How to write a composition about one thing about people around you?

1. How to write a composition about something around you (the following composition line, 500 words, excellent grades)

She really moved me.

The rare downpour came crashing down, and a distant figure slowly disappeared into the rain curtain along the highway ... Those indelible memories and feelings flowed in my heart, making me feel warm.

The figure in the distance is my mother.

My mother is a very enlightened mother and my bosom friend. When other children's mothers forced their children to learn piano and English, my mother gave me enough time to form a good habit of reading; When other children are kept at home doing exercises, I "surf" on the computer network; While other children are cramming in various cram schools, I am enjoying beautiful music leisurely at home. I remember my father once told me that when I was in my mother's body, she vomited badly, but she forced herself to eat nutritious food for me to thrive. After I was born, in order to have enough milk to eat, my mother held her nose and drank several bowls of unsalted broth every day. When I grow up, I will go to kindergarten and school. She takes pains to send me to and from school and tells me interesting stories along the way. All these touched me deeply.

But what moved me most was the rainy day. The weather was bad that morning and it was raining cats and dogs. I was stuck at home when I was at school, and I was so anxious that I kept beating around the bush. My mother saw my troubles and smiled and comforted me: "Nothing, nothing, don't worry! I will take you to school! " After listening to my mother's words, I felt a little comforted and worried. Mom, can you take me there? Time flies, and it's time to start again in a blink of an eye. After my mother dressed me in "combat equipment", I rode my bike to the front of the battle. The charge sounded! My mother took me all the way to school, and finally got through a hurdle, but "equipment" didn't seem to play its due role. My mother and I were completely soaked, which was terrible. Seeing this scene, my mother quickly handed me the "luggage" and rushed into the rain. My heart was suddenly filled with discontent and resentment. How could my mother be so heartless and run away without a trace? Didn't he notice that I was soaked to the skin? One question mark after another in my heart, but I dare not slow down at my feet. The morning reading class is over, standing in the corridor of the teaching building, holding the railing, looking at the scenery outside, waiting …

Suddenly I heard someone calling my name. I quickly turned my head and saw it was my mother. Why did mom come? Didn't she ride away? My mother quickly took me to the head teacher's office and changed me into a brand-new and warm dress. At this time, I learned from my mother that she was in a hurry to go home and get clothes for me to change, and even forgot to tell me the reason. Oh! I suddenly realized that I was wrong about my mother. I quickly threw myself into my mother's arms. Ah! What happened? My mother's clothes are still wet. Take a closer look. This is really the suit she wore when she gave it to me this morning. How does she ... think about it? Two big tears rolled down my cheeks.

Although it passed safely, what happened later was unpredictable. Due to the continuous high temperature, I suffered from "acute tonsillitis", which worried my mother. She not only went to several big pharmacies to buy medicine for me, but also called her father who was a doctor abroad and begged for help. Seeing her busy figure, my tears flowed down again. ...

In fact, what moves people is in life. Whether they are great men or unknown ordinary people, their every move can touch people's hearts. That's what mom does. Although she is ordinary, she has brought me infinite touch. ...

2. Write a story about a person around me. Write a 600-word composition about a person I like.

New Year's Day afternoon 1 point, holding a "gift" to the teacher to pay a New Year call.

As soon as I entered the teacher's house, I felt that the atmosphere here was completely different from other places. No children set off firecrackers and no guests laughed. It's really quiet

"Elder sister, are you here to give my mother a gift?" Lovely little Mao Mao asked me gently. "Yes, is your mother at home?" After listening to my question, Mao Mao Jr. leaned over my ear and quietly told me, "Mom is in the back room. You go in quietly and come at last. My father took my brother out to play and left me at home to stand guard for my mother. If an adult comes to visit, I will take her to my mother's house. " I quickly gave a thumbs-up and praised this little "sentry".

When I entered the back room, I saw the teacher correcting Liu Ming's composition. There are five or six students sitting on the sofa next to them, waiting like a doctor. I walked up to the teacher and said, "Teacher, on behalf of our whole family, I will pay a New Year call to you next year." Hearing this, the teacher looked up and said with a smile, "Thank you. However, did you bring the' gift' for the New Year? " As soon as I heard this, I quickly took my composition book in my hand. The teacher nodded with satisfaction and pointed with his hand and said, "OK, OK, you sit there first and come one by one." Wang Xiaohong handfuls of me to sit beside her, and the rest of the students are like deaf-mutes, gesturing at me, indicating the intimacy that I haven't seen for many days.

