1. Composition on the topic of depth
Time is moving quietly, step by step, like a child who refuses to stop running, silently engraving on the picture of youthful youth .The complicated hustle and bustle of the city, the busy traffic outside the window and the jumping neon lights blurred my vision. I tried hard to break free from the constraints of the rigid framework, but found that the troubles in my heart were twisted into a mess, and it seemed that there was no way to save it. But there was a breeze. It blows slowly, causing the dust to fall freely into the depths of the soul. The warm sunshine shines warmly on the heart, and suddenly melts like a piece of candy that cannot withstand the high temperature. The body is surrounded by the sweet peach taste inside and outside. This light The pink breath quickly jumps through the soul, refreshing the heart and mind, and uses its unique sweetness to outline a delicate and happy picture. The scene deep in my memory started in that ordinary and simple farmyard. The stars in the sky are embedded in the dark blue night, and through the flowers and grass, you can still see a faint, tiny light sneaking out. Every flower, every grass, every tree and every tree is in the game with me *** Spending my childhood. My grandma’s kind smile, my friends’ innocent smiles, and the ubiquitous breath of nature accompanied me, and I unconsciously transitioned from the warm day to the peaceful and quiet summer night without leaving a trace. Childhood from The small yard of grandma's house unfolded quietly, mixed with the vitality of spring, the greenery of summer, the rustling leaves of autumn, and the white snow of winter slowly moving forward, as warm but short-lived as swinging on a swing. Evaporated in that thick summer night. I can't forget the simple atmosphere of wild flowers and weeds; I can't forget the songs played by insects in the grass; I can't forget the eyes that are reluctant to go home under the bright sunset; I can't forget the colorful trees set up after the rain. The seven-color bridge. The quiet rolling clouds cover up the sunset, and a ray of red light restlessly shines through the clouds, mixed with smiles, bidding farewell to the day without any exaggeration. 2. Write an 800-word essay with the title "Depth"
Tears could not help but flow down from both cheeks quietly. My mother often said to me: Men don't shed tears easily. Maybe these tears were caused by Zhu Ziqing My grandfather was moved by his sincere feelings for his father; maybe these tears were the recollection of my father's selfless love for me, maybe... In short, I understood a lot at the moment of tears. The article "Back" tells the story of Grandpa Zhu Ziqing's departure from his father. , when he went to continue studying, his father bought him a bag of oranges, saying they could be eaten on the way. When his father left, his back left an indelible memory for Grandpa Zhu Ziqing and gave him a lifelong souvenir. "My father is a fat man, so it would be more troublesome to walk there. I wanted to go, but he refused, so I had to let him go. I saw him walking to the railway line wearing a black cloth cap, a black cloth mandarin jacket, and a dark blue cotton-padded jacket. , leaning down slowly, it was not too difficult. But it was not easy for him to climb up to the platform over there after crossing the railway. He climbed on it with both hands, and then retracted his feet; his fat body leaned to the left, He showed his efforts. When I saw his back, my tears quickly flowed down." I burst into tears. What a great father. In his eyes, no matter how old Zhu Ziqing is, he is still a child. He even went to buy oranges. I can’t bear to let my beloved son take on this responsibility. My father has many similarities with Grandpa Zhu Ziqing’s father. My father is fatter. In addition to taking good care of my life, he rarely interferes with my studies (because my mother is our Teacher at school), but when I have excessive behavior, my father will severely reprimand me. I always feel that he is not as great as my mother. But after reading Grandpa Zhu Ziqing’s "Back" today, I recalled that my father helped me match things every day after work. Three meals, especially in summer, he cooked delicious meals for me regardless of his sweat; when he was sick, he carried me to the hospital in the middle of the night; when he made a mistake, he had strict requirements for me... There is a saying that goes well: Mother's love is Selfless, father's love is deep. If my mother is like a piece of chocolate, sweet and sweet, my father is like a cup of coffee. Although it is bitter, it has a rich fragrance. If my mother is like a pair of wings, it takes me to fly in the sky. Then my father is the sun, illuminating the depths of the road ahead of me. Time is moving quietly, step by step, like a child who refuses to stop running, silently engraving the picture of youth.
The complicated hustle and bustle of the city, the busy traffic outside the window and the jumping neon lights blurred my vision. I tried hard to break free from the constraints of the rigid framework, but found that the troubles in my heart were twisted into a mess, and I seemed unable to return. sky. But a breeze blew slowly, causing the dust to fall freely into the depths of the soul.
