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The faint days are also the ingredients of "fragrance".

In daily study, work or life, everyone has written a composition, and you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is my faint "fragrance" composition, welcome to share.

Life is like a steaming pancake. The raw materials are naturally unadorned, but in its warm touch, it is wrapped in various fillings, which makes you fragrant.

Colorful fruits and colorful goods, there are many shops and few people in my alley. But there is a pancake stall, but the business is very good.

An ordinary three-wheeled battery car, transformed by skillful hands and welded with iron frame and glass, has become the couple's closest companion every day. Pieces of crispy and affordable pancakes, pieces of pleasing and satisfying admiration, pieces of crisp and flashing one-dollar coins, and pieces of trivial life pictures convey a refreshing fragrance.

For a while, the pancake car was late and there were fewer people in the alley.

Once again, the couple seem to have lost a lot of weight and become much darker.

"Boss, have a piece without lettuce." A woman came to the car with her chubby son. "good!" Immediately, the couple's masks raised white fog. "Little Chef Hippo", the egg liquid is quickly spread on the snow-white flour, and the shaped cake is immediately turned over with a shovel, filled, plastered, spread evenly and bagged. The shovel and the boiler are singing happily, crisp and loud, not slow and not slow, adding artistic sense to the dull movements. The little fat man simply took a big bite and followed his mother happily.

"Boss, come quickly." A young man in a suit and sweating like a pig gasped. The iron furnace was skillfully played another movement. "Come on, take it, be careful, it's burning!" "Thank you!" Young people put down their money and leave. "Wait, there's another dollar." "Don't look for it." "No, I can't." The boss smiled, put the money into the young man's hand and began to work again.

The "pancake cart" gradually overflowed with crisp fragrance, which finally reminded my father of his memory.

That day, my father took me to buy pancakes. A moment later, it was our turn. As soon as the couple saw their father, they chatted happily. "Why didn't you come out the other day?" Father looked at the rapidly spinning cake and recalled the past. "Something happened in my hometown. I went back to work for a while, and now it's okay. " The male boss sighed. Father nodded thoughtfully. In a short time, two bags of steaming pancakes were baked.

My father has just paid the money and is ready to leave. The boss grabbed a bottle of warm breakfast milk and handed it to me: "They are all old neighbors, for the baby." His bloodshot eyes reflected expectation. "No, no, he doesn't like drinking." Father quickly put the milk back, his eyes shining. The boss handed it to me again, but my father declined. We walked away in his gentle eyes, and I felt that there was always a warm-hearted figure behind us.

Now, we have moved, occasionally passing by the alley, but we can't see the couple. Perhaps, they are people who have gone to other places to "smell"!

The days are dull, and life is still "fragrant". The fragrance not only floats in the alley, but also melts into people's hearts.

The faint days are also "fragrant". I don't know when life became so dull and busy. This kind of dark days without any waves makes me feel very wronged. From going out early in the morning to the end of evening self-study, all the days seem to be accompanied by books and papers, just like a spinning top.

Just after lunch break at noon, the alarm clock rang, and I got up at noon, because it was really uncomfortable to be woken up just after falling asleep. I got up very hard to wash and get ready to go out.

Emotion belongs to emotion, but learning should continue. So I got up the courage and walked out of the house. It takes five minutes to walk from home to the teaching building, but because it is too hot, I want to go by bike, which can shorten the exposure time in the sun. I just got on the bus with my legs lifted, and suddenly I saw a little sister, who is also a senior three student. Hey, hey, she actually came by bike. I think she and I may feel the same way.

I smiled at her as a greeting. Suddenly I had an idea, so I quickly said to her, "Come on, let's race to ride a bike and see who is faster." Hearing this, she agreed with my idea. So at the same time, the two of us tried our best to rush forward and shed our happy laughter during the short journey. It's so fast that we seem to have reached the finish line at once. There seems to be no one who can tell the difference faster in laughter, just don't forget to watch it next time.

