t know the pain he endured while practicing his scales
>We are always looking up to others, treating others as scenery and evaluation criteria
As a result, we are always denying ourselves, complaining about God, and finding various excuses for ourselves.
In fact, God is fair. When you close one window, he will open another window for you
How can life be smooth sailing and live without any obstacles
Just like a straight line of electrocardiogram, without the breath of life
A smart person knows how to grit his teeth and run with wounds
Be a smart person and stop your Complain
From now on, run with the wound 2. Composition with wounds as the topic
There is no unchanging scenery, no love that lasts forever, and no eternal love. Promise, time has left me only painful wounds, wounds that I don’t want to touch, but are always cruelly displayed in front of me, like bloody pictures, but it seems that only in this way can I be recognized by this society as one of them. A member of the group is like an unintentional doll, living a life that belongs to them.
Why are you so helpless and hesitant? Couldn’t you bring me a warm feeling? It would be too cruel. For me, who is 16 years old, you are too ruthless and cold-blooded. What you have brought to me Not wanting to touch the wound and slowly learning to forget it may be the best relief. Can it really be forgotten? Forget the happiness you bring to me, forget the beauty you bring to me, and even forget how good you are to me? I can't do it. I hate myself for being so cowardly. Why don't I give up and shed tears all my life just for the promise I made? It’s only your tenderness that I will remember for the rest of my life.
But why were you so ruthless and ruthless in the end? I should forget, for myself and for the future.
Bathed in the sunshine, the smell of sunshine is everywhere, and it seems to be mixed with the smell of wound healing. Open your arms, embrace the sunshine, and smile warmly at the sky.
You are not the only one in my world. 3. Write a 700-word essay on the topic of wounds
Wounds There is a row of mulberries in front of the door, very dense, with slender branches and leaves.
I often sit in front of the door and stare blankly at the row of mulberries not far away. They share a ray of sunshine with us, but the only difference is: I am sad and they are happy - you can see it from the shining green leaves.
My mother suddenly called me: "Can you accompany me to cut mulberries?" Of course, I would be happy to do such a thing. The scissors cut away one by one, and the mulberry branches fell down in bunches.
The sun shone through the glistening beads of sweat, and I saw drops of white juice dripping from the heads of the pruned mulberry branches like beads of sweat. I wiped my face and found to my dismay that there were no beads of sweat on my face.
Are they tears? Are they Sang’s? be mine? At that moment, I stopped cutting mulberries. I think of many.
In times of pain, I told myself to be strong; in times of setbacks, I told myself not to be sad. Who swore the oath to fly with blood and tears even if his wings were cut off? The failure now is not a permanent failure. There is still a long way to go. Precious things always grow slowly.
I woke up with a start and asked my mother: "Why do you cut the mulberries? Why don't you let them grow happily?" Her answer was surprising. I deeply feel: I am always impatient and too manic.
Youth only comes once, and I should savor it slowly. I should not swear heavily just to pursue temporary victory, nor should I deeply regret just to regret temporary failure. On the contrary, I want to endure happiness, endure pain, and endure the painful moment when patience and shape collide: I want to grow slowly, grow strong, and grow strong.
I picked up the scissors and cut them without any heartache. I cut off the heaviness of my heart one by one, and cut off the joy and sorrow in the past. I let the accumulation in my heart erupt like fire, letting the world and my heart Shock together and let the traces of wounds disappear! What did mother say? I remember her words clearly. She said: "Pruning the mulberry is to prevent the mulberry from growing too fast, thereby neglecting the strength and resilience.
Let it have a 'mulberry' mouth, and it will grow stronger. If the real environment is too harsh If it goes well, the mulberry will be too tall to withstand the wind and rain.
On the contrary, if the mulberry is cut every year, the 'mulberry' mouth will make the mulberry grow slower, allowing it to slowly taste the growth. After suffering and suffering, it will become more tenacious, unshakable by the wind and unbeatable by the rain.”
4. Composition on the topic of wounds
The teacher was showing us a movie. I was thirsty and wanted to take a sip of water. Perhaps I was too careless and my hand was cut by the table. Much blood was shed. Blood continued to flow from my wound like a fountain, and I quickly walked to the infirmary. Walking on the road, I felt quite lonely. Because, I usually send people to the infirmary, but today, no one went with me. Suddenly I felt that my good friends no longer cared about me.
