Write a composition about kindness.

1. Writing with kindness as the topic is kind to teachers.

She is our Chinese teacher-Miss Yi. She has a pair of divine eyes, and no classmate's shortcomings can escape her sharp eyes. She is eloquent and often admires everyone. She is very kind to people. She is not only our good friend, but also a "savior" who helps us overcome difficulties.

Teacher Yi's lectures are very interesting, and she plays a joke to make everyone laugh from time to time. Whenever our composition is published, Teacher Yi is always happy from ear to ear. I remember once, my composition was published. Teacher Yi took the receipt and said happily in the class, "Li Sixi's composition in our class has been published, which is great ..." With this, a gratified smile appeared on her face, and the crow's feet around her eyes became beautiful, like a bright rose in the garden.

Teacher Yi worked hard, but she didn't forget to make us happy and make the class active. I remember that time, Mr. Yi was commenting on the composition with relish, and all the students shook their heads. Just then, a classmate's lunch box fell to the ground, making a crisp noise. The students were shocked, and Teacher Yi was even more furious. She said angrily, "Look, these students don't listen carefully in class, otherwise how could such an explosion happen!" " After that, the students burst into laughter.

Teacher Yi is an important role in our primary school life. She encouraged us to overcome one difficulty after another and taught us how to be a man. She deserves to be our mentor and friend.

2. Kind composition 1 Time goes by bit by bit, and drops flow into the sea. Time! I want to tell you that you left me the deepest memory in my life.

With innocence and immaturity entering the school, everything is strange. I saw you lead me step by step. You sort out my thoughts again and again with kind eyes. You wiped the tears from my cheeks again and again with your gentle hands. You told me with a smile that my tears are bittersweet. I feel a little surprised that you have introduced me to so many interesting classmates and so many teachers who care about me. I walked around the corner and looked back. The road was blurred. The old teacher patted me on the shoulder hopefully and planted the seeds of hope with love. The scenery on the road I walked is endless. Sometimes I am attracted by the roadside scenery, sometimes I miss the beautiful scenery of the past and retreat, sometimes I am curious about the garden in front and fly!

It seems as if it happened yesterday. Yesterday, you told me to be strong. Yesterday, you taught me to cherish. Now I find that if I don't cherish you, you will walk past me happily. You wrote one song after another for me and created one painting after another for me. Let me enjoy it in this corner. After enjoying it, I will embark on a journey and rush forward without hesitation.

Time! Thank you! Bring me this deepest memory. Everything is a cup of cappuccino worth savoring in life, and I will continue to walk away step by step with this most cordial memory!

In my life, I have a kind father. A kind mother. There are clever students in the school. Diligent teacher and so on ... but in my memory, what left me the deepest influence was a strange uncle.

That day, the sky was full of white clouds and blue. I thought today was a good day, but when I walked to the traffic lights after school, it began to rain, as if I were crying. I hurried to shelter from the rain.

"Hey, has the rain stopped?" I want to know. I looked up, "hey, if it isn't my uncle who stands guard in the rain and directs traffic!" " Uncle, are you ...? ""well, little friend, take the umbrella and go home. " A gentle word reached my ears. Although he is a strange uncle, he is a very kind face. "Uncle, but what would you do if I took the umbrella away? You have to stand guard! "But my uncle said," Kid, take your umbrella and go home quickly, or your parents will be in a hurry. I have a hat. It's okay. "thank you, uncle. Then I'll return the umbrella to you tomorrow. Goodbye, uncle! " "Goodbye, little friend. "This goodbye makes me feel so warm.

The next day, I returned my umbrella to my uncle, who was not there. I heard that my uncle was ill and seemed to be in hospital, so I left my umbrella there, told him my name, and asked him to tell my uncle to say "thank you" for me.

What this uncle did may seem insignificant to others, but this uncle left a deep image in my heart. I silently pray for his speedy recovery in my heart-although he is just a strange uncle.

Enla

3. A kind composition of 600 words in grade six, everything is instantaneous and everything will pass; And what has passed will become a kind of nostalgia.

After learning the inscription, I sat by the window and fantasized about my distant future, my full reality and the dribs and drabs of the past. What emerges from the memory is cordial nostalgia.

It was a sunny morning, and grandma taught me to ride a bike. I'm all thumbs, but I can't control this arrogant bike.

I fell off my bike again and again, and grandma helped me up again and again. She took pains to teach me how to ride a bike and showed me again and again.

Finally, God paid off. I learned.

When I was able to ride this bike by myself, grandma looked at my dusty body and smiled kindly. That smile remains in my mind so far, how kind and kind.