Today's bike race made my mood suddenly clear, didn't it? Our daily life seems monotonous, and those jobs that have been repeated for many years seem to have failed to bring us too much passion and impulse. So the burnout in our hearts often affects our actions, so we sigh, complain and feel helpless day after day. But why not make a simple life wonderful? Perhaps such a short journey still brings us happiness.

If we can't change the reality, why not try to change ourselves? Ordinary days can actually be very tasty, can't they? A little surprise in life can make our mood full of sunshine and our days will be more exciting!

The faint days are also fragrant, and I will cherish such days!

The faint days are also "fragrant". Several dead leaves rolled up wearily, and the wind blew its branches that were about to break. The bird stood on the fork and made a few faint calls. The dirty paper balls were chased by the wind and rolled one after another. This dry weather makes me fidget.

I wrapped in cotton-padded clothes and walked forward in the unscrupulous cold wind. The wind is cool, and it hurts abruptly when blowing on the face. On the potholed sidewalk, there was a booth with white silk heat, and an old man stood behind the thick fog and shouted something. The faint days are also fragrant. My eyes and steps were attracted by him.

"Little girl, do you want a piece of tofu?" He looked up and asked me with a smile.

I looked at his face, muddy but eager eyes and nodded.

He smiled brightly, quickly lifted the plastic sheet, grabbed a small shovel from the chopping board and pushed it down carefully. Then, when his wrist became warped, a whole piece of "white jade" fell off a small piece of soft tofu. He blew the plastic bag into the wind and a small piece of tofu on the shovel slipped in.

I handed over five dollars, and he took out a stack of neatly arranged change from his white Chinese-style chest pocket, and took out two pieces and handed them to me.

I picked up the tofu and walked down the long alley, but his voice came faintly: "My granddaughter had an accident last year ... If she were still alive, she should be as big as you and as watery as you ..."

I turned my head and saw the loneliness and sadness peculiar to an old man. I opened my mouth, but I didn't know what to say …

When I got home, the tofu was still warm, but somehow I felt a little sad in my heart. My parents say that tofu is ground very finely, which has the taste of their childhood. I savor it carefully, but I feel that it is full of loneliness of the elderly.

Since then, I often go to his tofu stall for a while and buy a piece of "lonely" tofu. That day, he handed me a cup of very hot soybean milk. I asked him how much it was, and he smiled and said not to sell it. I want you to stay a little longer. Can't you leave after drinking? My heart suddenly trembled. All an old man wants is personal company, so he won't be so lonely, right?

Until now, I will often go to his place to accompany him for a while and take a piece of fragrant tofu with me when I leave. Only in the tofu now, there is no longer such a strong sense of loneliness. There is a satisfied smile hidden in his wrinkles.

The wind is still blowing dumb, but I clearly feel that it gently caresses my hair and cheeks, warming the lonely heart of an old man. Sucking sweet soybean milk and feeling the warmth flowing from the left atrium.

The faint days are also fragrant, with the fresh fragrance of beans.

The faint days are also "fragrant". Composition 4 "On March 3rd, shepherd's purse is a panacea." Every year at this time, grandma cooks eggs with shepherd's purse. It is said that eating it can clear away heat and detoxify, and it is safe and auspicious. Every year, grandma watches everyone eat cleanly before she feels at ease; This year, I was lucky enough to go to the fields with my grandmother to dig shepherd's purse.

Don't look for shepherd's purse flowers, the fields are everywhere. Green stems and leaves, starry flowers, all of a sudden green my dry eyes and moisten my withered heart. Grandma carefully squatted by the field and pulled up shepherd's purse one by one. Why did you pull it out? Grandma said that in this way, the original fragrance of shepherd's purse flowers will not be lost.

