Excellent composition 1 Celebrities of ancient culture struggle constantly. Some people have made great achievements, and some people have failed to realize their ambitions all their lives, leaving only brilliant ideas or immortal works for future generations. Their name in the history books lies in their hard work for their ideals. I often wonder, if they don't have ideals, will there be such a day? The answer is no, only with ideals can we struggle and make progress. The question is, do you have lofty ideals? Some people have a childlike innocence. I admire him very much. He not only wrote a good article, but also showed his absolute loyalty to the country. That's because he was supported and encouraged by his mother since he was a child, and he took patriotism as his duty.
He tried to be strong since he was a child. When he was successful in his studies and prepared to serve the imperial court with what he had learned all his life, he was repeatedly demoted because of the darkness of the officialdom. But he still uses what he has learned for the benefit of the people and is deeply loved by the people. I still remember a story that happened in a hospital. A child has an unknown disease, and his days are numbered. It is conceivable that this incident is a big blow to a child who has just turned eight! But the child heard this and wrote a sentence on the paper: it is the hope of my life! Every day after that, he will draw a bird to count how long he can live. His face is filled with joy every day, and there is no trace of sadness. Finally, he died. Her mother opened the newspaper, which was densely covered with birds. After careful counting, there are more than 150 birds! God, this is a fact that even doctors can't believe. I hope he can live 100 days. Hope is the defender of life. As long as there is hope, you will live a more wonderful life! Holding hope in the palm of your hand is a wise choice!
Feelings are like a glass of wine. The longer it is brewed, the sweeter it becomes.
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Life is a long road, full of joy and joy, but also full of setbacks and pains. But what remains unchanged is that touching family relationship, which has accompanied me through countless days and nights and walked with me.
Open the long-forgotten memory box and vaguely remember that warm and sweet past.
Late at night, I was doing my homework carefully in the study when I heard footsteps. Although the footsteps were subtle, I caught them. "Hungry, drink some milk and eat some biscuits before cooking." So my mother brought me food. "I'm not hungry, mom. You go to sleep first. I'll sleep later." With a little worry and comfort, my mother turned and walked away gently.
After finishing my homework, my eyelashes seem to stick together, and my upper eyelid and lower eyelid have been fighting. I hurried to wash and sleep, went into the bedroom and saw a cup of hot milk and snacks on the table, as if the milk had been heated several times. I seem to be a little hungry, so I drank milk, ate some biscuits and two sausages, and finally satisfied my appetite and planned to have a good sleep.
Lying in bed, I am brewing a comfortable mood to sleep. Suddenly I vaguely heard footsteps, and it was my mother again. My mother came in carefully to see if I was asleep, so I pretended to be asleep. She covered me with the corner of the quilt for fear that I might catch cold.
After my mother left, I hid under the covers and cried. It turns out that all mothers in the world love their children deeply. Although my mother is very strict with my study and wants me to be excellent, this "ambitious" mentality is understandable and my mother is also very concerned about my health.
After that night, I got rid of many bad habits and studied harder, in order to get good grades and repay their selfless love for me.
So, I wrapped this precious affection with my heart and stored it in the deepest part of my memory as an eternal driving force for my continuous growth and progress.
They say that childhood memories are happy, childhood memories are beautiful and childhood memories are happy. Looking through my growth record, there was a "sad" drama that made me happy when I was a child: greedy morning.
This morning, grandma bought a lot of delicious food, such as potato chips, jelly and shrimp strips (a lot anyway). My hand was about to reach out when my grandmother hit me back. She warned me not to touch it, or I would have nothing to eat. I just need to pay attention to when grandma goes out. I really want to eat it
A difficult afternoon
In this way, I fantasize about eating delicious food. At lunch time, I casually finished my lunch and began to fantasize about eating with my chin cupped. I wish my grandmother would go out now. So hard, so hard, so hard. Why doesn't grandma go out now? Why doesn't she have a job? She really wants it. Hurry up, grandma will come out soon. Great, grandma finally went out, come on, come on for the food.
