Wenyang excellent composition

In study, work and even life, everyone has been exposed to composition. The composition must focus on the theme and elaborate the same theme in depth. Don't ramble, the theme is lax or even without a theme. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is my excellent composition "Warm Sunshine" for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

In my mind, my parents gave me a lot of love. Whether it is a cup of fragrant tea, an umbrella in the rain, or cordial condolences, I can clearly feel my parents' love, as deep as the sea and as warm as tea. These loves are within my reach in my simple life. I enjoy my parents' love to the fullest, as if I were a flower that fully absorbed sunshine and water and grew up in a happy life. However, while enjoying the beautiful scenery, I realized a good little test. This little test has benefited me for life.

I remember one night, there were few stars in a month. I finished my holiday homework early on Saturday and Sunday, so I sat at my desk and read with relish, while enjoying the beautiful scenery under the night: in the clear night sky, a bright and beautiful moon gave off soft moonlight, adding a touch of luster to the starry night sky. Clouds illuminated by moonlight around the moon float gently in the fairy-tale night sky, which is extremely delicate. Grass and trees on the ground, sticking out their green heads, seem to want to see the beauty of Yun Yun girl together. Occasionally, a few bugs bark, as if they were fascinated by the quiet and elegant fairy tales in the night sky.

Suddenly, a burst of cheerful music got into my ears, like the sound of TV. Can we say that dad has gone home? I quickly ran over to have a look, hey, dad is sitting on the bed watching TV leisurely! I just wanted to say hello to my father, but I didn't notice that my calf was close to the hard corner of the bed ... "ouch!" " Suddenly, a sharp pain hit my leg. Suddenly, I just felt my left foot soft and sat on the ground. Suddenly, a burst of bitter tears welled up in my eyes. In an instant, it seemed as if a broken bead was desperately falling. In misty tears, full of pain, I cried helplessly and said, "Dad … Dad, come quickly … help me …" However, my father didn't hug me lovingly as before, asked me where it hurt, dried my tears with paper towels and made me happy with jokes. But, but now, my father looked at me coldly and didn't mean to help me at all. However, I seem to read encouragement from my father's eyes and that my father cheered for me. I suddenly understood: Dad wanted me to stand up bravely and face setbacks with a smile. Yes, a person's life is full of difficulties. If he encounters a small setback, he will never recover. How can he stand the impact of big waves? What will life be like if a person does not face the hardships on the road bravely and firmly! Thinking of this, I tried to wipe a handful of tears, carefully rubbed my injured leg, sat firmly on the bed and smiled happily at my father. And dad, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, like a blooming chrysanthemum, the fine wrinkles in his eyes stretched like petals, and the bright pupils were full of knowing smiles.

Later, my mother found out and opened my trouser legs in a hurry. Ah, what a big bag! Mother rubbed and blew and scolded, "You are so careless!" I smiled indifferently and said, "How can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain!" "I looked back at my father, ha ha, he squinted comfortably watching TV, how carefree!

Life is like a bumpy stone. As long as you are willing to temper it and overcome it, it will become a beautiful rain flower stone. At that time, you will find how wonderful life is! Here, I want to thank the gentle maternal love, who makes me run like a happy pony on the grassland of love; I want to thank my father's strict love, which makes me carefully grasp my own rules of dealing with people, and makes me seem to have a lamp that points out my life and illuminates my direction! Love is as common as tea and as special as coffee. I am very lucky and satisfied!

Time flies, time flies. In a blink of an eye, my primary school life will be over. I grew up little by little from that ignorant little girl who just went to grade one, and made me who I am now-a girl who knows everything to some extent. In my primary school life, I met many people and things. But among these people and things, one thing is the most unforgettable.

One morning, I finished shopping at the stationery store and was ready to go home. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a scene in which an old man over sixty walked slowly to the bus stop with a cane. Suddenly, I don't know whether the stone tripped Grandpa or Grandpa didn't hold the crutch steady. With a splash, grandpa immediately fell to the ground. The next second, grandpa immediately groaned: "Ouch-my leg!" " "

At this time, grandpa must hope that people around him can help him. However, people around me didn't seem to see it, and they continued to do their own thing without even looking at the poor old man.