The warm sunshine shines warmly on the heart, and it suddenly melts like a piece of candy that cannot withstand the high temperature. The body is surrounded by the sweet peach taste inside and outside, and the light pink breath dances quickly. It touches the soul, refreshes the heart and spleen, and outlines a delicate and happy picture with its unique sweetness. The scene deep in my memory started in that ordinary and simple farmyard.
The sky is full of stars embedded in the dark blue night, and a faint, tiny light can be seen sneaking out through the flowers and plants. Every flower, every grass, every tree and every tree spent our childhood in games with me.
Grandma’s kind smile, the innocent smiles of my friends, and the ubiquitous breath of nature accompanied me from the warm day without leaving a trace. Transitioning into a peaceful and quiet summer night. Childhood unfolds quietly from the small yard of grandma's house, mixed with the vitality of spring, the greenery of summer, the rustling leaves of autumn, and the white snow of winter slowly moving forward, as warm but as sweet as swinging on a swing. Brief, evaporated in that thick summer night.
I can’t forget the simple atmosphere of wild flowers and grass; I can’t forget the songs played by bugs in the grass; I can’t forget the eyes that reluctantly go home under the bright sunset; I can’t forget the colorful seven-color bridges erected after the rain. . The quiet roll of clouds covered up the setting sun, and a ray of red light restlessly penetrated the clouds, mixed with a smile, bidding farewell to the day without any exaggeration.
The sad dark clouds are washed away by the beauty of the summer night, and what remains in my heart is the light and sweet song like wind chimes, and the warm and inviting smile like the gorgeous sunset. After leaving the countryside, I returned home to continue my childhood and my laughter, but there was no scent like wild flowers and weeds, nor the most original and unique taste of nature.
He turned into a warm current flowing through his body, and the scent of grass mixed with the golden warm sun rippled in his heart. The scenery along the way is full of flowers, and no matter how many difficulties and obstacles there are, they will disappear without leaving a trace in my life. Because of your company, the future road will be more beautiful. 3. Write an essay with the title "Depth"
Tears could not help but flow down from both cheeks quietly. My mother often said to me: Men don't shed tears lightly. Maybe these tears were caused by the way Grandpa Zhu Ziqing treated his father. Moved by sincere emotions; maybe these tears are recalling my father's selfless love for me, maybe... In short, I understood a lot at the moment of crying. The article "Back View" tells the story of Grandpa Zhu Ziqing leaving his father to continue studying. When he was a child, his father bought him a bag of oranges, saying they could be eaten on the road. When his father left, his back left an indelible memory for Grandpa Zhu Ziqing and gave him a lifelong souvenir."
My father is a fat man, so it would be more troublesome to walk by. I originally wanted to go, but he refused, so I had to let him go. I saw him wearing a black cloth cap, a large black cloth mandarin jacket, and a dark blue cotton-padded jacket, walking When he reached the railway, he slowly leaned down, which was not too difficult. But when he crossed the railway, it was not easy to climb up to the platform over there. He climbed on it with both hands, and then retracted his feet; his fat body He leaned to the left, showing his efforts. When I saw his back, my tears quickly flowed down." I burst into tears. What a great father. In his eyes, no matter how old Zhu Ziqing is, he is still a child. I can’t bear to let my beloved son pick out the burden of buying oranges. My father has many similarities with Grandpa Zhu Ziqing’s father. My father is fatter. In addition to taking good care of my life, he rarely interferes with my studies (because My mother is a teacher in our school), but when I have excessive behavior, my father will scold me severely. I always feel that he is not as great as my mother.
But after reading Grandpa Zhu Ziqing’s "Back" today, I recall that my father prepared three meals for me every day after work. Especially in the summer, he cooked delicious meals for me regardless of his own sweat. When he was sick, he carried me to the hospital in the middle of the night. He also had strict requirements for me when I made mistakes. ...There is a saying that goes well: maternal love is selfless, and father's love is deep. If a mother is like a piece of chocolate, sweet and sweet, a father is like a cup of coffee, although it is bitter, but it has a rich fragrance. If we say My mother is a pair of wings that take me to fly in the sky, and my father is the sun that illuminates the road ahead of me. 4. If you want to write an essay with the title "Deepness of the Soul", please design a few details to describe it, < /p>
Everyone has a very profound memory, maybe it is a moment, maybe it is the passage of time, or it is a deep feeling of love. They come from the depths of my heart. So let me share my memory with you. I am 7 years old. That year coincided with the busy farming season, and everyone in the family went out. Whether the harvest for the year was good or not depended on the results of this month. But for me at the time, I didn’t quite understand all this. But in the heart of a child, this is a It's a very interesting thing. We can take off our shoes and run around in the rice fields. But we didn't know anything at the time, but our ignorance caused a lot of trouble to the adults. Now that I have grown up, it still remains deep in my heart. I remember that the innocence I felt at that time can never be replaced. That’s all. 5. Write a junior high school essay with the title of "Depth", please ask for a topic and how to write it
Time is moving quietly in the depths, step by step, like a child who refuses to stop running, silently engraved in A picture full of youth.