Tragic night
Great, grandma has finally gone out and can steal things. I'm so happy. I crept into grandma's room, because I couldn't see in the dark and didn't dare to turn on the light. Anyway, there is no thief who turns on the light. My little hand was groping on the bed, and suddenly I heard a sound, and my little finger felt pain. Instinctively, I drew back my hand and saw that the mousetrap was gloriously worn on my little finger. I pulled it for a while, but it still kept "sticking to its post". Later, I cried. Grandpa heard my crying voice and ran to the place where it came from. After seeing the mousetrap in my hand, he smiled and helped me "hold my post".
It's funny to think about what happened then, isn't it? Shouldn't it be like this when I was a child!
My heart sank, the blue sky turned into night, there were no stars, only the purest black. The original plan was interrupted and tears welled up in my eyes. Although I am sad, time waits for no one. Only when I get back on my feet can I find a solution.
Scientific Olympics has always been my goal. To this end, I began to dabble in high school textbooks from grade one. Every day, I struggle in those difficult theories and wander in the mountains of books. Although it's hard, I enjoy learning knowledge, and I'm always excited to log in to the Science Museum. All the preparation is to achieve my goal. However, I lost the primary election in the second day of junior high school. I am anxious before the exam and can't look at the topic calmly. I can't judge right from wrong correctly. All the efforts in the past year have been in vain, and the process is meaningless when it comes to the result, leaving only regrets.
The teacher told me: "temporary failure is nothing, just the process of hard work and the ability to rise again from failure." I also know that I have no time to waste on self-pity. I can only realize my mistakes and move towards the next goal, bit by bit, so that time can heal my sadness. This experience, let me find my own weakness, find my own shortcomings, "everything is good" I firmly believe so.
After the storm, the weather is fine; There is always a ray of light in the dead darkness, which can make people out of pessimism. In the face of difficulties, if you just hide in the corner and feel sorry for yourself, then all your previous efforts will be in vain. Life is a long river, and the failure at this stage is insignificant when looking back in the future. The only way to solve the current problem is to move forward with hope and optimism.
The ancients used copper as a mirror, stirrups as a mirror, stones from other mountains as a mirror, and history as a mirror. They reflect on themselves through visible and invisible mirrors and see their hearts, so as to save and improve themselves and make themselves more valuable and better. But under the pursuit of the interests of the camp, it is not only what it wants to change, but perhaps even the world fluctuates for it.
In the era of underdeveloped technology, it is extremely inconvenient for people to travel. At that time, their feet were "vehicles". I walked from north to south for dozens of days, no, maybe months! Sometimes it is really chaotic because of a lot of manpower and time constraints, so the invention and continuous transformation of automobiles are always based on the shortcomings of predecessors, making them gradually complete, and even the appearance of ships and planes has shortened the distance between the world and expanded people's horizons. I see the progress of life and the spirit of unremitting efforts.
With the progress of the times, the beautiful earth is dirty and polluted everywhere. The purity of the air, the clarity of the river and the blue sky are all gone. Instead, it is the persecution of gray and vicissitudes, and the trees are decreasing. Cattle and sheep are wailing, the temperature is rising rapidly, and melting glaciers and monstrous waves will surely devour this land. This is the price of "scientific and technological progress". Should we say that human beings will reap the consequences? I hear the world crying.
Nature is a mirror to remind people to cherish life. However, since the brave words of "man can conquer nature" were put forward by human beings, this mirror has gradually been covered with heavy chemical dust, and more and more chapped scars have appeared. Even if the natural ecology is destroyed, it is immersed in endless material enjoyment. El Nino, global warming and resource depletion have slowly pushed mankind to the brink of extinction.
At the moment of change, we should be able to take care of the overall situation instead of blindly pursuing appearance. People always look in the mirror, but often ignore the hidden truth. Only when the reality is connected with the inner, can they see their behavior clearly and ensure that they are not alone on the right and bright road.
The most beautiful posture, it is not as tall and straight as a soldier, it is not as mighty as a soldier, it is not as rigorous as a general.
The most beautiful posture-bend over, arch your back and hold your chest out.
The most beautiful gesture, although not as powerful as the steel of ordinary soldiers, contains tenderness and love like water.
When I was a child, my grandfather's thin body was the cradle of my happiness. I spent a happy and carefree childhood quietly on my not wide but strong back. Nowadays, the past is only a memory, but grandpa's bent, hunched and tall figure has long been fixed by time. That's the most beautiful gesture! That contains a gesture of endless affection! But I can't have it anymore!