Carefully remove the yellow leaves and dust the soil. Grandma washed shepherd's purse quietly until the roots were as white as jade and the leaves were as green as jade. Grandma didn't speak, just looked at shepherd's purse carefully. There is only water in the kitchen. Green leaves are falling and grandma's silver hair is shining. At this moment, something warm flowed into my heart, and the confusion of study and the anxiety of examination were all calmed down. ...

Grandma just stood in front of the stove and put in shepherd's purse, ginger, eggs and a pot full of water in turn. Only when the water turns green enough to dye a piece of spring cloth, grandma gently breaks the eggshell and cooks the eggs for a while. The egg white is also dyed green and immersed in the fragrance. At this moment, grandma's movements are so light and slow, as if she were treating the most beloved baby in the world.

A pot of hot shepherd's purse boiled eggs is out of the pot. A bite of an egg smells like a field. Grandma put a few spoonfuls of sugar in shepherd's purse water. In this way, shepherd's purse water becomes a good drink. Take a sip, it's green, and it's naturally sweet in the field. Every time I pick up the pot and drink it nonstop, my grandmother always looks at me with a smile: "Slow down, my dear grandson." A face of satisfaction and happiness. At this moment, every nerve has a warm current swimming, and every cell has a faint joy jumping. ...

A pot of green shepherd's purse water, a few boiled eggs, just the tip of the tongue, stirred by warm current; In my heart, a little bit of joy permeates. In an instant, you will feel that ordinary life is full of such poetry.

In the field, shepherd's purse flower Mu Feng smiled, accompanied by cold rain and sunshine; In the examination room, I worked hard, frustrated, confused, and grandma's love.

In the dark, lush green shepherd's purse appeared in front of my eyes, smoothing my inner madness. In a trance, it seems that grandma picked not shepherd's purse, but a handful of water and a ray of sunshine, which moistened my heart.

"Spring brings shepherd's purse flowers to the stream." At this time, spring has flowed from Xitou to Grandma's persistent hand and stayed in my heart! Who says there is no fragrance in plain days?

The faint days are also "fragrant". Everyone's pursuit is different.

In countless confused nights, I have been thinking hard and asking myself what kind of life a person wants to live.

I tried to start a new starting point and focus on the goal at the end of the road, but now when I reach this new destination. But I didn't find the goal I originally longed for. On the contrary, a long-lost sense of emptiness came again. Perhaps emptiness and loneliness are an inherent and indispensable part of my life.

After too many ups and downs, I finally understood. This life. What I want to pursue is to find happiness in the plain! Money, beautiful women, cars, houses, senior officials and high salaries. Can you be happy about these? In fact, a happy poor man lives more smartly than a depressed millionaire!

Plain is true. Yes, when people get old. Only to find that besides health and happiness. Everything else is a cloud to life. I am now working in a public institution at home. Life is stable and plain. I just want to live a simple life. High-ranking officials and generous officials are just a dream to me.

Some people say that young people should have confidence. You should go out for a walk when you are young. Make a career in the future. Indeed, young people should have a hard-working and indomitable spirit. But to do what you can, youth and frivolity are not capital. Everyone's world outlook, outlook on life and their own skills determine that not everyone is suitable for that road. Of course, there are indeed people who work hard on their own, plus a very important factor of luck. I realized my dream. Find a well-paid job or be your own boss. Cars, houses and beautiful women followed. But what we should see more is that there are many capable and courageous people in China's population of 654.38+300 million. But the real success is still very few! Otherwise, China would have become a developed country!

A philosopher once said: Only when you know yourself can you not waste your life. Many people don't have an objective understanding of themselves. Blindly strive for a slim, unattainable goal. In the end, nothing was found. I wasted my youth in vain. This has a future?

I don't want to take risks in a stormy and complicated society. Although I haven't learned anything in four years of college, I have made great progress in my ability to analyze and think about problems, and at the same time I have formed my own world outlook, outlook on life and values. Have a more objective and comprehensive understanding of yourself. I am not an opportunist. Not a strong person. I have no ability to achieve my own career! This is by no means inferiority complex. This is a measure and judgment of your own correctness and rationality!

