Write a composition with gold as the title

1. Write an essay with the title of Golden Memory

Golden Memory Essayj******| 400 words| 2013-10-15 23:30[Golden Memory composition] Childhood is like a beautiful beach, and the beautiful past is like the shell on the beach. I gently picked up the shining golden shell on the beach, and quietly looked at the golden color in the shell. The beautiful past, golden memory composition.

——Inscription My childhood was happy. Because I was too naive when I was young, I often made jokes and added some fun to my family. Look! I'm making a joke again! Making Steamed Eggs by Myself When I was in fifth grade, I was only 8 years old. I was inspired by watching the "Genius Bang Bang" program on TV. I decided to make a bowl of steamed eggs for my mother. I mixed Put the good eggs into the pot and steam them. After 10 minutes, I took the eggs out with a rag. I imagined that the custard should be yellow, but it was a little bit black! I didn't know what was going on, so I woke my mother up. Composition for sixth grade primary school "Golden Memory Composition".

My mother tasted the eggs I made and kept saying they were delicious. In fact, she swallowed them with some reluctance. When I tasted it, wow! It was neither sweet nor salty, but rather mushy. I swallowed it hard, what a delicious taste! How uncomfortable! Mom, on the other hand, kept laughing.

Childhood is beautiful, childhood is unforgettable, childhood is happy, my childhood has golden memories, like shining shells on the beach. A 350-word essay on golden memory. What grade are you in? . 2. Write an essay with the title of Golden Memory

Golden Memory Essayj******| 400 words| 2013-10-15 23:30[Golden Memory Essay]

Childhood is like a beautiful beach, and the beautiful past is like the shells on the beach. I gently picked up the golden shells on the beach and quietly Looking at the golden beautiful past in the shell, the golden memory composition. ——Inscription My childhood was happy. Because I was too naive when I was young, I often made jokes and added some fun to my family. Look! I'm making a joke again! Making Steamed Eggs by Myself When I was in fifth grade, I was only 8 years old. I was inspired by watching the "Genius Bang Bang" program on TV. I decided to make a bowl of steamed eggs for my mother. I mixed Put the good eggs into the pot and steam them. After 10 minutes, I took the eggs out with a rag. I imagined that the custard should be yellow, but it was a little bit black! I didn't know what was going on, so I woke my mother up. Composition for sixth grade primary school "Golden Memory Composition". My mother tasted the eggs I made and kept saying they were delicious. In fact, she swallowed them with some reluctance. When I tasted it, wow! It was neither sweet nor salty, but rather mushy. I swallowed it hard, what a delicious taste! How uncomfortable! Mom, on the other hand, kept laughing. Childhood is beautiful, childhood is unforgettable, childhood is happy, my childhood has golden memories, like shining shells on the beach. Golden Memory Composition 350 words

What grade are you in? 3. Write an essay of about 600 words on the topic of gold

Sitting on the long-distance bus to my hometown, I was bored and thinking about how to spend the rest of my time. Suddenly, a touch of The mature golden color came into view, and I couldn't help shouting happily: It's wheat! … …

I remember last year, I was on vacation in my hometown. It was the season when wheat was ripe, and everyone in the family was busy harvesting wheat, so naturally there was no time to cook. So, grandma had already steamed a pot of steamed buns. I was very dissatisfied with eating steamed buns at every meal, always complaining, and eventually even threw away the unfinished steamed buns. My mother angrily threw me a sickle and yelled: "You have only been in the city for a few days, but you have already developed the temper of a young lady. Aren't you able to recite "Who knows how hard it is to plate a Chinese meal" at a very young age?" I'll let you experience it again today!" Grandpa quickly stopped him. I echoed the sentiment.

My mother became even more angry: "Go, you won't be able to go home until you can cut off a piece of land!" It was my mother's fate to obey, so I reluctantly picked up the sickle and went out with my grandfather.

It was the fifth month of the lunar calendar. It was extremely hot and there was no wind. I felt like I was in a melting pot, and I was sweating even before I started working. The grass was no longer as vibrant as before, and its head drooped dejectedly. As the saying goes: "It takes a while for the wheat to ripen." That sentence really came true today. Only Maizi can hold his head high in this horrible weather! Look at the wheat field, the wheat stands neatly in a line, looking heroic. Seeing that grandpa had already started cutting, I cheered up and picked up the sickle. 4. Write a 600-word composition titled "My Golden Years"

Golden Years The colorful childhood was once possessed in a hazy state, and then passed away in a hazy state. What we usher in is the golden morning light. In this rising sun, the light of youth will shine.

I have stood on the top of a mountain several times, facing the whistling mountain wind, and looking at the picturesque years from afar. I long to own it and enjoy it; I long even more to thrive in its sunshine and rain and leave deep footprints on the golden road. Closer, closer, I gradually walked into its golden color and its happiness.

Ah! The golden sky, the golden earth, the golden sunshine shines on the golden me and you.