At noon, in the hot sun, grandma washed my clothes. I sat next to my grandmother and watched her wash my clothes with wrinkled hands. My heart is sour and painful.

I won't thank my grandmother with flowery words or sweet kisses. I will only jump into her arms and cry in her confused eyes to express my love for her. How I miss that situation.

It was a dreary evening, and grandma was lying in the hospital bed, staring at me silently. The whole family was there, but grandma kept holding my hand.

Maybe grandma and I have feelings that others can't match! Her yellow face was so dazzling that I closed my eyes and sobbed silently. Grandma touched my cheek with her little strength, as if she were pouring out bits and pieces of our past life.

At the moment when her time is coming, we spent it in a cordial memory. Grandma finally crawled to the earth like a plant that exhausted its vitality.

At that moment, I understood that all she left me was countless memories. There are sadness, happiness, pain and happiness, but no matter what kind of memories, they are all left to me by my beloved grandmother, and they are all cordial memories.

4. Kindness () Composition 650-700 In the ten years since childhood, I have always felt that my mother is extremely kind and gentle.

And dad, in my impression, dad is busy all day and always has no time to accompany me. But the teacher assigned an essay entitled "Father's Love". How to write it? Just recently, the gentle mother had something to go out for more than half a month.

I have started school, and someone will wake me up and cook for me every morning. I was afraid that my father wouldn't adapt and delayed my school, so I made a suggestion and lived with my aunt.

After listening to my advice, my father said, "Don't disturb others. Anyway, I have nothing to do recently and have time. So I will cook for you every day. "

So my father gets up every morning to cook for me. At this time, my father was completely different from usual. I cooked the meal early, which is my favorite.

I'm always woken up after I finish. After I finished eating, he sent me downstairs and watched me walk to school ... all this was so ordinary to others, but I realized the deep affection from it.

When I came home from school, my father had already put on an apron and cooked in the kitchen. Come back and say, "Come back, do your homework first, the meal is almost ready!" " "When I finished my homework, we began to eat.

In these short days, the busy father who was in my heart was so kind and warm during this period. How to write these ordinary things that can no longer be ordinary? I was thinking about this problem when I suddenly felt a chill. I can't help sneezing. My father heard it. He came over and put on a dress for me and said, "If it's still cold, just say, ah."

In a flash, I suddenly had the inspiration to write. What my father gave me was silent love! In retrospect, my father always gave me a cup of hot water when I was cold, and when I forgot to bring my books to school, I came to school panting to send me books ... these are my father's love for me! Yes, fatherly love is like a bowl of green tea. You can't taste it unless you taste it carefully.

My father is the head of the family. He is neither tall nor fat. He has a pair of smart eyes, short hair and a pair of big glasses on his nose and ears. My father is not only the head of the family, but also the master of humor in our family.

I remember once, my father asked someone to make two dumbbells, and that person wanted to give them to us. My father told us to take good care of the people who came. We quickly asked our father why. My father told us that he would give me dumbbells, but my father didn't speak Mandarin very well. He called the bell of the dumbbell a pear and then went to work.

I walked back to my cabin in frustration, because I hate eating pears. I vaguely heard my mother say to herself, "There are so many pears in two boxes that I can't finish them. Just give my mother one! " After a while, my father came back with two dumbbells in his hand, followed by a man. I rushed over and asked, "Dad, why didn't you bring those two boxes of pears?"

Dad is confused by us. After a while, he reacted and said helplessly, "When did I say pear? I clearly said dumbbells! " Dad made us laugh and cry. Another time, on holiday, my mother went to work and my father rested at home.

Dad cooked the meal and then continued to play games. I'm not idle, watching TV. Suddenly I smelled a burning smell and said to my father, "Dad, it seems that the rice is burnt!" " "Dad rushed into the kitchen and said to me as soon as he came out," It's okay, don't tell mom. "

Then I went to the computer to continue fighting. After a while, mom came back. Seeing my mysterious face, she asked me, "What's the matter? Are you all right? " I nodded, and my mother went to fill the rice. I secretly followed, looked into the pot, and found that all the rice near the pressure cooker was cooked, except for a small piece in the middle which was white.

I estimated that the program was about to start, so I turned and left the kitchen. At this time, my father was standing at the door of the kitchen. My mother said to my father while picking up the unpolished rice, "Your cooking level is too high. White rice can cook black rice, which is amazing!" Dad solemnly explained to his mother, "I cooked the rice with a black face." Black rice, of course. "

After reading these, you must think my father is very funny. In fact, he is very knowledgeable in medicine and a great doctor.