Willing to be plain, looking for happiness in plain.

The faint days are also "fragrant". Six days like a faint wind, across the fields of the world, with a layer of fragrance.

A rose stands on one side of the field. Compared with Chinese rose, I prefer to call it "Moon Red", which blooms every month and grows quietly like a small jasper in the days. It is true that there are many rains during the Qingming Festival, and a drizzle has soaked the world, making the moon red more and more fresh and charming. Bend down and smell it, and a fragrance touches your nose and lingers in your nose. There is a kind of cake called flower cake, which is made of flour wrapped with flowers. Take a bite to reveal the rosy filling inside. It is sweet and melodious, contained between the teeth and swinging at the tip of the nose. With the fragrance of flowers, they hit people's hearts together: one is the fragrance of nature, and the other is the fragrance of food, which are mixed together in plain days.

Mom's colleague gave her some wild onions. "I gave it to grandma. Grandma's wild onion cakes are delicious. " Mom said on her way home. I nodded with joy: wild onion oil cake, Rao has not eaten for a long time, I don't know if it is still the previous fragrance. Walking in an alley near home, I smelled it from a distance: it was the smell of wild onion cakes. On a dull day, the smell of food is the most indispensable. I went into the house. After a while, my mother took a plate in her hand and put it on the desk where I did my homework: "Well, my grandmother just sent it. Give it a try. " The smell of frying comes to my face again, but unlike the potato chips sold in the supermarket, there are various choices: tomato flavor, original flavor, black pepper steak flavor and so on. They are all fried, and there is only one aroma left in my memory-the aroma of nature. The name of wild onion oil cake is enough to explain. Onions are not planted artificially, but grow in the wild, so they are fragrant. Only in this way can its original simplicity be revealed. It's nice to make a cup of tea and eat a cake on a sleepy day! A small gift from nature makes a day full of fragrance.

I like reading and buying books. Sometimes I buy books online, and sometimes I go to the bookstore. I prefer to go to the bookstore and buy books online. Pushing through the door, it is a rich book fragrance, silently writing poems and works in my heart. Different books seem to have different tastes: if it is a tragedy, it is citric acid; If it's a comedy, it's apple sweet ... the fragrance of the book changes with the development of the plot inside. I bought a book and walked out of the bookstore. The warm evening sun caressed the buttonwood trees on both sides of the road, making a rustling sound. A gust of wind hit the book in my arms, and a faint ink spread and accumulated day by day.

The days seem to taste the fragrance of the fields on earth, and the faint days are also fragrant.

The faint days are also "fragrant". The breeze blows gently, blowing off the jasmine flowers on the branches, and the petals fall to the door. There is a faint fragrance around the house. Make a cup of fragrant tea, hold a novel, sit quietly under the tree and read a book.

At this time, my mother came to dry under the tree with a basket of clothes. "Mom, do you love Dad?" I cocked my head and looked at my mother. "You girl, you've read too many novels!" "Mom, just say it!" "Love is like this jasmine flower." "Molly?" I looked at my mother in confusion, only to see her smiling and entering the room. ...

At this moment, the sound of pots and pans falling came from the room. I heard a noise and ran into the house, only to see my mother fall to the ground. "mom! What's wrong? " "It's okay, accidentally slipped. Ah! " I hurried to help my mother, and a scream reached my ears. "Mom, go to the hospital." "Nothing, I'll cook dinner for your father when he comes home in the evening." "Mom, it's okay. I'll do it. " I carefully helped my mother to the nearby clinic. The doctor said she would go to the hospital. After arriving at the hospital, my mother repeatedly told me not to let my father know that she was in the hospital.

When I got home, my father had already arrived home. "where's mom?" I looked down and didn't know if I should tell my father. Dad was worried when he saw my expression. "where's mom?" At this time, my father didn't know that my mother had an accident. I didn't tell him everything until he saw the medical records in my hand when I was in a hurry. Dad rushed out of the house like an arrow, and finally left a sentence, "You can solve dinner yourself."