I saw two white things on the yellow wooden table. I thought it was an assignment given to me by someone else, and I walked to my seat impatiently. But when I took a closer look, I was stunned: Where is the homework book? Those are two band-aids. I was very surprised, "Hey, who gave me this band-aid?" "It's me." My good friend Huihui came over. Before I could thank her, she asked nervously: "What did the doctor say? Does it still hurt?" As she said that, she gently raised my hand for fear of touching it. My wound looked more nervous than her injury. She looked at my hand and said, "Oh! Why is there such a big hole? Hurry up and put the band-aid on it." As she said that, she was about to put the band-aid on me. Her movements were very gentle. I really didn't expect that she, who is usually not very expressive, would be so attentive. Although I am very grateful to Hui Hui, it is a pity that I cannot put a band-aid on her. "Huihui, I understand your kindness. However, I am allergic to band-aids." "No, no, if you don't put a band-aid on, the wound will be even worse if it touches something dirty." After a few times, I After explaining for the first time, she finally took back the band-aid. When she left, she didn't forget to say: "Don't get the wound dirty!" The expression on her little face was serious and serious. 5. Write an essay on the topic of scenery
With care, the scenery becomes new
There is such a little poem: "Have you ever noticed the laughter of children on the merry-go-round? Have you ever noticed Pay attention to the moment when the raindrops fall on the ground? Have you ever heard the whisper of the wind in the woods? Have you ever seen the sunset become dusk? When you are in a hurry, people are always chasing after you. Looking at the scenery in front of them, they are always looking for novelties one after another. In the rush, their eyes are blurred by sweat. They do not see that the scenery around them is beautiful and can last forever. I only care about your attention.
In busy days, it is easy to miss the scenery of life. When you are sitting at your desk all day long, and when you are frustrated and frustrated, your heart is bound. At this time, as long as you relax, you will make new discoveries - you see that the hot soup brought out by your mother has become cold, and you think of it. The silver hair on his temples has appeared; when you step out of the balcony, the lights of thousands of houses are like stars in the night sky, and the warmth of the stars is intoxicating; you hear the sweet sound of the piano coming from the neighbor, but usually, you only think that it is The noise of the foot of the saw... It turns out that ordinary places give rise to so much beauty and happiness. Why don't we find it in our daily lives? When we get rid of the burden and change our mind's sight, we will also have the surprise and realization of "suddenly looking back".
Leo Tolstoy once said: “I don’t own everything I love, but everything I have is what I love. Perhaps what we lack is everything around us, a heart that loves everything we have, so that we lose the familiar scenery. We are so busy trying to pick the distant stars that we forget to take a look at the flickering candlelight not far away.
Van Gogh extracted the essence of life from the familiar starry night and wheat fields; Antony and Gaudí gained insights from the rigid church architectural models and showed their arrogance; Naoko Afang read it thoroughly Popular fairy tales have created new romance, innocence and frankness. Great artists create with their hearts, and their starting point is ordinary. To realize the brilliance from the familiar and ordinary is the enduring essence of art. Art that is divorced from the foundation of reality, no matter how good it is, is nothing more than a castle in the air. What artists need is eyes that can see the scenery from the ordinary, and a sensitive and passionate soul. No wonder Confucius also lamented: By reviewing the past and learning the new, you can become a teacher. Reading old books to gain new experiences is no less joyful than reading new books.
Not only artists, but also the progress of science must be inherited and developed. How much concentration and wisdom does it take to discover something among thousands of familiar phenomena?
I was obsessed with "Castle in the Sky" written by Miyazaki Jun, a paradise in space. But as I read it carefully, I felt more and more that what really moved me was the bits of truth and simplicity in the story.
Colorful scenery, colorful life. As long as you have a sincere heart, the world will be full of scenery. -----------Inscription: I was once full of ambitions, I was hesitant and struggled, I was singing songs over wine, I was in tears -------Growing up tells me that life is so colorful. Forget about loving life with a true and kind heart. The spring fields are a green landscape. The little green creatures are jumping to the rhythm of life, and they are singing a beautiful carol. Everything is full of vitality facing the sun, they laugh, they sing, they grow happily in the green hope. Whenever I see these, I seem to feel a strong vitality and a green hope. The sunset in the evening is a red landscape.