Every time the three of us go out shopping, we will meet a patient and ask him for advice. He will stop and patiently tell them what medicine to take. That my mother and I often have to go a long way to find my father.

Every time I get sick, my father can cure me by prescribing a pair of medicine. Now that my father has gone abroad, my mother is most afraid that I will get sick. Once, I caught a cold and took several kinds of medicine, but it didn't help.

Later, there was no way out, so my mother asked my father to send us a prescription from abroad by email. My mother caught me a pair of medicine according to the prescription before she cured me of my illness.

Before my father went abroad, he sent me to school and picked me up from school every day. He never said "bitter" or "tired" ... I hope my father can come back early and let me see his kind face.

5. "Friendly Details" wrote a composition of about 600 words on this topic, and some said details-the source of beauty and eternity.

3 14200 Lu Minjie, Class 4, Grade 3, Pinghu Middle School, Zhejiang Province

People say, short as morning dew, fleeting when the sun clears; Eternity is like the sun, rising and setting day after day. The whole process of all living things is only a moment in the universe for the creator with infinite power.

We really feel the flow of time and try to slow it down or even stop it-but who can do it? Poor man, where can I find that tree and fix my short-lived self in the chain of history and become an eternal existence? Actually, it's all around us, the details.

The details are the stones that make up the pyramid, and the sleepers that are peaceful when laying the railway. Only by paying attention to details, grasping details and deducing details can we grasp life and destiny. Every door-to-door service of Xu Hu is so ordinary and ordinary from an individual point of view, but it is these countless details that have made his glorious image and made him loved by people.

There is no denying that Einstein's genius created the theory of relativity. But when people opened his manuscript, they found that there was no complicated calculus, no exquisite syllogism, only thousands of seemingly ordinary calculations, reasoning and proofs. Every calculation, reasoning or proof itself is tiny, but it is these tiny details that have contributed to a breakthrough and leap in the history of human science. You can't succeed without details, and you can't get eternity without details.

Some people say that details are only a fragment in the evolution of things, which is true. But even so, who can deny the meaning of the details? Can a thing or thing give people a sense of beauty without any details that make it up?

Chernyshevski famously said: Beauty is life. In other words, beauty is made up of bits and pieces in life, and details are the source of beauty. "The moonlight shines in the pine forest, and the crystal stone shines in the stream. Bamboo whispers that the laundry girl returns, and the lotus leaves bend in front of the fishing boat. Every sentence in Wang Wei's poems is just a general description of the scenery, no matter which one is not a famous sentence. But a few words together form the realm of painting in poetry, where poetry and Zen blend and scenes are intertwined.

It was Cao Xueqin's painstaking management and meticulous carving that made the immortal Dream of Red Mansions. How can the images of Jia Baoyu and Sister Lin be so deeply rooted in people's hearts without his originality and countless details to express the personalities of the characters?

Details are the source of beauty, which makes every tree and stone shine; Details are the saints of time, making fleeting things eternal. Friends, let's seize every detail of life and let life show its due glory!

6. What is a topic of goodwill? Write a composition of more than 600 words.

Sometimes the elders affectionately call the wrong name, but they are embarrassed to correct it; Sometimes, the teacher wrote a wrong word on the blackboard, but he was afraid to raise his hand to tell him; Sometimes, I don't want to do my homework, but I can only say that I am sick ... One lie after another pushes us to hypocrisy, and we can't help but ask: Why is it so difficult to tell the truth?

The first is its own problems. We always think that lying is not necessarily a bad thing, and even put on the coat of "beautiful lies" for some hypocritical words. It is true that if a lie can really help others, then such a lie is really beautiful. However, if you lie for your own benefit, this kind of lie is disgusting. In the dictionary, "lies" refer to untrue and hypocritical words. However, why are such words still circulating around the world?

According to a scientist's experiment, every time a person tells a lie, his life expectancy will be shortened by one month. This shows how bad it is to lie. However, more people choose to lie from the perspective of interests. They believe that only by hypocritically flattering themselves and others can they get the favor of interests.

What is more sad is that people who listen to lies know it is a lie, but they still smile and accept each other's lies. Great! Talented! Everyone with eyes knows pearls! So they put it under the door, and lies became popular. No matter whether it's a big lie or a small lie, it doesn't matter how you lie, as long as you can get benefits.

Everyone is intrigued and intrigued, and "sincerity" has long since become a dead letter and no longer exists. Liars believe that there is no eternal lie, no eternal sincerity, only eternal interests. However, it is the people who tell the truth who really win the eternal interests!

7. Write a composition on the topic of "cordial nostalgia". Tonight, the stars are thin and the moon is light. Walking by this dim pier, I unconsciously remembered my good friend Acheng, and the song-like friendship of the past came to my mind like a flood.