"Come on, baby! get up here ! Grandpa went to buy candy behind your back! Big and sweet lollipop! " Grandpa bent down, hunched his back and said with a loud smile. "Well, come, go, buy sugar! Remember to brush your teeth after eating sugar, or the bugs will come to bite your little teeth! " Grandpa straightened up, held me in his hands, walked happily and smiled.
The most beautiful posture-bend over, arch your back and hold your chest out.
Once, my grandfather and I went to farm together. It was very hot at that time, and grandpa insisted on carrying me, saying that he was afraid of tripping over the stones on the ridge. He repeated actions he was no longer familiar with-bending, arching his back and standing upright. Tell me jokes while walking. Sweat ran down grandpa's forehead and soaked his shirt. He still refused to let me down and said he was happy to carry me.
Grandpa bent down, arched his back, rolled up his trouser legs and stepped in the mud. His clothes have been soaked with sweat. "Come, go back!" ! Grandpa will take you away. Come on, don't get tired of the sunshine. "Grandpa bent down, arched his back, held me in his hands and walked humming. Suddenly, there was a loud noise. It was dark and I lost consciousness.
I woke up, but grandpa slept forever, sleeping in the beautiful memories he carried me, sleeping in the beautiful happiness of the past.
Grandpa remembered my memory for the last time, always fixed at that moment, bending, arching and standing upright. It is the most beautiful gesture, with the truest love, the most precious love fire in the world, the longest love in the world and the happiest family ties.
Go on, excellent composition 7 hey hey hey, one, two, three, go! My high arm waved vigorously in the roar, and with a loud bang, a pine cutting board with a diameter of about 20 cm was split in half.
Yes, I'm chopping wood.
This afternoon, I went to my grandmother's house to give myself some time to relax. When I arrived, I saw that Waiwai was chopping a block with a big axe, while Grandma picked up the chopped small block and put the big one back for Grandpa to chop again. Two people cooperate very tacitly, both of them move quickly, and there is no dullness like an 80-year-old man.
Seeing us coming, they stopped what they were doing and greeted us. I want to try! As soon as I got off the bus, I was in a hurry to get a big axe and almost tripped. My mother didn't stop me. My grandmother just said, don't break the axe.
So, I began my first firewood chopping experience in my life.
I took off my coat, rolled up my sleeves, put on gloves, grabbed an axe, raised it above my head, then aimed at the wooden chopping block and slammed it down. The wooden pier was split in half. It's not that hard! I grinned and thought. But the second time, I was hit in the face, three or four times in a row. Then several chopping boards, all tree knots, were particularly hard, and it took a long time to split one. Later, I found a good way ―― roar! So the opening scene was staged. Gradually, I mastered the skills. When I met a pier with a tree knot, I wouldn't hit the tree knot as I did at first, but bypassed it from the side.
Just like when I was doing a math problem, I couldn't think of it from the front. After reading the answer, I regret not thinking about such a simple question from another direction.
Sometimes life is the same, you can't beat it, but from another angle, it will be solved immediately. Don't give up when you are in trouble. Maybe, when you turn around, it's the exit.
Excellent composition 8 "Dad, Mom, I'm back. I pushed open the door and greeted my parents with joy. I won the first prize in the knowledge contest held at school this time. I am very happy, so I show off my' achievements' and look at my parents' expressions. "Really?" My father nodded and went to work without praising me. Then my mother said, I did well in the exam and I will reward you today.
Dinner's ready,' I ran to the table in a few steps, which was strange. It was obviously the usual dish in front. ’
I may have hidden the delicious food, and it will be a surprise later, which will give me a big surprise. However, my parents are still sitting at the table to eat as before, and I am still craning my neck to look at the kitchen.
"Why don't you eat?" My mother poked me. ""Oh, why don't you eat? ".Suddenly, my heart is cold. I stuffed rice into the bowl with chopsticks. At dinner, my parents didn't say anything about my winning the first prize, let alone praising me. My heart is already extremely cold. I knew it. I have won the first prize since I was a child. My parents never praised me. They and I seem to owe them in a previous life. I hate them. I hate that they left me alone. Like a stranger, I hate this feeling. I sometimes wonder if I'm their own.
After a few years, I am sensible. Now, I finally understand: my parents think that I have never caused trouble since I was a child, and I have long been sensible, so I don't have to worry about it, and I don't have to coax me like a child. They are educating me in a special way to be modest and not to get caught up in the bad habit of grandiosity and complacency.