The complicated hustle and bustle of the city, the busy traffic outside the window and the jumping neon lights blurred my vision. I tried hard to break free from the constraints of the rigid framework, but found that the troubles in my heart were twisted into a mess, and I seemed unable to return. sky. But a breeze blew slowly, causing the dust to fall freely into the depths of the soul.
The warm sunshine shines warmly on the heart, and it suddenly melts like a piece of candy that cannot withstand the high temperature. The body is surrounded by the sweet peach taste inside and outside, and the light pink breath dances quickly. It touches the soul, refreshes the heart and spleen, and outlines a delicate and happy picture with its unique sweetness. The scene deep in my memory started in that ordinary and simple farmyard.
The sky is full of stars embedded in the dark blue night, and a faint, tiny light can be seen sneaking out through the flowers and plants. Every flower, every grass, every tree and every tree spent our childhood in games with me.
Grandma’s kind smile, my friends’ innocent smiles, and the ubiquitous breath of nature accompanied me and I unconsciously transitioned from the warm day to the peaceful and quiet summer night without leaving a trace. . Childhood unfolds quietly from the small yard of grandma's house, mixed with the vitality of spring, the greenery of summer, the rustling leaves of autumn, and the white snow of winter slowly moving forward, as warm but as sweet as swinging on a swing. Brief, evaporated in that thick summer night.
I can’t forget the simple atmosphere of wild flowers and grass; I can’t forget the songs played by bugs in the grass; I can’t forget the eyes that reluctantly go home under the bright sunset; I can’t forget the colorful seven-color bridges erected after the rain. . The quiet roll of clouds covered up the setting sun, and a ray of red light restlessly penetrated the clouds, mixed with a smile, bidding farewell to the day without any exaggeration.
The sad dark clouds are washed away by the beauty of the summer night, and what remains in my heart is the light and sweet song like wind chimes, and the warm and inviting smile like the gorgeous sunset. After leaving the countryside, I returned home to continue my childhood and my laughter, but there was no scent like wild flowers and weeds, nor the most original and unique taste of nature.
He turned into a warm current flowing through his body, and the scent of grass mixed with the golden warm sun rippled in his heart. The scenery along the way is full of flowers, and no matter how many difficulties and obstacles there are, they will disappear without leaving a trace in my life. Because of your company, the future road will be more beautiful. 6. An essay of more than 600 words on the theme of "Depths"
The relaxing wind makes people feel relaxed and happy. The clouds are lazy and lying quietly on the horizon. Looking at the flowers in the distance, a few butterflies are dancing gracefully. Mid-spring. In the early morning, the fresh and cool wind blows against your face. When you open the window, the world outside is huge: the apricot blossoms look even more charming after the rain. They hold up their naked skirts and dance on the branches for a spring; the willow trees wrap their heads. A layer of green leaves whispers on the branches. However, my state of mind is so incompatible with all this. Dictation, tests, and monthly exams torture me all over. At this moment, I really want to calm down and enjoy this. It was a rare early morning. There was a quiet sound in my ears, as if something fell on the marble of the balcony. I glanced at it lazily and indifferently: it was a butterfly with broken wings, and it was struggling hard. , seemed to be about to take off again. I couldn't believe it, and rubbed my eyes. The incomplete wing made me feel heartbroken. What a wound it was! In the blue sky and lake all over his body, only that spot glowed with milky white light, and the wound solidified on his body like a beautiful arc. It seemed to be crawling, and it seemed to want to flap its wings. How many dewdrops were there in mid-spring? Disobedient drops fell on its body. I didn't know if they were the tears of the legendary butterfly. Look, its wings were trembling, a very weak trembling. I seemed to hear his shouts and breathing, and felt him. The longing for the blue sky of life. Finally, after several hard struggles, he gradually flew up crookedly. However, his flight was so short, it seemed that it only lasted a moment, and then he fell heavily to the ground. I was so frightened by this weak Shocked by my life, I stared straight at him, watching him try hard to take off again and again. I couldn't bear to watch anymore, and I was unable to help. Giving him some space might be the best gift to him. I quietly moved away. He lost his sight and moved his steps. In fact, when we fold our wings, we not only need a space to take off again, but also the courage to take off! Growth gives us suffering, and we must repay it with a smile full of teardrops. Let this butterfly with broken wings fly stubbornly deep in the heart. Because, through his wounds, I saw the clouds lying quietly on the horizon. It turned into a gorgeous cloud. 7. 600-word composition material with the theme of "Depths"
Depths
Time is moving quietly, step by step, like a child who refuses to stop running, silently Eternally engraved in the picture of youth. The complicated hustle and bustle of the city, the busy traffic outside the window, and the jumping neon lights blurred my vision. I tried hard to break free from the constraints of the rigid framework, but found that the troubles in my heart were twisted into a mess, and it seemed that I could not turn around. But a breeze blew slowly, causing the dust to fall freely into the depths of the soul.