In the golden years, you are that graceful girl, so charming; you are the blooming flowers, exuding bursts of refreshing fragrance. You always love to weave Feifei's dreams and imagine the vibrant morning light. Holding a bamboo pen to welcome the rising red sun. Your deeply intoxicating melody makes people feel as if they are bathed in a golden dream. You are a trickling stream in the empty valley, gurgling in the heart, arousing a colorful and blurred note.

However, I am happy to discover that you are the most brilliant movement in the melody of life. Your jumping notes will tell touching stories. You burn in the golden light, bursting out the energy of youth, you shine in the golden light, reflecting the course of the future.

In your golden years, in your golden light, I seem to see Lu Xun in Sendai, in order to awaken the spirit of the people of the motherland, he abandoned his studies and studied literature, letting his youth light up the dawn of the motherland; in your In the golden light, I seemed to hear how many heroic young men shouted exciting slogans for the victory of the motherland on the smoke-filled battlefield; in your golden journey, I heard Premier Zhou's words of "Reading for the Rise of China" Voice of my heart; in your golden journey, I saw the spirit of Laining shining in the bonfire, writing moving music with the spectrum of life; in your golden journey, I smelled a fragrance, in the hazy morning light , the son of model worker Shi Chuanxiang is walking through countless streets and alleys carrying this fragrance. Use your golden years to contribute to the motherland in obscurity. Over the years, countless flowers have exuded their fragrance for the golden years of our motherland in their blooming seasons.

Life is a short path of struggle, and the golden years are fleeting like meteors. Life is like a drizzle without regrets. Let the strong voice of the golden years, accompanied by our vigorous steps, turn into the high-spirited melody of the wise, and sing the immortal song of "Victory of the Motherland" at once. The world will always feel the glory of the melody of the golden years.

In front of my eyes, little golden lights appeared, gradually converging on a golden avenue, stretching towards the golden future of the motherland.

Ah! Golden years. 5. Write an essay (400 words) on the theme of golden autumn

In the field, the rice is ripe, and a golden color, light yellow, golden yellow, deep yellow is all over the field, far and near , deep and shallow.

A gust of autumn wind blew by, and the rice waves rolled one after another, creating layers of golden ripples. Nearby, the farmer uncles were rushing to harvest. Behind them, bundles of rice ears were neatly arranged in piles. Sweat oozed from their bronze-colored skin, but their faces still had the same look of the past. A smile as bright as the sun.

Look, in the cornfield, each corn is like a naughty child. They take off their coats, revealing rows of neat teeth. One by one, they are scrambling to stick out their little heads to have a glimpse of nature. In the autumn scenery, everyone is comparing themselves to who is bigger and whose body is stronger. Although the farmer uncle was sweating profusely, he still looked at the lovely corn and smiled happily.

On one side of the field, there is a crystal clear Xiaohe. The reeds are reflected in the river, making the river look clearer; the sky is reflected in the river, looking bluer; the white clouds are reflected in the river. , appears whiter. The autumn wind blew, and a few yellow leaves fell into the water. Small fish swam up and used them as sun umbrellas.

After the farmer uncle finished his work, he always came to the river to wash his face and relieve the fatigue of the day. Children often come here to play games, hide and seek, eagles catching chickens, rubber band jumping... In spring, everything revives, in summer, the weather is hot, in autumn, the fruits are fragrant, and in winter, heavy snow falls.

Each of the four seasons has its own characteristics, but I still like autumn and the fields in autumn the most. Miss Qiu used her colorful paintbrush to dye the green fields into golden yellow. Looking from a distance, the fields seemed to be covered with a golden carpet.

My friends and I put the paper boats we folded by hand into the river one by one. The river carries our hopes and sends them to the distance. Watching the boat sailing forward steadily on the river, we screamed and shouted happily, how brilliant the screams and shouts were! Ah, I love autumn, and I love autumn fields even more.

I love the splendor of autumn fields; I love the unique vitality of autumn fields; I love the abundant harvests and boundless hope of autumn fields. The fields in autumn are so beautiful! People praise spring for its colorful colors and blooming flowers, but I love autumn even more for its abundant fruits and clear sky.

Autumn is more prosperous than spring; autumn is more colorful than spring. On Sunday, I went to the fields outside to look for signs of autumn.

The sky is like a sapphire covering the earth, and the sun is like a pearl inlaid on it, emitting soft light. The poplar trees lined up neatly on both sides of the road have taken off their summer clothes and put on their autumn clothes. The green leaves are mixed with yellow leaves.

A gust of autumn wind blew by, and the yellow leaves swirled down from the branches, like yellow butterflies dancing in the air. Several wild chrysanthemums beside the tree are in bloom, swaying in the autumn wind, like a row of fairies dancing, adding a lot of color to autumn.

On both sides of the road are endless rice fields. In the fields, the golden rice grains are full and heavy, exuding an intoxicating fragrance, rolling in golden waves, pushing into the endless distance, like brilliant clouds shaking down the fields.