What pure love! At this time, my eyes are moist again. Later, I remembered the reward my father got from the army. I quickly opened the drawer and left my award to my father.
We are in the prime of life, but my parents don't care about me, and I know they are doing it for my own good. When I was a child, my wish was to become a lonely gosling, flying freely, without direction and restraint.
I am grateful to my parents for giving their children infinite love. In their eyes, even if you are white-haired, you are still just a child who still needs love. Their love, like a mountain, is thick and steady, and will always be your strong backer. Like the sea, it is broad and inclusive. If you make a mistake in life, your parents are the first to forgive.
I appreciate the constant love between lovers. In the life of fireworks, how much complexity makes us lose patience with each other. Because of love, the plain life has a little warmth. A tea and a meal, even without delicacies, a simple life is a kind of happiness. A house with love is a warm home, even without gorgeous decoration.
I am grateful for the deep love between close friends. Understanding builds a bridge between two people who know each other. A feeling of * * * makes both hearts happy. Talking when depressed, encouraging when depressed, and looking at each other when happy all let us penetrate into each other's lives. Friends are easy to find, but confidants are hard to find. You are lucky when you meet them.
I thank every friend who appears in my life. A sea of people. I am lucky to know you and become a friend who can talk to you. A trust, let us integrate into each other's lives; Helping each other makes the flower of friendship more mellow. Accept friends with gratitude, and the boat of friendship will not turn over.
Thank you, thank you. My journey is warm because of you. Because of you, my life is more exciting. Cherish with gratitude, maintain this affection, love and friendship with kindness, tolerance and trust, remember to visit your parents more when you are free, give your lover more understanding and tolerance every day, and contact friends to chat when you are free. Our life will be warmer and better.
Advanced excellent composition 10 "Sheep have the grace to run milk, and crows have the meaning to feed back". From this perspective, not only people, but also animals of this nature have a grateful heart. We should practice gratitude and repay those who love us.
This is an unforgettable weekend. My brother and sister and I went to my grandmother's house to play. My grandmother lives in a village in the city with a big yard, where I spent most of my happy childhood.
We chatted in the yard and bought snacks to eat. At noon, we said to grandma, "Dinner!" " "I immediately rushed to the living room. I know grandma has cooked my favorite noodles again, and she will make this every time she comes to play. I sat on the stool, thinking that I hadn't taken the spoon yet, but I met my grandfather who was shivering with a bowl. A few drops of soup dripped on me, and more hot soup splashed on his hands and the back of his hand. I paused and was just about to wipe it with a rag.
"Are you okay? I didn't burn you, did I? Is it hot? " Grandpa seemed to be in a hurry, for fear that I would get hurt, and I froze again. Grandpa has a moderate cerebral infarction, and it is impossible to react so quickly at ordinary times. Why are you so quick today? Ask me again and again if I'm okay. There's nothing wrong with me, but his hands are burning red. Grandpa, he cares more about me! I see. My nose hurts and I say, "I'm fine." Turn around and get a rag and dry grandpa's hand. Then I remembered all the good things he did to us when he was awake. He used to worry about us, but now his mind is still worried about us, and a warm heat wave surges in his heart.
According to my mother, chess and other games can cure and delay the cerebral infarction of the elderly, so I bought a pair of checkers with my pocket money. From then on, whenever I have time, I will play chess with my grandfather, and he will show a long-lost smile.
I want to repay my grandfather's love for me and anyone who has paid for me with a grateful heart, and regard gratitude as the power that keeps me moving forward.
I don't know why, people who see rickets and walk slowly recently think of Ah Kin.
Chin's leg is not natural. She comes from a poor family. When she was young, she accidentally rolled down the hill and hurt her leg, but she was afraid to tell her parents for fear of spending money. As a result, she was seriously ill and could not walk. I don't know her very well. I only stayed in Chongqing for two months.