Six years ago in the midsummer, I met A Cheng. At that time, I went to the provincial capital with a late admission notice. I remember the day I arrived at the dormitory, a very energetic boy enthusiastically helped me lift the thread to find a bed, and later took me to the department to report. He is Cheng, from Guangzhou, my classmate and roommate. Looking at Acheng's sincere smiling face, my heart is warm and I am grateful. It's nice to have such a warm roommate in a foreign land!

Friendship begins with a new life in college. Our frankness and sincerity soon made us bosom friends, inseparable.

At that time, college time was always full of boundless relaxation and freehand brushwork. On a moonlit summer night, we went to the "English corner" on campus to practice our spoken English. Cheng patiently corrected my wrong pronunciation. On a cold night in spring, we sat in the dormitory reading by candlelight. I learned Cantonese from parrots in A Cheng. For a while, I was full of jokes, which made us laugh. At the beginning of feasting, we visited all the bookstores on the bustling Beijing Road and brought back piles of books ... It was a wonderful time.

For a time, we were addicted to playing badminton and were always active on the college court after school. Cheng is good at sharp smash in the backcourt, and putting the ball in front of the net is my specialty. So our tacit cooperation in doubles on the court has made us proud for a long time. We joked that the bigger our friendship is, the deeper it is. Perhaps, because we have such a tacit understanding, in those days, we have more heart-to-heart communication. Ordinary and gentle life like water is what we yearn for. I remember every dusk, we always strolled to the overpass near the college. There were beautiful scenes all the way: the sunset hung in the west and the sky was covered with brilliant clouds. The evening breeze gently brushed the buttonwood. We wander in the quiet streets, talking about the past, life and ideals ... our hearts are particularly relaxed. Boarding the overpass and looking at the colorful Jiefang North Road under the night sky, let the distant vehicles take away our yearning for the distant vision. On the way home, bathed in the night wind, I occasionally picked two quiet seats in the street snack bar and chatted until evening. What kind of atmosphere is this? Heart, quiet and rich, without hypocrisy and impetuousness, is also far away from the noise of the world.

We know that only such sincere friendship can bring such a life of mutual talk and concern.

Flowers bloom and fall, and they gather and disperse in a hurry. Parting in midsummer. We are infinitely disappointed to think that the train of fate will take us in two different directions. Tonight, let all the past events turn into a fragrant heart. May my friendship with Acheng last forever.

8. That kind smile (about writing a teacher's composition) My favorite person is the teacher. Since primary school, I like Chinese classes, so I have a unique feeling for Chinese teachers. Teachers have devoted everything to education, their deepest love to students, but what they have left for themselves is the autumn frost on their temples.

The Chinese teacher in the sixth grade of primary school impressed me the most. He is a male teacher, surnamed Zhu, about 40 years old. His hair is black and shiny with a few white hairs, which may be the cause of overwork! Small eyes always emit soft light, and a smile makes students feel kind. The students called him sweetly: "Teacher Zhu!" "

The laughter is beautiful. But in my mind, Mr Zhu's smile is the most beautiful. I used to think that teachers scared me the most. But Mr. Zhu is smiling at us in almost every class, which makes me suddenly understand that the teacher is not terrible, but makes us feel amiable! Teacher Zhu's smile adds a lot of color to his vivid Chinese class. Therefore, we all love to listen to his lectures.

But Mr. Zhu sometimes gets angry. I remember once, after the math teacher assigned homework, the students began to make a scene: some stood up and spoke; Some walk around the classroom at will; Even the students sitting in the seats joined the excitement. The classroom is crowded with people. At this moment, Mr. Zhu walked into the classroom. When the students saw that Mr Zhu's smiling face suddenly became serious, they became quiet and the classroom suddenly became silent. Mr. Zhu said sternly, "Who told you to be so noisy?" The students were silent. "Help me copy the text of Lesson 7, quickly!" Everyone seems to realize their mistakes and copy them obediently. Finally, perhaps Mr Zhu couldn't bear to let us copy them, so he stopped us. He said earnestly, "classmates, time is yours, and wasting time is also your business." However, you have so much time to make noise. It is better to take out books to read, which will save time and improve learning efficiency. " Ah, this is Mr. Zhu. I always use this sentence to motivate myself. I will read books and learn a lot of extracurricular knowledge whenever I have time.

To tell the truth, who wouldn't want to be such a good teacher? May Mr. Zhu's sweet smile stay on your face forever! Whenever I see his kind smile, I want to sing a song to sing my love for Teacher Zhu!