When grandpa was almost desperate, a girl ran to him. She got closer and closer to him until the girl came to him. At this time, I saw her face clearly: a beautiful makeup face was hidden under her shiny black hair, and her big round eyes were inlaid with long black eyelashes. When the eyelashes blink, there is a smart look. Huh? Isn't this the dragon heart language?

She gently helped grandpa up and sat him in the chair. Ask: "Grandpa, are you all right?" Grandpa replied, "It's no big deal. I'll go to the hospital to check myself. Thank you so much, girl. " Hearing that Grandpa wanted to go to the hospital by himself, Long Xinyu immediately panicked: "Grandpa, you can't go by yourself. I will go with you. " Grandpa had no choice but to agree.

Looking at their fading back, I have an indescribable taste in my heart. Why are there so few kind-hearted people?

I remember seeing a news some time ago: the sudden rainstorm in Henan caused water on the road. An old man is riding an electric car on the road. Suddenly, the old man fell to the ground. When people saw it, they didn't help the helpless old man, but stopped for a while and then walked away. It took about three minutes for passers-by to help the old man up. But by then, the old man had stopped breathing and heartbeat.

Three minutes of entanglement finally stopped the old man's life. After reading this news, I can't help but reflect: How helpless and scared I am if I fall down in front of the indifferent people!

On the other hand, Long Xinyu's actions reveal her kindness all the time. And her kindness, like a ray of warm winter sun, flows into the hearts of every witness.

Warm Sun Excellent Composition 3 Dear Mom:

How are you?

I really didn't expect you to write to me with your letter in your hand. I am so excited! Thank you!

This morning, there were snowflakes in the sky, and my mood seemed to be in winter.

Just after the first class, a classmate told me that there was a letter for me downstairs. I thought: Who will write this letter to me? Running downstairs, standing in front of the mailbox, I saw your handsome handwriting at a glance. I can't wait to open the letter.

Dear baby, you wrote in your letter that you are my sun flower, always blooming in the sun, always smiling and never giving in to any difficulties or setbacks.

Mom, I am in a bad mood these days. Growing up, I have been living in beautiful fairy tales woven by my friends and relatives. However, in order to study better, I left my lovely father and nagged about you and the warm "happy house". I just came to a foreign land at the age of fourteen to study alone. Everything is so strange to me, I know everything has to start from scratch. I always remind myself to learn to be strong, but I am always teased by some naughty boys because I am weak by nature. You know, in my hometown, my grades have always been among the best, but now I am only in the middle of the class. The glory of the past, the envious eyes of friends, the meticulous care of family members, all the happiness left me, the sense of superiority disappeared, and my self-confidence was bruised. Because I am introverted, I don't have many good friends in my class. It really feels like a year. And these days my mood is almost bad to the extreme!

Mom, you must have noticed my subtle changes. In this cold season, send this warm letter home in time. Looking at the familiar font and reading the thoughtful words, I feel as if you have come to my side. When I was a child, you encouraged me with some famous stories and many amazing performances. You told me that it's normal to survive the fittest and just arrive in a new environment and be unfamiliar with everything. You said I would always be the best! Now I just have a little setback. Don't be afraid, face it bravely. You said that suffering is actually a kind of wealth, an invisible spiritual strength, which can inspire people to forge ahead. ...

I walked alone in the snow, savoring every word you said. Yes, there are no absolute winners and no absolute losers in life. Difficulties and setbacks are not terrible, what is terrible is that you no longer hope to succeed!

Mom, your letter warms my heart like sunshine. My mood gradually cleared up in your warm words, and my suddenly enlightened heart danced with the falling snowflakes. Look up, give the sky a smile and give yourself a confidence!

The ice and snow in my heart has been melted by your letter from home through the storm. You said you would write to me often in the future. Thank you! Mom! Your letter is the warm sunshine in winter, which makes my heart bathe in the bright sunshine forever!

Ok, let's stop here, I have to do my homework!

Good Night! Mom!

Warm Sun Excellent Composition 4 In winter in the south, there is always warmth in the cold, and the warm sun shines on the earth, which is poetic and intoxicating. But this winter, we seldom see the shadow of the sun. It has been raining for more than a month, which makes people feel depressed and confused. The town seems to have fallen asleep.