Ah kin is unlucky, but he is also an optimist. Her favorite thing is chatting with others. Her eyes filled with laughter when she talked about the weather. I happened to meet her one day. She looks good today, and her face is very red. I greeted her and said half jokingly, "Yo! Why do you look so good today? What are you happy about? " She chuckled: "I have raised all the money for the operation, and I will do it tomorrow." Maybe I can walk again! " "I asked," Really? " She nodded shyly. After a few weeks, Ah Chin was silent for many days and came back. She came back reluctantly. The operation was a success, but Ah Kin's money was only enough for the operation, not enough for hospitalization. Originally, Ah Kin's leg could be cured under the care of hospital facilities, but now ... alas!
Just when I felt sorry for her, Ah Kin had another idea. Ah kin announced to us: "I want to go by myself!" " "We were all taken aback, but no one stopped her. Ah Jin massaged herself and acupuncture every day, until that day, she called her excitedly: "I can try to walk!" " "I hurried to see her. Ah kin is laughing at himself at this time. He was very happy to see me coming and said, "My legs are much stretched out than before, so I should be able to walk!" " After that, I got out of bed slowly, took a deep breath, landed on my feet, held the wall and stood up slowly. Suddenly, I sat down like I was exhausted. I quickly helped her up, thinking, I'm afraid I can't do it this time! She shook her head, stood up again, stood up slowly, put out her feet and took the first step. Her eyes sparkled with joy when her feet landed. Then, she carefully took the second step and succeeded! Ah kin turned his head and nodded slightly. I cheered, but I didn't notice the tears in Ah Kin's eyes. ...
Gorky said: "Books are the ladder of human progress." I think books are faint flowers, refreshing; Books are my compass when I lose my way, and they keep me warm.
When I was a child, I used to lie in my mother's arms and listen to those fantastic fairy tales. I seem to hear the little match girl groan in pain when she freezes to death on New Year's Eve. I seem to see the ugly duckling turn into a beautiful white swan after repeated ridicule and rejection. I seem to be sitting on the back of a goose, taking Niels to shuttle between towering peaks, drifting on the boundless sea, taking Niels to visit lost cities, attending animal dances and fighting fierce beasts ... dreamlike fairyland, magical magic has brought me infinite happiness, and at the same time let me appreciate the true meaning of truth, goodness and beauty.
When I was a teenager, I was fascinated by Chinese and foreign literary classics. On Sunday, the library became my best place to go. Reading line by line, I seem to be there. Paul and I fought together on the battlefield filled with smoke. Kochakin fought side by side for a just cause; I traveled through the Three Kingdoms and listened to Cao Mengde chanting, "An old horse crouches, aiming at a thousand miles; In the next year of martyrs, they are full of courage. "Guan Zhuge Liang led millions of strong men out of Qishan and worked hard for the revival of the Han Dynasty. Looking at Guan Yu's green robe, shining golden armor, beautiful face and long beard, holding a dragon crescent moon blade, beating Hua Xiong with warm wine, going to the meeting with a single knife and driving away a thousand troops ... vivid characters and immortal personality spirit always inspire and warm me.
Nowadays, I have a soft spot for ancient poetry. Walking under the night sky, I asked softly, "When will there be a bright moon? Ask for wine from heaven. " . I saw Su Shi, a great poet, holding up his glass and talking to the moon, singing heroically. Although thousands of miles away from their loved ones, but sent a "long-term wish, thousands of miles of good scenery" good wishes. What a broad mind this is. If you are slack in your study, you will think that "the road is long and Xiu Yuan is awkward, and I will go up and down for it." "One day, I will ride the long wind, break through the stormy waves, sail straight and build a bridge on the deep sea." This inspiring poem immediately enhanced my confidence ... exquisite ancient poetry gave me beautiful enjoyment and taught me how to face life.
The book fragrance warms me all the way forward, and it will make my life happier, fuller and more meaningful.
Speaking of money, we will soon think that many people's teams will rack their brains and try their best to make money and come up with a way out. They know how to develop in the direction of money, but have they thought about their own development?
Life is the foundation of self-development. Life is like a road, you need to walk by yourself. If you stop walking, maybe someone else will catch up with you at some point. But the road of life is not smooth sailing, but bumpy and full of hardships. However, as long as we go forward, the road will be wider and wider, and the roadside will be full of flowers.
The road ahead is long, and people will inevitably stop and go, but what is the driving force for progress?
Throughout the ages, countless people have the determination to struggle. Only half of the people have the determination to fight and persist in fighting for it. How many people are determined to keep fighting and succeed?