"The sunset is infinitely beautiful, why is it just near dusk?" The sunset is a magnificent scenery. When you quietly bathe in the setting sun's rays, you will feel that it is a kind of enjoyment and a kind of baptism of the soul. The whole sky is filled with a soft color, so gentle and so magnificent. Will you realize the joy of "the sunset, the heartbroken people's concerns on the horizon, or the sunset in the creek pavilion, intoxicated and not knowing the way back"? The wheat field in autumn is a yellow landscape. In the crisp autumn weather, when you stand in front of the wheat field, you will feel a burst of joy and relief from the heart. Wheat seedlings will tell you that happiness is the process from hard work to harvest, and happiness is the hard crust to beautiful maturity. The farmer uncles will tell you that this golden wheat field is their greatest joy. No matter it was under the scorching sun or facing the loess and back to the sky, facing today's harvest, everything has been rewarded. The drizzle in spring is a transparent scenery. One afternoon in spring, I quietly nestled in front of the window, feeling the beating strings of notes of the spring rain. The spring rain was like tiny crystals, gently floating on the colorful earth, and they played with the fish in the water. Kiss the flowers in the breeze and dance with the saplings. Chunyu is a group of lively elves, they are so transparent without any impurities, they roam happily with nature. Seeing this pure and transparent scenery, how could my heart not be moved by it? Believe it, if you love life with a sincere heart, you will find that the world is so beautiful and the scenery given to you by nature is so colorful. (You can change or learn from it) 6. Write an article about people’s memories with the title "Campus Scenery"
On campus, you can see beautiful moments everywhere, in my heart , there is also such a beautiful moment.
That day, when I was running in physical education class, I suddenly felt dizzy and my feet were very sore. I fell to the ground and my knees suddenly became very hot. When I saw it, my skin was all numb. It was torn and bleeding. At this time, several classmates came around and asked me what was wrong? Does your knee hurt? His face was full of concern, and he quickly helped me to the infirmary, but the teacher was not there, what should I do? The classmate was so anxious that he took out a napkin and used it to wipe off the dirt on my knees to prevent inflammation. But my knee was still bleeding, so she pressed the wound harder. I felt very painful. I clenched my fists, gritted my teeth, and tried my best to hold it back, but the pain still made me grin and tears welled up in my eyes. When the classmate saw it, he hurriedly said: "Be patient, be patient, the teacher will be here soon." After a while, the doctor came. While she helped me disinfect the wound with red liquid, she praised the students and said: "You guys You are so helpful! If it weren't for you this time, her wound would have been inflamed, and your emergency measures were also very good!"
Beautiful moments always come and go in a hurry. That day, I experienced that beautiful moment personally, and it was deeply imprinted in my heart! 7. An essay on landscape
Landscape arouses people's feelings
Landscape can alienate some people, but at the same time it is willing to get close to some people, so the scenery silently brings her to the world. People who love it tell...
Scenery -: Battlefield
The north wind blows, the sun rolls, and the yellow sand-filled battlefield belongs to the warriors. What is buried under the battlefield is heroism and desolation. The whole field is dressed in golden armor, drinking a sip of blood and wine, and the whole body is boiling. Looking up to the sky and shouting, the gods and ghosts are frightened. This is the majesty of the momentum. The warriors fight against the enemy with gold and iron horses, and the swords and swords are shed with blood on the battlefield. This is the majesty of the battlefield. The heroic spirit of courage. However, behind the heroism, there is endless sadness. "Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times", "A glass of dirty wine can lead to thousands of miles, but there is no way to return home". What a sad, painful and respectable warrior!
The kind wind buried the martyrs with sand and soil, while the desolate battlefield praised the martyrs' stories and echoed through the ages. Listen, that low ancient sound!
Scenery 2: Waning moon.
"Speechless, I went up to the west tower alone, the moon was like a hook." The waning moon belonged to Li Yu. The ups and downs of life determined that he and Cangyue got to know each other. What else does he have? The Imperial Garden of the Motherland? Sixth Palace Fendai? No! This kind of style is beyond expectation. The crescent moon owned by Li Yu is also his.
After sunset, when the moon rises above the willow branches, the queen comes to the pavilion silently and expresses his feelings to the moon. Whether he is sad, melancholy, or full of nostalgia, only the waning moon knows.
Thank you, the night, for giving this lonely man such a close companion to soothe this broken heart.
Looking at the waning moon, I saw Li Yu.
Scenery Three: Wild Chrysanthemums, Nanshan
Shaking off the secular world, Tao Yuanming came here, this fairyland where he could have mountains as his companions and chrysanthemums as his friends.