The warm sunshine shines warmly on the heart, and it suddenly melts like a piece of candy that cannot withstand the high temperature. The body is surrounded by the sweet peach taste inside and outside, and the light pink breath dances quickly. It touches the soul, refreshes the heart and spleen, and outlines a delicate and happy picture with its unique sweetness.
The scene deep in my memory began in that ordinary and simple farmyard. The sky is filled with stars embedded in the dark blue night, and a faint, tiny light can be seen sneaking out through the flowers and plants. Flowers, grass, trees and trees spent our childhood together in games.
Grandma’s kind smile, my friends’ innocent smiles, and the ubiquitous breath of nature accompanied me from the warm day to the peaceful and quiet summer night without leaving a trace.
Childhood unfolded quietly from the small yard of grandma’s house, mixed with the vitality of spring, the lush greenery of summer, the rustling leaves of autumn, and the slowly advancing white snow of winter. It is as warm but short-lived as swinging, evaporating in the thick summer night.
I can’t forget the simple atmosphere of wild flowers and grass; I can’t forget the songs played by bugs in the grass; I can’t forget the eyes that reluctantly go home under the bright sunset; I can’t forget the colorful seven-color bridges erected after the rain. . The quiet roll of clouds covered up the setting sun, and a ray of red light restlessly penetrated the clouds, mixed with a smile, bidding farewell to the day without any exaggeration.
The sad dark clouds are washed away by the beauty of the summer night, and what remains in my heart is the light and sweet song like wind chimes, and the warm and inviting smile like the gorgeous sunset.
After leaving the countryside, I returned home to continue my childhood and my laughter, but there was no scent like wild flowers and weeds, nor the most original and unique taste of nature. He turned into a warm current flowing through his body, and the scent of grass mixed with the golden warm sun rippled in his heart.
The scenery along the way is full of flowers, and no matter how many difficulties and obstacles there are, they will disappear without leaving a trace in my life. Because of your company, the future road will be more beautiful. 8. Taking the depth as the topic of the composition
When you love deeply, tears can’t help but flow down from your cheeks quietly.
My mother often said to me: Men don’t shed tears easily. Maybe these tears were moved by Grandpa Zhu Ziqing's sincere emotion for his father; maybe these tears were the recall of my father's selfless love for me, maybe... In short, I understood a lot at the moment of crying.
The article "Back View" tells that when Grandpa Zhu Ziqing was leaving his father to continue studying, his father bought him a bag of oranges, saying they could be eaten on the road. When his father left, his The back view left an indelible memory for Grandpa Zhu Ziqing and gave him a lifelong souvenir. "My father is a fat man, so it would be more troublesome to walk by.
I originally wanted to go, but he refused, so I had to let him go. I saw him wearing a black cloth cap and a large black cloth mandarin, dark green Wearing a cotton-padded jacket, he walked to the side of the railway and leaned down slowly. It was not difficult.
But it was not easy for him to climb up to the platform over there with both hands. , his legs moved upward again; his fat body leaned to the left, showing his effort.
When I saw his back, I burst into tears.
What a great father. In his eyes, no matter how old Zhu Ziqing is, he is still a child. He is reluctant to let his beloved son carry the burden of buying oranges. My father has many similarities with Grandpa Zhu Ziqing’s father.
My father is fat. In addition to taking good care of my daily life, he rarely interferes with my studies (because my mother is a teacher in our school). However, when I have excessive behavior, my father will severely reprimand me. In short, I always feel that he is not as great as his mother. But after reading Grandpa Zhu Ziqing's "Back" today, I recalled that my father prepared three meals for me every day after work. Especially in the summer, he would cook delicious meals for me regardless of his own sweat; when he was sick, he would hold me in his arms in the middle of the night. The scene in the hospital; the strict requirements for me when I make mistakes... There is a saying that goes well: maternal love is selfless, and father's love is deep.
If my mother is like a piece of chocolate, sweet and sweet, my father is like a cup of coffee. Although it is bitter, it has a rich fragrance. If my mother is a pair of wings, taking me soaring into the sky, then my father is the sun, lighting up the road ahead of me.