It was raining all over the sky on a groggy day, and the scenery in front of us seemed to be covered with a barrier, which made people unable to see clearly. Every night, when I study at my desk, I always look out of the window. The rustling of cold rain made my body and mind gloomy. There seems to be no end to this disgusting day. Seeing the wet clothes on the windowsill and thinking of those sunny and warm days makes me feel more happy. But the sound of cold rain beating on the glass outside the window broke my only joy. I'm bored and lonely, and so on.

More than half a month has passed, and there is still no sunshine. I became angry and wanted to curse the setting sun and the winter without sunshine.

When I came home from class on Saturday, I was sitting on the bus alone, watching the light rain outside the window, and I was very sad. Suddenly, a crisp laugh broke the dull atmosphere, and my eyes turned to the source of laughter. It turned out to be a little girl about four or five years old, with wheat-colored skin and a small curly hair. When I looked at her, my eyes almost cracked with laughter, and my mouth hardened, regardless of my front teeth.

I don't know what pleasure she heard. She laughed her head off, and all the people in the car were also driven to laugh with her. Is there any sound? The anger in the car was instantly heated. I looked at her round little face, and my mood became cheerful and my heart was warm. She sat diagonally opposite to me, looking out of the window alone, singing and laughing happily, repeating the little story to her father, and then they laughed together.

After a few stops, followed by a few people, came up a few uncles who looked like migrant workers, carrying miscellaneous things, as if they had just finished eating. The little girl watched them until she sat down. "These uncles are so hard," she told her father quietly. When waiting for the red light, she ran to sit next to the migrant workers, then patted them and said, "Uncle, uncle, I will learn from Shenyang for you." As she said this, she just joked intermittently. The sound of tender little milk made everyone laugh. They laughed loudly. I don't know which dialect they have been using to say "the doll is good, the doll is really powerful."

My heart is warm and bright in an instant, like the warmth of a warm sun. The haze of the past month has completely dissipated. I will embrace this lively and free life without discrimination! There is no discrimination in life, and children are as pure as a blank sheet of paper. As I grow up, I obviously feel that I am about to integrate into the real society. We seldom hear heartfelt laughter like this again, and we don't express our feelings so truly. Sincerity and cheerfulness are exactly the qualities we lack. I really hope this little girl can always keep such a beautiful heart.

When I got off the bus, I was still immersed in the beautiful picture just now It's a pity that I didn't see warm sunshine this winter, but it seems that warm sunshine is enough to fill this regret.

Winter in the south of China is not as bleak as that in the north, but it also makes colorful flowers and trees show signs of withering.

Here is a corner of the city, the figure of life seems to be ignored, or there are people breathing in the alleys in winter, or lonely scenery, or maybe people are wrapped in thick clothes, but they have never seen the swaying sunshine and morning light. In dry winter, only the wind blows violently.

At first, when I was confused in my study, when I couldn't find the direction, I was depressed again and again. My mood is like a biting winter outside the window. I clearly had 1000 reasons to tell myself to work hard, and finally I lost. I took the math exam again, and I decided it was the last straw to crush me.

Sure enough, as I expected, the horrible results on the report card reflected my bleak face. At that time, I was really tired. The experience of failing or giving up halfway before is in front of me, just like building a high mountain in front of the land where I am sitting, which makes me flinch and daunting!

It was when I was depressed and looked at the bright red fork on the test paper that I took a self-study class. Hearing the bell, I sighed in my heart, but I was still sad. I turned to pack my bags. I glanced out of the window and seemed to fly over several rows of birds. I can vaguely see their figures going through the clouds. In the white sky, those small black spots are particularly clear. I stood up, threw my schoolbag behind me, and was about to go home, but I saw my classmates in the back seat looking at me, looking embarrassed. I cleaned up my mood.

Asked faintly: "What's the matter?" She was a little timid and seemed to notice my bad mood. "What's on your mind recently? I think you seem to be absent-minded recently. What's wrong? " I used to be a friend I could talk to on weekdays. With my gloomy mood and desire to talk, I no longer avoided talking about the boredom of these days and bluntly said, "I really don't want to work hard anymore."