The next day, I came to the hospital, gently pushed the door and went in, and saw my father sleeping beside my mother's bed. My footsteps seemed to frighten my father. He raised his head and rubbed his eyebrows, made a quiet gesture to me, and then took me out. "Your mother is still sleeping. Don't disturb her. I'll buy something to eat first. " "Well, don't worry about buying it." Dad nodded and left. When I walked into the room again, my mother was awake, sitting on the bed and rubbing her arm. "Girl, help my mother rub her arm." "Mom, why don't you sleep a little longer?" "Oh, in fact, I woke up early. I'm afraid I will wake your father. I haven't moved. My hands are numb. Please help me rub it. " After listening to my parents' words, I seem to understand a little "love is like this jasmine" After a while, dad came back with breakfast. Our family enjoyed a happy breakfast in a room filled with strong smell of disinfectant and soybean milk.

It turns out that mom and dad's love is like jasmine, filled with faint fragrance, without the fiery red of roses and the proud gesture of lotus flowers. It's just plain and simple, but full of warmth.

I still like reading novels, but the difference is that there are some refreshing jasmine flowers in the corner of my desk.

The faint days are also "fragrant". Life is always going on slowly, even if it makes waves, it will be as fleeting as ripples on the water. But on such a dull day, I feel the fragrance in your hand lingering.

Your life has entered soft light music. It is normal in your life to quietly move out a small stool and blow air in the yard in a lazy afternoon. Your pace will never be too slow, and the shovel in your hand is the same as yours. Growing flowers is your greatest pleasure.

Always in winter, you slowly sow the withered seeds, carefully cover the soil and wait for it to germinate. Waiting for flowers to bloom in a dull day has long been your expectation. When I was a child, I always followed you and watched you patiently water and prune branches. Waiting always makes me fidgety, and the dull days day after day always make me bored. You seem to enjoy it.

After a long time, the flowers finally bloomed. I was surprised to see the delicate flowers standing upright on the branches, and put aside the leaves you had trimmed calmly, becoming the best country companion. Focusing on that flower, the fragrance quickly spread in the small bungalow. I greedily sucked the hard-won fragrance and watched you spread the perfect radian with the kettle. You smiled, and the silver hair on your forehead fluttered in the wind.

"The flowers are finally in bloom, otherwise this day is really boring!" I gather around you and smell more wanton fragrance with satisfaction.

You take scissors and take pains to trim branches. "How can it be boring? In the days when it didn't bloom, we were all waiting for it to bloom and give off fragrance. Isn't it interesting to think so? "

I stopped smelling the flowers and looked at your kind smile and paused. I watched your quiet and busy figure walk into the vegetable garden. At that moment, on the branch without fruit and vegetables, I seemed to smell the fragrance floating through the window.

Later, under your guidance, my mother also planted flowers. Mom's skills are still green, and the flowers that have been planted for a long time never bloom.

"Why doesn't this flower bloom? It's like not raising it. Really boring. " Mother muttered, and the water in the kettle poured out a perfect arc in her hand. I looked at her, then looked down at the bud in the flowerpot quietly, and suddenly remembered your busy figure smiling at the flowerpot.

"Isn't it blooming?" I heard what you said. I seem to smell its open fragrance. I had an epiphany: life is as dull as water, but in the dull life, as long as there is fragrance in my heart, the faint days will be fragrant.

The faint days are also "fragrant". 9 days, like a row of braids, knock out the classical and elegant timbre. The days are dull, but they are also full of "Chinese flavor" and full of fragrance.

"Nianwei" perfume

The annual flavor in "The Taste of China People" is a table of reunion dinner on New Year's Eve, children's hands full of new year's goods, and a lantern by the river on the second day of the second year. ...

