Slow down and excellent composition

In our daily study, work or life, everyone has tried to write a composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is an excellent composition that I carefully slowed down. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

Slow down. Excellent composition 1 vague, people and things that have appeared in my life in the past fifteen years have gradually become clear. Finally, it becomes a ribbon-cutting and plays in your mind. We have changed from a proud child to a teenager with a little pride in our brow!

In this magnificent journey of life, I have never slowed down. Because I believe that the peak of life will pass through countless jungles and swamps. So I dare not slack off. At the same time, I missed a lot of scenery along the way.

Do you remember? In that green season, we went hand in hand. Our songs and laughter stayed in the mountains. At that time, I just loved the beauty in the mountains. Wading alone, the muddy road left me more and more footprints. However, I have neglected the most sincere friendship and you around me.

The true feelings are often revealed at the moment when we are dismissive. It is a slogan of love on the bus and a scene of helping the elderly on the road. Or the happiness of a family. I didn't pay attention to these. Just because I take the end of the journey too seriously. That I can't stop and pick up the lost beauty.

In 2008, this eventful autumn, I seemed to see the true feelings. In the snowstorm in the south, people all over the country are delivering relief supplies. Melt the ice and snow with their love. There were many wonderful moments in the Wenchuan earthquake. Be recorded one by one. What impressed me most was the scene of several children singing hand in hand under the eaves destroyed by the earthquake.

Looking back carefully, the scene of singing hand in hand was yesterday. Counting the time, it turns out that I really lost a lot, and those memories are like sand at my fingertips, which passed inadvertently.

There are many realms in life.

But whether it is the sadness of "a person going to a tall building and watching the end of the world". Or the joy of "suddenly looking back, that person is in the dim light". Or the sadness of "holding the ribbon empty, looking back and hating Yiyi". We all need to understand with our hearts. Instead of, miss, lose.

Slow down! Pick up those beautiful things that have not been discovered!

Slow down. There is still a long way to go. Why hurry, but delay to enjoy the scenery along the way? Slow down your pace, or walk slowly, walk slowly. ...

I came to my grandmother's house for lunch at noon, and suddenly remembered that my friend had something to see me in the afternoon. Although there is still a long time before our appointment, I want to arrive early. Because I liked being late before, and she must be ready for me to be late this time, so I must go early this time. I really want to see her surprised.

Thinking of this, I quickly finished my meal, put on my coat and left. Because I have to go home to get something first, I have to hurry home. Near the fourth experiment, an elderly grandmother suddenly appeared in front of me, holding her little granddaughter and walking slowly forward. I stopped at once, slowed down, walked slowly, and looked at the distance between me and them from time to time for fear of knocking them down.

I could have gone somewhere else. In this way, you can walk as fast as before. But I gave up my plan to keep going. I was infected by grandma's quiet temperament. Looking around, all the people are walking slowly, even the passing cars have slowed down. All this is very quiet, and the surrounding environment exudes a quiet atmosphere everywhere. All this is out of proportion to my haste. I can't change anything else, just change myself.

Walking quietly, I found that it was so beautiful and quiet. It turns out that I lost so many beautiful scenery on my hurried way. Suddenly I have an impulse to walk the road I just walked again.

Since time is not so fast, please slow down your pace, and you will find that sometimes walking quietly is also a wonderful enjoyment.

Dressing, folding the quilt, brushing your teeth, washing your face ... odds and ends of chores piled up in the morning and were completed in a short time of 10 minutes. However, such a fast pace has become commonplace for students in Wei Yong schools.

Jingle bells, class is over, stand up ... Finally, it's time for dinner. Teachers and students said goodbye to each other, put the books in the drawer, pushed the chairs under the table, turned around and ran to the door one by one, and opened the door. The whole process was done in one go, as if it had been rehearsed countless times. "Hurry up and keep up!" "run! Run! " The class teacher kept urging, the sun set on the pine tree, the wind slowly teased the branches, the tree swayed slightly, the sun was not dry, and the breeze was just right ...

Hey! I really want to stop this fast pace, walk alone on the road and enjoy the sunshine. I feel that the world has slowed down and become extraordinarily quiet. Only a slight wind blows through my ears, only the sun shines, and only I enjoy it. There is no mountain of homework, and there is no teacher to urge one after another. ...