However, I saw her little face suddenly serious. "If you don't work hard now, you won't regret it later? In any case, whether you are incompetent or for other reasons, won't you feel sorry if you don't do your best in one thing, just stretch your feet to explore the depth of a pool of water, and then shrink back because of the cold thorns and bones of the water? On the other side of the water, there will be scenery you have never seen before. It's better to at least try than to sit still! " She seemed a little excited after talking for a long time.

The boy next to him suddenly said, "How do you know if it will turn if you don't try?" The back seat also smiled: "Yes, yes, how do you know if you will turn over or stick to the pot without trying?" At that moment, I suddenly felt suddenly enlightened, as if the haze accumulated in the past few days had been swept away, and I finally knew what I lacked, which was an in-depth attempt and persistence.

The next day at school, on the stairs, I walked step by step. The moment I went upstairs, the morning light came into view. Suddenly, the beauty of the world seemed to be in front of me.

No mountain can keep its promise and stay green forever, no river can be young forever, and no ray of sunshine can keep the four seasons bright ... but during that time, the sun in my heart has been emitting soft and warm sunshine for a long time.

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Sunlight through the night

It's almost ten o'clock and my homework is almost finished. He rubbed his sore neck and numb arm and stretched himself. "I'm so tired!" I said to myself. At this time, the door opened quietly, and I knew it was my mother again, as if there was a spiritual agreement. Whenever I am most tired, my mother always comes as scheduled. Mother came in gently with a steaming cup of oats in her hand. "Boy, you're tired, drink while it's hot ..." Stretched out his hand and took the cup, a warm current came to my mind, and the overflowing fragrance instantly dispersed my whole body. Look up at mom. Time has mercilessly carved marks on her face, and her mother's sideburns are faintly gray. But what remains unchanged is the love overflowing from her eyes, which is so warm and serene, just like the cool breeze blowing suddenly in a hot summer, which makes me feel comfortable all over, and my fatigue seems to run to the outside of the cloud nine at once.

"Silly boy, what are you doing there?" Mother's kind voice rang softly in my ear. I just came to my senses and looked back at my mother's eyes. I suddenly discovered the secret of making cereal: love, sincerity and heart. I held this cup of cereal carefully prepared by my mother tightly in my hand, as if holding a warm maternal love like sunshine in my arms ... This love crossed the night, dispelled the cold wind in the middle of the night and warmed my heart.

Dispel the gloomy sunshine

After the mid-term exam, looking at the bright red scores on the test paper, my heart seemed to fall into the abyss, and the sense of loss came to me like a flood. I don't know how to face my father's expectant eyes when I think of his ardent expectations and his inculcation. Walking on the way home, my heart has been gloomy, just like the fading sky.

After dinner, my father came to my room and asked me with concern about the exam. I hesitated to take out the paper and handed it to my father. When the score caught my father's eye, I saw his face darken slowly. He scanned the paper from beginning to end, and after a long time, he slowly said to me, "son, it's not dad who is harsh." There are many problems on it. Are you really incapable of doing it? " Dad's family conditions are not good, and now he can't make a living in the rain without Feng. You have a good study environment now, so why don't you work harder? "Listen to the father's meaningful words, my tears unwillingly flow down. Looking up at his father, his eyes became more dignified. Suddenly I felt that my father's eyes were a ray of warm sunshine, which dispelled the haze in my heart and bathed my heart in dazzling brilliance.

The family danced in the early morning sunshine, and my heart danced into a faint white cloud, elegant and quiet, stretching freely. Suddenly I found that the sky was blue and the wind was light. ...

Warm sun excellent composition 7 Qingwa old alley, a cup of tea, that touch of warm sun poured down from my hair, and I wandered around the book unscrupulously.

Books are the ladder of human progress. When I know this sentence, I have been sitting on the machine of time, from ignorant childhood to lush years. But what has never changed is that books are still my good friends.

Looking back on my childhood, I can't help but break into the fairy tale world, and my eyes are shining with ignorance. Snow White's adventure, the mermaid's tragic courtship, the ugly duckling's metamorphosis experience, and the ending in fairy tales always make me yearn for it.