Many people think that successful people will have some unusual experiences, which will give them a strong motivation to struggle and succeed. However, do you have to go through an unforgettable experience to succeed? Are you sure to succeed after that experience? In fact, the key lies in the desire for knowledge and the exploration of things, which has become the driving force for progress-struggle. Success or failure depends on the size of the struggle motivation. Another factor of success is the method. With a good method, the chances of success are much greater. Just like writing a composition, if you don't conceive it in your mind first, then the composition written with a pen won't get high marks.
To succeed, we must move forward; To advance, we must struggle; To struggle, we must have the motivation and determination to struggle, and of course we must have methods.
14 excellent composition "Look at others, they are all good students and still so obedient and sensible" ... This is me in the eyes of relatives and friends. When I was a child, I got excellent grades and always took an active part in various competitions, so I was a "good student" in the eyes of my teachers, which naturally made me very happy and I began to be proud.
After junior high school, I thought it would be as easy as primary school. I did well in the first monthly exam of senior one, so I slacked off. However, "the wind and water have turned", and my grades have since suffered from "Waterloo". My grades in science have regressed again and again, and bright red numbers are written on the test paper, which is good for my heart. It was a great blow to me, just like the "white swan" changed back to the "ugly duckling". Average grades, very confused. I don't understand why my grades have regressed. Am I not working hard enough?
There is a saying: "please don't pretend to work hard, because the result will not accompany you in acting!" " "Indeed, I usually work hard in the air. Every time I make up my mind to study hard, my actions are so slow.
In the third grade, we face the first turning point in life-the senior high school entrance examination that changes our destiny. I can't be as relaxed as I was in Grade One and Grade Two. It is not too late to work hard from now on. Grandma Moses started painting at the age of 76 and held an exhibition at the age of 80. Grandpa KFC opened his first KFC store at the age of 72. But you don't know that Grandma Moses is very diligent in painting. Grandpa KFC has been studying fried chicken for many years ... All the successes are not achieved overnight, so it's time to start action. "Tiandao will be responsible for Sri Lanka, so you must first uninstall its QQ, return its WeChat, block its Weibo, go to its post bar, seize its mobile phone, collect its ipai, cut its network cable ... if you don't act, you can make a difference!" I really like a sentence said by global traveler Zhu: "We will arrive only if we start!" As long as I make up my mind to work hard, my grades will definitely improve, and I will be admitted to that ideal high school and become a "white swan" in the eyes of others.
When the wind falls, there is the beauty of fallen leaves; When the clouds fall, there is rain to moisten the earth; When the sun goes down, there will be a quiet night ... it is not terrible to fall, I will go forward bravely and not be afraid of failure.
One day in 20xx, a little life quietly came to my home. This is a man. He is my brother.
I am a very greedy person. It's just summer, and I can't live without watermelon. Unfortunately, all the watermelons in Fiona Fang Baili were bought by customers, so I complained at home, and my brother looked at me as if he had something to say.
The next day, my brother came home from school and immediately looked around for me and shouted, "Sister!" " "I heard that Xun is coming. He smiled, narrowed his eyes and said, "Sister, come and eat watermelon!" " "I wonder, my mother didn't buy watermelon. Where did this little guy get the watermelon? What's more strange is that he didn't want to eat it and left it to me! He seemed to see my doubts and said, "At noon today, after dinner, the teacher gave each of us a small watermelon!" "
I can't help but feel a warm current spreading from my heart. His head, toes and fingertips ... His watery eyes kept staring at the little watermelon, and he licked his mouth with his tongue from time to time. Actually, I know he wants to eat, too.
After he was born, one of my rooms became half and snacks became half. Even if it is the love of my parents, I only get half. But now that I think about it, what I lost must be gained. Although I lost a lot of things, I got something more precious than that-I have a lovely, innocent and lively little brother!
Thinking of this, I touched his little red face and took his little hand and said, "Come, sister, I'll wash it for you and give it to you!" " "He looked at the watermelon and smiled.
Since then, every time I eat watermelon, I can't help but think of that red face, that watery big eyes, and that little watermelon! Father's love is like a mountain, and maternal love is like water; My brother is like a fire, which will never go out and warm my heart forever; My brother's watermelon, like a clear spring, swept away my troubles and brought joy. ...
It is also a very happy thing to move forward in the love of my brother. ...