A composition about being late.

In the usual study, work and life, everyone must have been exposed to composition. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative. So have you ever studied composition? The following is my composition on the topic of being late for you, for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Like yesterday, I took the newly cooked food and set foot on the road to deliver it to my mother after surgery in the hospital.

The air was filled with car exhaust. As soon as I got on the bus, I suddenly felt that the food in my stomach was jumping and trying to rush out of my mouth. I tried to keep them from coming out of my mouth. Because yesterday ...

Yesterday, I sent my mother home after dinner and went out with my uncle. Just after an hour of bus bumps, I got on another bus before I recovered. The swing of the bus just now has made me a little unable to control the jumping food in my stomach. The sudden braking of the bus during the rush hour made me even more at a loss and rolled out all the food I ate. At this point, my uncle's little brother has seen me throw up. Anyone who has seen vomiting knows the smell of vomit, let alone children. He expressed his disgust at the smell by not staying with me for an afternoon. It's really my fault that the air on the bus is not good, and there is an unpleasant smell, especially in front of the children.

Today, my little brother is not with me, but I know that there is a child in a corner outside the bus or in the window of a tall building, watching all this.

The food in the stomach flows from bottom to top. Suddenly, the smell of childhood memories came, inhibiting the tumbling food from coming back. I can't say what it smells like, but I know I was impressed when I was a child.

Looking out of the window, it seems that three or two chestnut trees have forgotten to recede last year's yellow leaves and haven't had time to sprout. The brothers around it have shown off the spring full of trees to it. I don't know what made them late for spring, but it doesn't hurt our inspiration: don't give up hope for life, spring will come sooner or later. If the spring of the tree of life hasn't come yet, don't worry, the beauty that belongs to you is behind. Because when the brothers around them sprout, their trunks are green leaves; Brothers are green leaves when they sprout; Brothers, in hot summer, it is dark green, and they give people hope of light green.

There are always a few trees that will come late in spring, but your life is always there.

When I arrived at my mother's hospital, I told my mother my thoughts on the bus. My mother thought about it and said, "Although spring belongs to us, I will take good care of my illness and prevent it from coming too late!"

On the way back, I hummed a tune. No matter how hard the bus braked, my stomach was still lying quietly, and the smell in the car was happy.

There are always a few trees in late spring, and there are always a few people's happiness behind them.

A late lunch, filled with a late filial piety, was sent to a distant paradise. A "Lunch in Heaven" made me cry, and the distant "Tomb-Sweeping Day" echoed in my ears. A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day. ...

Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived again, and it is the drizzle in my heart that reflects the sunshine. In Tomb-Sweeping Day that year, you accompanied me to burn paper at grandma's grave. This time, I was on the way to visit your grave. The bits and pieces of "Heart Rain" reflect the bits and pieces of memories between us: the laughter when I sat on your shoulder, the laughter when I rode you as a horse, and your earnest teaching to me. And these have now become raindrops, dripping in my heart.

The pedestrians on the road are dying. ...

I walked slowly step by step, counting the distance between you and me. I am getting closer and closer to you. However, this is only my wishful thinking, and that small tombstone has brought us close at hand. I remember this time last year, you called again and again and wanted me to go back to my hometown to accompany you, but all you heard was "I'm very busy recently." Now I have dialed your number, but the reply is "no one answered". I am unfilial. How I hope that the phone in my hand will ring again and your sincere and urgent invitation will come! I'm happy to agree. But now there is no such opportunity. The cold wind roared by and the branches swayed, as if telling me to be filial while it was early. I deeply regret and blame myself.

Excuse me, where is the restaurant?

"Restaurant" is your favorite word. I liked playing with your antique glass when I was a child. I'll pour you a glass of wine at dinner, and you'll lick it with a drop of chopsticks. When you see me in tears, you will laugh, hug me in your arms and hum the ancient wine order. But now, who should I pour for? Can only be sprinkled between heaven and earth.

The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. ...

"Xinghua Village", a quiet and peaceful village, attracts me. You "old drunkard" must be hiding in some "restaurant" there, tasting a century-old wine! But where is the "Xinghua Village" where you are a guest? I'll never know and I'll never get there.

Grandpa, don't abandon your unfilial grandson like this! Your grandson is standing in front of your grave at the moment, carrying the Song Qingming you taught, looking up at the sky-the place you said you would go.

"The tree wants to be quiet and the wind will not stop, and the son wants to keep it." In the bleak moonlight and continuous drizzle, the cold wind wet my heart. Grandpa, I can't be filial to you anymore, but I will cherish and treat my living relatives well and never let my filial piety be late again!

He quarreled with his parents and left home after failing many exams. He vowed never to return to this inhuman home.

A few years later, he became a clerk in a company, and his salary was just enough to support himself. He almost forgot his home. The unit assigned him a small house, which is his home.

A month later, he happened to see a searching for you in the newspaper:

I'm sorry, son. My parents didn't mean to hurt you. It was our irrationality that hurt you. Yes, come back, my son. Go home. My parents still love you as before.

His heart aches faintly. If only these were his parents. His heart is more for his parents.