I woke up from a dream. I waved goodbye to yesterday's fairy tale. Is that Paul? Cochakin's iron will, Verne's endless exploration of the seabed, and Aletha's miserable childhood. I began to think about dreams and reality, but the sun is still dazzling, and I still love reading. I will look for the warm sun from that black and white story. When I am upset, I prefer to step on the heart bridge built by the author with words and reach spiritual communication with the author. It is undeniable that the release and relief of mood will follow.

If it is a book or a forest, I would like to be a big tree that nobody cares about; If the book is an eagle, I would like to be its feather; If books are the epitome of time, I would like to be the past he looks back on. Stroking the book, savoring the rich connotation of the article, flowing sentences, and colorful artistic conception of yuhua district fascinated me more. I was intoxicated by the refreshing light book fragrance, and I didn't have time to appreciate it. New beauty came to us.

Reading is a pleasure. When I study, I feel like the dew after a long drought, which will make me feel relaxed and happy. Knowledge also needs metabolism. Every time I finish reading a book, the rich and colorful content and knowledge in it will be screened in wisdom. Whenever I see newer and more scientific content, I will delete the content of the previous book and instill new knowledge. Reading American literature is like drinking. The more wine is brewed, the purer it is; Wen, the longer the better. Sadness hangs over me, but my heart is fixed on the agreement with the book, reading the script in the book, or leaning against the window alone in the evening. The helpless choice of "blowing the wind and clearing the pool" and "hanging the southeast branch", and the firm feeling of "one day I will ride the wind and break the waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea". In this way, day after day, year after year, I walk in the book, and difficult words are no longer a stumbling block to reading.

I love exploring, I just want to walk endlessly in the book, looking for unknown answers. Books are like wonderful flowers in the poetry garden, let us forge ahead and work hard; A book is like a vast universe, let curious people explore its mystery. I heartily absorbed the "nutrition" in the book. Books are my indispensable nutrient solution, and she raised me to "never tire of reading". I am willing to walk away in the direction of knowledge, with my ignorance. ...

Extensive gossip, happy day and night. Time flies, the glory of the sunset is that my room is covered with warm yellow, the flower bed is plated with Phnom Penh, and the birds fly in the direction of returning. The setting sun is like blood, intertwined with clouds, and the sunshine in the book is still so clear.

Close your eyes, you are still the warm sun in my life, and books warm my heart.

It was the middle of winter, the earth was cold, and the biting cold wind blew on my face like a knife. I walked down the street in frustration, alone, feeling that life had lost its color. I don't know if I can still see the sunshine in that winter.

I still have that horrible test paper in my mind, and the bright red figures are vivid. The teacher's eyes, classmates' ridicule and parents' scolding made me disheartened. I don't want to talk or face anyone. I just want to make a cocoon like a silkworm baby, seal myself up and fall asleep quietly without a trace of emotion.

Just then, a wonderful song came from across the street. I stood on tiptoe and looked across the street. Not far away, a group of people are watching. I couldn't restrain my curiosity and walked towards the crowd. I finally squeezed into the innermost circle of the crowd. I was shocked. It turns out that a disabled person is making money by performing arts. She is in rags, and her white clothes have been patched a lot. Her skin is dark and her hair is covered with a thick layer of oil, which gives off a faint smell. She probably hasn't bathed for a long time. She curled up on an abandoned skateboard, with her left foot on tiptoe and her right foot tube empty, which made people feel pity. There are two children standing beside her, five or six years old. They are sallow and emaciated, and their sunken eyes seem to be telling something. The woman's singing is like a bird singing in a branch, and it is melodious like nature, which makes people full of praise and I am deeply intoxicated. After singing a song, people gradually dispersed. There were only two or three coins in the bowl in front of her. She straightened up with difficulty and bowed to everyone who gave alms. Suddenly, my nose is sore.