I sat there and looked at the teacher involuntarily. She is of medium height and a little fat, and her eyes are always so bright. Perhaps because of overwork, she has more silver threads in her yellow hair. Look at the bedding on the teacher's bed again. I haven't had time to disassemble and wash it in the New Year. The paper ceiling has turned yellow, and no new white paper has been put up for the New Year. The new clothes made for Mao Mao Jr. were just halfway done and put on the open sewing machine; Two tickets for the Spring Festival party in the Great Hall of the People are still completely pressed under the glass plate of the coffee table; The lunch at noon was placed on the table next to the teacher, and it was already cold ... Seeing all this, I think we really don't understand. Every day, students come to disturb the teacher. The best thing is ... I was thinking, and suddenly, the teacher's hearty laughter interrupted my train of thought. The teacher said excitedly, "Liu Ming, your composition is really good." It seems that your holiday life is very rich and your writing level has improved. "After the teacher finished, I couldn't help asking," Teacher, haven't you had lunch yet? ""The' gift' you sent is so good that it smells much better than the food I cooked! " The teacher said humorously. What the teacher said made us all laugh.

Then I thought: Teacher, you are working silently in your ordinary post. Although I can't hear your name on the radio or see your photo in the newspaper, I like you, your funny words and your beautiful heart.

3. How to teach students to write a composition about a familiar person around them? There are many familiar people around me, and my mother is my most familiar person.

I can't. My mother taught me. My mother took care of me when I was sick, and she was also willing to help others. One morning, it was raining cats and dogs outside My mother and I each took an umbrella and went shopping in the supermarket.

Shortly after we got out of the building, my mother and I were wet by the rain. At this time, an aunt came across the street. Suddenly, the aunt stopped and her shoelaces opened.

Aunt looked around, there was no shelter next to her, and she looked at her shoelaces awkwardly. At this time, my mother went over and asked, "Do you need any help?" Aunt nodded her head.

So my mother helped my aunt open an umbrella and my aunt bent down to tie her shoelaces. Aunt smiled and said, "Thank you, goodbye."

My mother also smiled and said, "You're welcome. Goodbye. " I think I must help people who are in trouble like my mother, whether familiar or unfamiliar.

4. Ask a person I admire to write a composition (people around me, write one thing, write a note) 500 people I admire most.

People often say: "teachers are like hardworking gardeners, cultivating the flowers of the motherland;" Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others; Teachers are like a clear spring, injecting the dew of knowledge into children's hearts; Teachers are like ... "But I think our head teacher, Miss Zhou, is more like a book, a colorful book. That's why I admire her.

In class, Miss Zhou is an encyclopedia that we read and browse. She leads us to swim in the ocean of knowledge and find the right answer. Look! Miss Zhou has chalk in her hand and her mouth is full of words! She regards knowledge as a sweet spring and pours it into our thirsty hearts. Some students ask questions that they don't understand in class, and Teacher Zhou always takes pains to explain and explain them to us. As the students solved the mystery one by one, Mr. Zhou's position in the eyes of the students rose to a higher level.

During the break, Miss Zhou was reading a joke book. She plays with her classmates and tells jokes. Once, the teacher told a joke about punctuation. She said: "A leader asked a secretary to write a manuscript, which contained a sentence that' cadres who have obtained diplomas and cadres who have not yet obtained diplomas should study hard'. As a result, he read that "monks who have obtained diplomas and cadres who have not obtained diplomas should study hard" and criticized: "Even monks have obtained diplomas, but cadres have not. It is really necessary to study hard. "A joke made us laugh our heads off with joy, and sweet laughter echoed in the campus for a long time. Teacher Zhou tells jokes about punctuation, not only to make us have fun, but also to let us know the usage of punctuation. Because of this joke, the students have a further understanding and understanding of punctuation.

In the composition class, Miss Zhou is like a complete composition book. She let me know that composition comes from life and is higher than life. In composition class, Miss Zhou always teaches us to write carefully and patiently. She found a lot of composition books, read them to us, or downloaded them online for us to enjoy. Teacher Zhou said, "It's like reading a mountain, and I don't like peace." Every time she writes a composition, she carefully corrects and writes comments for us. It is precisely because of teacher Zhou's seriousness that students' compositions have made a qualitative leap.