Bai Yun unintentionally painted a picture of a vast wilderness. The birds, tired of flying, roosted in the comfortable mountain forest. They saw people taking a rest in the mountains, sometimes lying on the spot, sometimes raising their heads. Watch in leisure time, shout loudly on the dangerous rocks, paddle a boat among the dense algae and vines, and sing long and joyful songs.
Who is this? Tao Yuanming, no! This is a god. Wouldn't it be possible for a god to be so happy?
The scenery is also sentimental.
When people blend into the scenery, the scenery is not just scenery.
Looking at such a scenery, how can we not feel passionate? How could you not be tempted by it?
In the scenery, I will look for people from the past.
A little tragic, a little heroic.
In the scenery, I will find it myself.
A bit of emotion, a bit of gain and loss.
Who is not emotional in the scenery? 8. Essay on cleaning wounds, more than 500 words
In my mind, many things have been forgotten, but one thing often appears in front of my eyes, which I cannot forget for a long time
It was a cold winter morning. I accidentally cut my hand while sharpening a pencil. Immediately, blood started to flow. When Deli saw it, he quickly came over and helped me stop the bleeding. He told me : "This wound must not be frozen, otherwise it will not be easy to heal."
It was time for running exercises. The students wore gloves and came to the playground to line up. I forgot to wear gloves in the morning. It was red from the cold. When Deli saw it, he quickly came over and asked: "XX, aren't you wearing gloves?" I nodded. He said to me: "Come on! Wear my gloves!" I declined and said, "No need." "No! My hands are blown by the wind, it's okay." He couldn't help but put his gloves on my hands.
We lined up and ran around the playground. It was scraping, and the blow on my face hurt like a knife. But my hands were warm. Looking at these gloves, I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart. I looked back at Jiawei, His hands were red from the cold and he held them tightly. He found me looking at him and smiled at me, as if to say: "I'm not cold."
Back to the classroom , my hands were not cold at all, but Deli's hands were freezing cold. I returned the gloves to him and said gratefully: "Thank you very much!" He smiled and said: "You're welcome. "Looking at Jiawei's red hands, I shed tears of gratitude.
Although it is a small thing, from this small thing, I understand that when others are in trouble and need help, , I should also lend a helping hand, because I have received help from others - "Giving is joy." 9. Write a topic composition on the topic of scenery
The best answer is actually to describe the scenery. Compositions are the most difficult to write. If you use too much pen and ink to describe scenes, you will ignore the theme and lose the meaning of the article. But if you describe too few scenes, it will appear dry and without pen and ink. Therefore, when writing a scene composition, you must first grasp this sense of proportion.
Example: Lyrical scene description
"Ta, ta...", it's raining. Holding an umbrella and walking in the rain has a unique style. The raindrops hit the awning, "ba da, da da, da da...", like the sound of eager walking. The raindrops fell in the pool, "ding dong, ding dong, ding dong...", like the sound of an impatient pipa. The raindrops fell on the stones, "clucking...", like the laughter of spring.
The rain was falling, and in the blink of an eye, an extremely wide bead curtain seemed to be hung between the sky and the earth. The green mountains and chimneys in the distance were no longer visible, and the nearby houses and trees were also dim. The rain fell on the roof, causing a splash and a thin layer of mist. The rainwater flows down the eaves, like a pearl chain strung with silver threads, crystal clear. On the road in front of the building, cars lined up in a long queue, moving slowly like beetles. Muddy rainwater quickly accumulated in the sunken areas on both sides of the road. Cars ran over it, and the water splashed onto the sidewalk. Pedestrians fled in panic. Street trees and trees in community gardens were washed clean by repeated rainwater. Due to the impact of the rain and the raging wind, the long branches swayed irregularly up and down, left and right. Colorful umbrellas, red, green, yellow, blue, purple... are like moving flowers, blooming in the wind and rain, blooming in the streets and alleys. Pedestrians under the flowers were walking in a hurry, and a heavy rain suddenly twisted people's mood into one wish: to walk quickly.
"Ta-ta-ta-", after exerting all the strength, the rain finally subsided, the wind finally weakened, and everything returned to its original state. The difference is that the flowers and trees The leaves are brighter and more pleasing to the eye.
Example: Imagination
It rained today. Looking at the puddles of rain on the ground, I thought: If I were a rain.