"What do you want!" My aunt's voice in the canteen interrupted my train of thought, and I reacted at once. I blushed and said hesitantly, "half a meter ... this ... well, ok." I bowed my head and hurried back to my seat, burying my head in eating.

"Cangzhou Nanyi Temple is very close to the river ..." After dinner, I pushed open the door and some students came back to endorse it. The voice is not low, repeated over and over again, and the speech speed is extremely fast. I didn't slow down to think about the content or understand the text. I just looked up and recited by myself, but I still couldn't recite the text completely and fluently after twenty minutes. If he can stop and spend a few minutes thinking and understanding, then he can save more time and recite more texts.

In the dead of night, I sat on the bed alone, my tired eyes half narrowed, and my body and mind were exhausted by the fast pace of the whole day, staring blankly out of the window. The flickering street lamps outside the window lit up the quiet path with weak light, the branches kept swaying and several stars popped up in the night sky.

I slowed down and listened to the singing of the wind outside the window. Unfortunately, I was the only one who enjoyed this scene. I wish time would stop at this quiet moment. ...

Slow down. Time is slowly flowing, and the past is irreversible. Let's cherish the beauty of the present and keep the past in our memory. I will slow down and see the beauty of this world.

Night arrival is a midsummer night, and the breeze blows as if blowing over someone's face. In the lush grass, cicadas are dry and frogs are lazy.

My friends and I came to the park. As soon as we came in, we heard the sound of erhu. The breeze blew over the green willows by the lake, swayed with the wind, made a rustling sound and fell to the ground. Slow down, a drop of dew fell from the willow leaves, and a faint ripple appeared on the lake.

When I came to the lake, I saw an old man sitting on a stone bench, holding his erhu and playing it seriously, which filled the whole park with melodious piano sounds. "This grandfather seems to be very good at playing erhu." The friend said. "That's right." I feel the same way. We went forward and asked, "Grandpa, how long have you been practicing erhu?"

He didn't answer silently, but looked up at the lake like a mirror, and then glanced at us like a meditation ... I went up and touched his erhu and felt that it was far away. "Ah, what are you doing?" He said. "I just want to see it." He ignored us again, and we silently slowed down and left.

But I can hear that song, gripping, wild and free and easy, as high as a bridge, as low as birds and flowers.

My friend and I slowed down on the way to the bridge.

I also learned my grandfather's deep gaze at the distance. I looked at it as if I understood something ... Shakespeare once said that no matter how long the night is, the day will come.

The wind blew through the light and shadow, thin and long, and footsteps came from the park. Slow down, the lake can no longer support clouds and starlight.

Now, with the progress of society and the development of science and technology, people can't help speeding up their daily life.

People spend most of their good life at work in the new day. With the rising prices, people have to spend their rest time at night working, which makes many people ignore many beautiful things around them and people who care about them.

I remember one Mid-Autumn Festival the year before last, my father made a decision to go back to visit my grandmother. Because our family is in business and our parents have their own shops, we seldom visit my grandmother. Father didn't call grandma to tell her that we were going to visit her, but went to buy some holiday supplies and vegetables and left early.

When I got there, I saw my grandparents watching TV. Then I say hello to them. They looked up with some surprised expressions on their faces, but they soon disappeared and immediately burst into joy. They hurried to buy food, but their father stopped them, said the food had been bought, and told them to continue watching TV. He and his mother went to cook. I am responsible for chatting with them and having a heart-to-heart talk. Grandma went to the kitchen three times and asked her parents to let her rest, but she refused.

The food was ready, and we talked and laughed around the round table. After dinner, our family sat at the door. My father suddenly saw a big tree across the river. My grandfather said it seemed to be planted by the next-door neighbor six years ago. Because it is autumn, the peaches on it have already borne fruit, and the leaves have withered, leaving only bare branches. That tree looks lonely.

The next morning, we went back early. On the way, my father told me how I felt about the tree I saw yesterday. I was next to him. Father said, "You should come back to see your mother and me often in the future. If you really don't have time, your mother and I can visit you. Anyway, the traffic is convenient now. " I smiled and said, "I will come back to see you often." Don't worry. "

It is true that a life with ideals, social interests and clear goals is the most beautiful and meaningful life in the world. However, in the process of pursuing a meaningful life, Do not forget your initiative mind, slow down and feel life.