In fact, Mr. Zhou is more like an ideological and moral book. She often teaches us: "To help others be happy, be diligent and studious, and have a tolerant heart. Don't do things to get praise from others, but do everything for yourself and for the convenience of others. Tolerance is an indispensable thing for human beings. " As the saying goes: "The ocean is the widest in the world, the sky is more open than the ocean, and the human mind is more open than the sky." The book "Ideology and Morality" has taught us a lot.

Teacher Zhou is a "universal book". Whether it is a composition book, an ideological and moral book or an encyclopedia. . Teacher Zhou knows everything. It is precisely because the teacher is a "universal book" that I admire her from the bottom of my heart.

5. About writing a composition about something around you, and writing a composition about a cleaner. Cleaners can be seen everywhere. In the streets, communities, shops ... spring, summer, autumn and winter, they work silently, whether it is windy or rainy, whether it is cold or hot. There are many people who look down on them, and I used to be one of them, but in one incident, I knew I was wrong.

On that day, our family planned to travel by train. In the waiting room, I looked around bored and scanned the people around me with my eyes. At this time, a cleaner came over, and I wearily raised my legs to let him sweep the floor. The broom touches my foot from time to time. I glanced at him. He is wearing a black coat and a yellow vest. He is dirty, and his big black hands are busy with the broom. Behind him is a clean floor, and under his broom is a pile of rubbish. What's that black thing? This is a wallet. Yes, it's a black wallet. To my great surprise, he clumsily picked up his wallet with his hands crossed, looked around, stood up with difficulty, held a broom in one hand and a wallet in the other, and shouted, "Whose wallet? Who lost his wallet? " People waiting for the bus looked at him with uninformed eyes, and no one answered. The cleaner seemed a little depressed and turned and limped away. He is black, thin and a little disabled. Looking at his back, I was thinking: he won't take his wallet for himself, will he?

Many days later, I forgot about it long ago, but he appeared on TV. Yes, it is a cleaner. It turned out that he had given his wallet to the guard room. There are 20 thousand yuan in cash in the wallet, as well as some other documents and bank cards. The owner came to Changzhou on business from other places and accidentally lost his wallet, so he was anxious to find it everywhere. He was deeply moved by the cleaner's money. The reporter interviewed him. His family's economy is very poor, his wife is ill in bed and he has a young son. He is the only one supporting the whole family. This 20 thousand yuan is a huge sum of money for this family! The cleaner looked at the camera with a silly smile on his dark face. "I can't take other people's money. I have to earn money by my own labor. " This simple sentence made me feel ashamed of my original idea.

Looking at the weather-beaten face of the cleaner on TV, I have a strange throb in my heart.

6. Ask for an article about people or things around me. I was forced to leave my mother's stomach in September of Gregorian calendar 17, on the morning of the eighth day of the eighth lunar month 10: 28, and came to a strange world, so I burst into tears. However, when I opened my eyes, smiling faces looked at me, so I fell in love with the world again.

In the Spring Festival of 2000, I started my first long-distance trip. My grandmother and I went to Wanyuan city in the northernmost part of Sichuan by train. At that time, I was fat for nothing, especially like my sister, so people who didn't know me thought I was the second child of my father's family!

Time always flies. Return to Chengdu after half a year. As the saying goes, "seven sitting, eight climbing and nine teething". In a blink of an eye, I am almost 1 year old and have no teeth, which makes my mother very anxious. She took me to Huaxi, signed up as an expert, and saw what was wrong. But in front of an old doctor, I kept my mouth shut (I don't know why I was so stubborn at that time). The doctor had no choice but to say, "It will definitely grow out. Go home and wait! " Spending money is really effective. The next day, my mother really saw my snow-white millet teeth emerge from the pink gums. This may be a surprise for my relatives!

When I was two and a half years old, I walked into the kindergarten. In the first week, the whole class was crying except me. So the teacher likes me very much. But the next week, I began to cry with everyone. When I got home, my voice was hoarse, but I still said to my mother, "I just didn't cry!" " "Later. I play with my friends. Because I am friendly, I have many good friends.

I am a person with my own ideas. I once admired astronaut Yang Liwei, so I once wanted to change my name to Ren Yuhang. I know that being an astronaut requires knowledge, so I look forward to going to primary school early. Especially the National Day visit to Tsinghua, Peking University, is thirsty for knowledge. My mother specially invited an English teacher to train me. So far, my certificate of winning the first prize in the Sichuan English Competition is still posted in the window of the kindergarten!