I walked slowly to her side and asked softly, "What's the matter with you?" She turned to look at me in surprise, and then smiled and told her past. It turned out that her husband died in an accident and her right leg was lost in that accident. She came to the big city alone with her two young children and made a living by singing and busking. As she spoke, her eyes filled with tears and she looked at the sky with longing eyes: "I won't give up the idea of continuing to live, rain or shine, I will sing here, and I have two children who need my care. Although I am disabled and unable to move, I must hold up a sky for them. The sun will always come out, and it will melt the hard ice in winter. I believe that as long as my heart is full of hope, tomorrow. After listening to her words, my eyes filled with tears.

Suddenly I feel that she is the sun that brings warmth to people in winter. She went through the dark, spent the cold winter, overcame all difficulties and obstacles, and finally rendered the glory of the world. Through the thick cotton-padded clothes, the sun shines on my heart, making me feel warm and fearless of the cold in winter. The cold wind continued to roar, but the pace of progress became more and more solid. I know that it is the warm sunshine in winter that illuminates my way forward. She made me say goodbye to the sadness of last night, unloaded my fatigue, and set foot on the road home with the warmth of sunshine. I firmly believe that no matter how bad the situation is, as long as the sun does not set in my heart, life will be full of sunshine everywhere.

No mountain can keep the promise of eternal youth, and no river can shed eternal youth. The sun in my heart is not great and hot, but ordinary and warm, just like the sunshine that we love around us.

Winter in 20xx is particularly cold. It snowed again and again. Before the last snow melted, new snowflakes fell. Our final exam was also advanced because of the heavy snow, and the next closing ceremony was my most "tangled" moment. I am eager to see whether a semester's efforts can solve that complex, but I am a little worried!

Honor was announced and fell to the bottom. My heart is as cold as this winter, and my heart seems to be pierced by thousands of steel needles shining with cold light. I was full of hope that I could be rated as a "three good students" this time, and even asked my mother to prepare gifts in advance, but it backfired. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. When I came home from school that day, I sat in my room, trying to catch something to resist my inner pain. Mom says it doesn't matter if you fail. Try again next time. I told her with tears in my eyes that I had failed seven times from grade one to grade four, but her expression remained calm, as if I knew I would not be rated as the top three. Alas! Adults will never understand children's sadness.

Two days later, we drove back to grandpa's house for the New Year, and dad still parked the car on the road behind the house. Grandpa said that the Spring Festival is coming, and we should find a way to drive the car into the yard. Mom said forget it, because the alley turning into the yard is very narrow, and the car is easy to scratch. Last time, my father tried many times without success, and then my grandfather drove back and forth many times but couldn't drive the car into the yard. But this time, grandpa still picked up the car keys and walked towards the back door. He was defeated in the previous six games. Grandpa sat in the car and thought for a while, then got off and took a closer look at the yard. It was not until the seventh time that grandpa pulled the car to the kennel, so that there was a little more space on the right side of the car and the car would not scratch the wall. Finally, after a beautiful turn, the car stopped firmly in the yard. I found that the front and rear wheels of the car were parked at the same level. Grandpa is great!

When I got home, I couldn't help thinking that I wasn't rated as a "three good students" this time. It seems that I have no good news for my grandpa. Grandpa came over and stroked my head and said earnestly, "Grandpa has no culture, but I know that no one has to fail several times to succeed." What matters is what you think and how you do it. Don't give up if you fail! " Grandpa's words, like a red sun, are rising in Ran Ran Ran Ran in my heart, emitting warm light and sweeping away the haze! And my heart, which had been frozen for several days, finally began to melt bit by bit.

Because I dare not face failure, I froze myself and almost missed this warm and pleasant holiday; Because I didn't dare to face failure, I thought of giving up and forgot that the sunshine outside was warm as spring; Because I didn't dare to face failure, I alienated my family and didn't feel the most precious sunshine of love around me! I looked up, took my grandpa's calloused hand out of the house, looked at my parents in the yard and smiled.

On the road of life, no one stipulates that you will succeed after several failures, but failure is the mother of success. Without failure, how can there be success? Save the warmth of every moment, and there will be a warm sun in your heart if you accumulate more. The sun in my heart is not great and hot, but ordinary and warm, just like everyone around me who cares about me. There is sunshine of love around me, even if it snows outside, my heart will not feel cold, and success is certainly not far from me!