In this way, a few months later, when he passed by his house on business, he couldn't help but take a look. He suddenly found that the children were unlocked. He is a little anxious because his parents taught him to close the doors and windows since he was a child, and his parents have always had this habit. But ... without much thought, he got out of the car and rushed into the house. My parents were surprised at first, and then they quickly smiled with tears in their eyes. "Son, you finally came back. I know you will come back. " Mother said to touch her son's face. The son stubbornly turned his head to one side and said angrily, "Why don't you close the door?" You usually ... "

"How can I close the door until my son comes back?" The father on the side said, "We have been doing this for two years, and we are waiting for the day when you come back. I thought it was you when I heard a little noise at night, so I got up quickly to see if I had lost my way. We will always open this door for you. "

He was shocked. He looked at his parents carefully. Two years, just two years, my parents' original black hair turned a lot gray and I felt 20 years older. When he was ready to calm down, he remembered the revelation of looking for someone again and was angry.

"I won't come back. How much have I suffered in these two years? How much have you suffered? How I wish you would come to me and care about me, but what about you? "

His parents were about to say something, but he left angrily. Before he left, he found the sign hanging at the door. Eye-catching characters, every word shocked his heart: son, this is your forever home. He choked up, and now he finally understands how deeply his parents love him.

Two years of hatred melted in these tears, and he sent belated love to his parents. However, the good times did not last long. Because of these two years' waiting day and night, both parents suffered from serious bone diseases. A year later, both parents were paralyzed in bed, and he began to wait day and night again. He wants to carry this belated love through to the end.

Love everyone around you, don't let love be late.

Being late is because it is windy. When the sky in the suburbs is covered with kites again, my disappointment and nostalgia are heavy. This evening wind didn't fly my kite, it was covered with dust.

The kite hangs in the corner of the hut. Under the erosion of dust for many years, the original bright colors have now become a mess. This is one of the few things grandpa left behind.

I lived in the countryside when I was young. Children in the country have nothing new. As soon as spring comes, as long as there is wind, the sky will be full of all kinds of kites, such as bright gems embedded in the blue sea. At this time, I will pull my grandfather's skirt and clamor for a kite. Grandpa gently caressed my head and smiled shyly: "Yes, yes, yes, yes."

Grandpa has been ill for many years, and his hands always tremble unconsciously. Bamboo sticks used to make kites are not always woven in the right place. Sometimes, if you are not careful, sharp bamboo sticks will cut your fingers. But I never seem to see the scar on grandpa's hand, just urging him to hurry, hurry, hurry. The kite was finally made, but the weather was not beautiful, and it was always raining lightly for several days. When it finally cleared up, there was no wind. No matter how hard I try, the kite can't fly. Finally, I dropped my kite on the ground and shouted at my grandfather, "It's all your fault!" " Grandpa picked up the kite with a guilty face, rubbed his hands and came to me. He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't know what to say Finally, he only said, "Grandpa will take you to fly kites early next time."

The next spring, the sky was full of kites. I hurried to my grandfather's house to fly kites, but there was no one at his house. I learned from my mother that my grandfather was ill again and went to the county seat. I complained angrily about my grandfather's bad faith, but I didn't know that he never came back after he left. One night not long ago, I woke up from my dream and saw my mother packing up and going out in a hurry. Suddenly, I have a very uneasy feeling in my heart, like a huge stone pressing on my heart, which makes me unable to breathe.

Two days later, my mother came back. Red eyes seem to have cried. Mother hugged me gently and said, "Your grandfather has left." After that, I burst into tears. Surprisingly, I didn't cry or make trouble, just looked at the sky full of kites.

This evening breeze makes me feel late. In this belated scenery, the kite flew away with a spin, leaving me staring at the sky alone. "Grandpa, you see, there are kites flying all over the sky again.

I will never forget the day when I was late.

It snowed heavily that night. Early in the morning, when I was still dreaming a beautiful dream, my mother suddenly shouted, "But get up quickly, you will be late!" " "I looked at the alarm clock gloomily. It's only six twenty. I said lazily, "What time is it? Let me sleep for a while. "Then I fell asleep again. But when I woke up again, the hour hand on the alarm clock pointed to six o'clock and the minute hand pointed to eleven o'clock. I rubbed my eyes and jumped up immediately after making sure I was not mistaken. I got dressed and ran out. At this time, I found that my pants were on backwards. I have no choice but to hand in the work again. After eating in a hurry, I took a bag of milk, picked up my schoolbag and rushed out of the house.

Finally, I waited for a bus, so I rushed up and saw Jin Lu, a good friend like me. However, on the way to the bus, my bus had to change its route because there was too much water. However, traffic jams have not been avoided. Alas ..... In order to get to school early, I had to run through the traffic jam and wait for the bus to go to school. Liu Jin and I rushed forward at a speed of 100 meters and shuttled back and forth in the crowd. After running for a while, Lu Jin and I were panting and sweating. We ran for a long time before we got to the bus stop. Seeing a bus similar to a bus stop, we got on the bus. Seeing that the bus was driving in the wrong direction, I quickly ran to the driver's uncle and gasped, "Uncle, what kind of car is this?" Uncle driver said flatly, "Two roads!" I thought to myself, "That's it! I took the wrong bus! " At the station, we had to run back and finally got on the 1 bus and went straight to school. But we were still late when we got to school, and all the other students were raising the national flag. As we all know, you can't go to school when the national flag is raised. You can't enter school until the national flag is raised. The headmaster asked us to wait for more than ten minutes before going in. After I went in, I ran to the classroom at once.