A year is the beginning of a year, the season of renewal of everything, and the real reincarnation. People can't help feeling the spring, probably because of the task of writing. During this year, everyone carefully observed the familiar scenes around them. For example, when I was in the countryside for the New Year, I ran around the small village and enjoyed hundreds of Spring Festival couplets. Finally, I dyed a picture with a brush, which was bright and red.

That kind of smell soaked with old customs makes you smile warmly. I learned from Zhang Xiaofeng and wrote down the temperature of life on paper, which can't be washed away after many years. It is this fragrance of literature and art that taught me to observe the faint days and sketch for my life.

"Trouble" incense

When it comes to "my troubles", my first thought must be Wang Shuli's article "Zhuang Ning". She read it carefully and felt sorry for the self-abandonment of Class 12. Her article also points out that all this is based on our selfishness and carelessness.

Wang Shuli's composition seems to have a heavy fragrance, hypnotizing us greedy and superficial people, planting a term called "collective" in our hearts and swinging us into a faint candlelight called "12 class". The carmine light warms our numb hearts. Now in the class, everyone is willing to do things, and everyone does everything. More and more people care about the class. In the record book,

"gourmet" perfume

Food is naturally fragrant and can arouse people's appetite. Food will never be inferior to others in taste. The history of hot pot on the avenue and a bowl of braised pork in the alley can all taste their own flavor. We can learn about growth, society and culture from eating, and we can also talk about truth from common things around us.

It is the fragrance of this literature that taught me to explore the profound meaning of culture from the darkness.

This literary fragrance is like mint, which is cool and clear in the heart and washes away the noise. I have always believed that I will enrich myself by reading a little book, listening to a paragraph and spending time appreciating the fragrance of others.

The faint days are also "fragrant". Sometimes, we always complain that the years are dull; Sometimes, we are always dissatisfied with the fact that life is not new; Sometimes, we always hate the monotonous repetition of days. However, in the warm spring of that year, on a dull day, I smelled a different fragrance of life. In spring and March, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and everything seems to be new in spring. Strolling in the green campus, the warm breath of spring comes instantly. The bright sunshine poured down, and at first glance, the whole campus seemed to be plated with a layer of gold and sparkling. The warm spring breeze, like a naughty child, suddenly got into my collar and came out along my sleeve, and then I was busy visiting all corners of the campus.

After bidding farewell to the cold winter, the little master of the campus immediately became active and began to release the vitality of youth. After school at noon, there are always girls in twos and threes. They held up the ice cream early and walked by talking and laughing from time to time. At the school gate, there are also girls who put on skirts early and trotted to get the lunch just delivered. The long hair dancing lightly in the sun, the skirt horn gently raised, and her peach-like face are beautifully fixed together, interpreting the vitality of youth. On the basketball court, the T-shirts of boys playing basketball were soaked with sweat. When the ball doesn't pass well, the jokes that the players unconsciously spit out also add a passionate spice to this great spring! A breeze, across the green lawn, mixed with a wisp of fragrance, I can't help but breathe greedily, trying to engrave this fragrance in my mind. Yes, all this is so ordinary but intriguing.

On the football field in the distance, the running boys are sweating in the bright sunshine. They are full of youthful vigor and publicity. Some girls on both sides of the court are cheering for their favorite teams, and some are in groups of 3322, discussing their favorite stars enthusiastically. From time to time, heartfelt happiness and happiness echoed in the air with hearty laughter.

And I, enjoying all this silently in this spring, look at the smile flying out of my red face, just like the gentle sunshine rippling; Listening to the crisp laughter spread to the ears, like a silver bell. I suddenly have another feeling about happiness and happiness.

In fact, happiness and happiness are very simple. It is often not a luxury enjoyment, but often exists in fresh and plain days, sometimes hidden in warm and energetic spring. However, happiness and happiness are not simple, because it often requires people to have a pair of discerning eyes to observe and experience.

The wind is still mild. In this light and watery time, it quietly brought me happiness and happiness.