After entering primary school, I am as naughty as ever. So, just a few days after school started, I fell on the stormy playground, "gloriously wounded." After this small turning point, I began to study hard and achieved double excellent results. With the help of my father, I also set up a blog "All ears", published hundreds of blog posts online, and shared the ups and downs of my growth with many "ears". I also slowly fell in love with writing. What makes me proud is that several papers are paid after publication. This reward is very meaningful. I donated it to a hardworking but poor sister who lives in Guangyuan.

Speaking of Guangyuan, I really have a fate with it. My seventh birthday was spent in Guangyuan, my aunt reporter, uncle photographer, and teachers and classmates of Zhao Hua Primary School in Guangyuan. It turned out that in order to let me know more about society, my parents sent me to participate in the "Inspirational Activities for Urban and Rural Children Exchange" organized by Chengdu Business Daily. There are seven students going, and I am the youngest. There, I saw both the beautiful rural scenery and the extremely simple primary school campus; Not only experienced the fresh and interesting farm life, but also experienced the hard life of poverty and backwardness; I not only gained simple and sincere friendship, but also gained my family's thoughts about me. In just 7 days, I feel that I have really grown up a lot.

Now my life is colorful and tense! I like assembling robots, playing "soccer" organized by newspapers, playing Go, learning Olympic Mathematics and reading Chinese classics. The greatest happiness and enjoyment is to read Jin Yong's martial arts novels and comic books about the romance of the Three Kingdoms. See "Lecture Room", Wang Liqun read history, Yi Zhongtian tasted the Three Kingdoms, and Ceng Shiqiang commented on Hu Xueyan; I especially like to create grand ancient war pictures!

Little me, came to this world. I want to study happily and be my best. I want to live optimistically and bring more surprises to the world!

7. How to write the composition "Things around us" in Grade One? Look at people and things around you. I love laughing, but I often laugh at a distance. It may be the temperature, but it's far away! Sometimes, I don't even know myself. The world loves me, but am I capable of loving the world?

Maybe everything about yourself is too natural! What I have comes too easily, and what I don't have has no desire to pursue. I have always been an ordinary person, longing for an ordinary life! Maybe the smooth life has made me lose a perceptual heart, which I didn't expect. I always want to feel the smallest happiness in life. After all, people's happiness is linked by trivial smile perception in life. If a person has no perception, how can he talk about happiness?

8. Write a composition describing the people around you. You can refer to (extract) the following articles:

Ordinary people around me

Speaking of the ordinary, its light is always dim, which reminds us of some little people around us. They are not famous celebrities and great men; They are not stars on the red carpet; They are not the most important people in the media. However, they are doing some great things silently, ordinary and great. Speaking of which, are there ripples in your mind? Busy workers walking back and forth in the street in the morning, middle-aged workers rushing around for our environment with brooms, and cleaners working day and night.

I also have a cleaner with me. In the eyes of others, she is very light, as light as an ant on the ground. She won't be noticed. Maybe when people pass by, they don't look at her and always point at her. She paid, paid her precious time. She did it, and she worked hard, but what she got was not admiring eyes, but unreasonable abuse and contempt.

I remember my sister and I went out for a run early in the morning. It's not completely bright yet, and it's foggy in the distance, so it's difficult to see the road ahead clearly. It's winter now, so it's not surprising that there is fog. I couldn't help shivering and jogging with my sister. At the destination, you can see a cleaning aunt cleaning up the garbage on foot in the distance. Her body trembled slightly in the fog, a few drops of dew were still stuck on her blue overalls, and several wrinkles climbed up her old face. Every place she has been is spotless. But she was still sweeping the street in such a cold morning. I stopped and sighed. This disappointing tear is spinning in my eyes. Shouldn't people sleep comfortably in a warm bed in such a cold day? But the person in front of me, she didn't, she thought for us, she did it for us, and she wanted us to grow up happily in a clean environment. I gave up my interest without any regrets and worked silently. I didn't turn around and go home until she disappeared at the end of the intersection.

She is ordinary, her work is ordinary, but her deeds are great, her personality is noble, she thinks for others, she does for others, and the cleaner has her great and extraordinary deeds!

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