I came to the door of the classroom and shouted "report" in embarrassment. Students' eyes "brushed" and turned to me, showing different expressions on their faces, and some gloated at me; Some were very surprised, and their mouths became O-shaped; Some people felt sorry for me and looked at me sympathetically ... I looked at the teacher and saw that the teacher was silent for a while and said seriously, "What's the matter? What time is it now? " I stood by the door and listened to the teacher's criticism. I can't help blushing. Then, the teacher made a review in front of the whole class and punished me for standing all morning.

From then on, I vowed never to be late again.

The sixth topic of late composition is "Douwa, get up quickly, you will be late for class." Alas! Grandma started yelling again.

The alarm clock hasn't rung yet, what's the hurry! I pressed the quilt impatiently.

"What time do you think it is?" Grandma's voice rose eight degrees.

Anyway, the alarm clock didn't go off, so you can sleep a little longer!

Sand! Sand! What's that noise? I jumped over and opened the curtain, and it was foggy outside the window! I was shocked. I immediately got dressed and went to wash. At 7 o'clock, it was 18. After washing, I hurriedly asked, "Grandma, is the meal ready?"

"Just waiting for you!" Grandma is already filling the rice. "I said you were going to be late!" "

"Hurry up, I'm going to be late, don't talk nonsense." I looked anxiously out of the window! Grandma quickly put one end of the rice on the table. When I finished eating, I saw that the watch was 7: 33!

I hurried to the elevator. 38 minutes, 39 minutes ... It's been five minutes. Why hasn't the elevator come yet? We are going to miss the bus! I kept staring at the elevator button and kept shouting in my heart: hurry up! Come on! The elevator door finally opened, and my twisted heart was a little relieved. Oh, my god, the people in the elevator are crowded side by side, and there is no room for me at all. I watched the elevator door close in front of me. Forget it, let's take the stairs!

I ran downstairs as fast as I could and rushed to the bus stop. It's 50 minutes, and the 5 1 minute ... 13 bus is missing! I put my hands together and prayed silently: Bus, can you come quickly? Just when I couldn't wait to see it, the bus 13 came slowly. As soon as the bus arrived at the station, I waited at the door. I got on the bus as soon as the door opened. Along the way, staring at the wrist watch. I ran to the classroom as soon as I got off the bus, but I was still late. The teacher didn't criticize me, but I was very sad.

Being late this time made me deeply understand: at any time, you should learn to plan your own time and be a person who is ahead of time!

When the bell rang, the students hurried back to their seats. The speakers came one after another, but Mr. Wu hasn't come yet. What happened? Mr. Wu is never late. What happened today?

Time went by, but Mr. Wu still didn't come. Other students can't sit still: some are whispering; Some looked out of the window to see if the teacher had come; Some students are very nervous; Yeah ... I'm looking around, too. The teachers also looked at each other with a straight face. Some teachers say that if you go to the wrong classroom; The other teachers went out of the classroom to see if Mr. Wu had come.

I am very anxious in my heart, and I pray in my heart: Mr. Wu, come quickly, if you don't come again, the teacher will definitely laugh at our class, and you will definitely be k by the principal.

Why hasn't teacher Wu come yet? Is Mr. Wu sick? No, it's impossible. At that time, Mr. Wu insisted on attending class in spite of illness. The students advised her not to come again, but the teacher finished the class with us in a hoarse voice. Perhaps there is something wrong with Mr. Wu's family, and it is impossible. Last time Mr. Wu's son was ill, Mr. Wu still came to class. Or has Mr. Wu forgotten this important lesson? No, a teacher's memory can't be so bad. Oh, I'm so anxious. Why hasn't teacher Wu come yet?

Five minutes later, Mr. Wu finally arrived in a hurry, with tiny sweat hanging on his face. I saw Mr. Wu apologetically saying, "I'm sorry, I'm late for such an important class." The students scrambled to tell Mr. Wu what happened when he didn't come. Teacher Wu said, "Would you like to write a composition about what just happened?" "Yes," the students said in unison.

Mr. Wu was late because he wanted us to experience the teacher's lateness and then write this composition!

I was late for school this morning because of my damn alarm clock.

That night, I set the alarm clock at 6: 30, but it didn't ring until 7: 05, which almost made me angry that day. I really want to smash it.

So I quickly got up, brushed my teeth, washed my face and ate. After doing a lot of "work", I looked up-it was already 7: 30. I immediately picked up my schoolbag, got on my father's motorcycle and told him to drive faster. After a while, I arrived at school. I ran into the classroom with my scud. I looked up at my watch. Oh, no, it's already 7: 50.

After that, I changed an alarm clock. I have never been late since I changed my alarm clock.