If I were rain, I would fall into the desert. I landed in the desert and wanted to green the environment. In order to make the earth less desert; in order to let green trees, grass and bright flowers bloom in the desert; in order to let animals live in the desert.
If I were rain, I would fall into the orchard. I fell into the orchard and ordered red peach blossoms and white pear blossoms. I want to give a gift and a surprise to the fruit farmers; I want to give water to the fruit trees to moisturize them; I want to give people "fruit dreams".
If I were rain, I would fall into the mountains and forests. I fell into the forest and wanted to do some "little tricks". I want to use rocks as keys, use my soft fingers to play happy music; I want to use leaves and grass as microphones, and use my beautiful singing voice to sing beautiful songs; I want to use my beautiful singing voice to sing beautiful songs. Skilled fingers put on new clothes for the mountains and forests.
If I were rain, I would fall into the fields. I fell into the fields to make the crops grow more vigorously and to make the crops after autumn grow better.
Let farmers have more harvests; let people have more food to eat; let the earth disappear from wasteland.
Example: Poetry
Tonight is another sleepless night
It is pouring rain outside the window
Looking at the raindrops raging under the street lamp< /p>
My heart aches
School ends very late
The teacher talks endlessly
My thoughts have flown out the window
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Because my father was waiting for me in the rain
Finally, finally the chatter stopped
I rushed out of the classroom,
Run into the rain, looking for the God in the rain
When I am searching,
The umbrella to protect me from the rain has been set up for me
My heart Suddenly a raging fire ignited
He, my father
After a tiring day, he still had to wait for me in the rain
No complaints at all
< p> In an instant, heavy rain fellWe were on the way home
Big raindrops hit our faces
It was like a heartache
I couldn’t open my eyes
Through the cracks in my eyes, I saw
my father
sheltering me from the wind Rain
Shouldn’t he also be unable to open his eyes?
I tried, I worked hard
When I opened my eyes
I felt astringent, like needles
I Got it, I got it
My father leads the way for me for my safety
I hate the ruthless rain
Hushing, splashing It's endless
Let my father get wet
I hate the stingy rain
Why not stop for a while
Relieve the burden on my father
I hate the rain
because he hurt my god
I hate the rain
because he Let my God suffer
Father, my God
You braved the wind and rain
and brought me an umbrella
Me~~ ~~~~~
My mood at this time
It can be said that
Silence is better than sound
This feeling can be said without words 10 . What is a good theme for the essay "That's the Scenery"?
Use the most beautiful moment in your heart, such as saving people, children helping others, and caring things.
The scenery does not have to be magnificent. A person's small actions can also become a beautiful scenery.
When the tide went out, a little boy bent down again and again on the beach. No one understood his intention. An old man stepped forward and saw the little boy picking up the fish on the beach that had not returned to the sea. Son, throw it hard into the sea. The old man couldn't help but tell him: "It makes no sense for you to do this. There are thousands of fish washed up on the coast here. Give up." The little boy said without raising his head: "But for the fish, My little move saved their lives. ”
This is a scenery, ordinary but moving, a beautiful scenery.
On a rainy day, a student was trapped in school because he did not bring rain gear. At this moment, he suddenly saw a familiar figure - his mother. She was wearing a raincoat and holding an umbrella to pick him up. The student walked up quickly. The mother hurriedly took off her raincoat, put it on her child, and held up her own umbrella. The wind mixed with the rain hit her, and her clothes got wet, but she still held the umbrella towards her son to protect him from the wind and rain.
This is a scenery, it may be seen everywhere, but this is breast milk, a beautiful scenery.
On a summer day, with the scorching sun in the sky, sanitation workers are still wearing heavy work clothes, shuttling between the smoky roads, maintaining the cleanliness and beauty of the city, although they have the reputation of "urban beauticians" , but they earn meager wages and live in simple houses. But the most rare thing is this: they still work silently and shoulder their own responsibilities. They don't have youthful looks or gorgeous consciousness, but their figures cleaning the streets are indeed a beautiful scenery.
This is a scenery. Although it is common, it is a scenery that makes people admire.
In school, classmates help each other. When Xiao Chen has a problem, the monitor patiently explains it to him. He does not care about the previous unhappiness at all and treats others with tolerance. The teacher also patiently answers the questions to his classmates. They asked questions, gave up his rest time, and focused on the students.
The class is full of learning atmosphere, which is also a beautiful scenery!
Every little thing is enough to move people. This may be the most beautiful scenery!