The yellow millet is so heavy that the ears can’t stand straight up, but it still shakes vigorously, as if singing a hymn to the harvest fields. From a distance, the entire rice field looks like a carpet covered with gold.

In the fields, farmers were busy harvesting rice, and their cheerful laughter could be heard from time to time. Near the rice field, there is a small field covered with tall corns.

They were in high spirits, whispering to each other in the passing autumn wind, as if they were quietly conveying the message of harvest. The crystal clear dewdrops on the leaves suddenly penetrated into the soil, in order to moisten the fertile earth under their feet and contribute to the harvest.

The small river beside the field is crystal clear, but the water has become cold. There are a few yellow leaves floating on the water, like a few small boats carrying a few small ants down the river.

In the middle of the river, there is a group of fat white geese flapping their snow-white wings, playing on the water, splashing beautiful water splashes. The borders of the rice fields are continuous mountains.

The color of the mountain is already a little yellow. The wild grasses on the mountains use their remaining green to set off the golden autumn.

lt;. 6. Write an 800-word essay on the theme of "Golden Years"

Only when you step onto the stage of life in junior high school can you truly begin to understand the true meaning of life.

Spring is the most colorful season of the year; in a person's life, there is even more dazzling spring, that is, the golden years. The golden years are so brilliant and brilliant - intoxicating; they are so colorful - fascinating.

Interesting "Birthday Party"

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..." The birthday party is held once every semester in our class. This time, classmate Haihui and I co-hosted the event. When we stepped onto the podium, the students all applauded warmly. We first paid tribute to the teachers and classmates, and then said to the birthday classmates: "Happy Birthday," and those birthday classmates had to pour out their hearts to everyone. Next, the students performed the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea - each showing their magical powers and presenting their most authentic and beautiful birthday gifts to the birthday students - each of the wonderful performances by Xiao Hai made us laugh. , classmate Zhu Zhe's "The Glorious Years" made us even more intoxicated. At this time, Shuangxi walked onto the stage, and he said slowly: "Classmates, I will give you a few IQ questions to test you. Immediately, he asked: "When is the best time to pick apples?" "As soon as he finished speaking, the students started talking about it. Some said it was best to pick it in the autumn; some said it was best to pick the apples when they were ripe, and some said it was best to pick them when there was no one around. Pick it when you want to eat it. However, these answers made Shuangxi shake his head. Suddenly I had a sudden idea and said loudly: "It's best to pick apples when you want to eat them." "Just after finishing speaking, Shuangxi nodded with satisfaction. Everyone suddenly understood and laughed knowingly...

Thoughts after frustration

The results of the exam are out, I passed the exam I was completely defeated. Facing the test papers with many marks, I could only let tears flow from the bottom of my heart, and my mind went blank. The laughter and laughter of the past had long disappeared when I looked at the faces of the students who had done well in the exam. It’s so sweet, and the teacher’s face is so tense, and I feel so uncomfortable, as if I’ve knocked over a five-flavor bottle, and I can only comfort myself: “What’s the point of failure? People often say: "Failure is the mother of success." Only through the ladder of failure can we reach the pinnacle of success. Then, I am no longer depressed, but have enough courage to face failure and reality...

The rainy season - the season of many dreams

Adolescence is the time when life is full of dreams. During the dream season, I also started talking to my girlfriends about boys’ temperament and demeanor. I also began to pay attention to my image in front of the opposite sex, and my speech became reserved. Once upon a time, there was always a pair of eyes staring at me affectionately. Later I realized that it was his classmate. Whenever I meet him, I can always feel his sexy eyes staring at me. I can only avoid this, because I know: in the dreamy season, even the most beautiful feelings at the time , it is just an episode in the long river of life and cannot become the main theme of life.

Golden Years is a poem full of youthful vitality, a surging song, and the brightest star in life.

Friends, in order to make our youth radiant and our golden years sparkle, let us study diligently from now on and use the sentences of life to describe the beautiful future... 7. Write a poem with the title of Golden Autumn. The composition of Eight Hundred Sons

Golden Autumn Autumn is a makeup artist who makes the world extra charming; Autumn is a magician who dyes the fields golden; Autumn is a gentle person A beautiful woman, the oncoming autumn wind is so light, so soft. In autumn, the delicate flowers have withered, so who is the protagonist in autumn? That is the leaves. Strolling on the path with trees on both sides, The eyes were full of fallen leaves. I picked up a leaf and observed it carefully. It turned out to be a maple leaf. Look, how beautiful she is! The leaves that stretch out are more like my palm with five fingers spread out. The edges are slightly jagged. The veins on the leaves are clearly visible and are connected together in an orderly manner. Her color is even more beautiful, just like that The burning fire is so bright and eye-catching. When sad people see it, they will be inspired to cheer up again. I know that maple leaves not only have dazzling red, but also yellow, green and a series of charming colors. Look at it Looking at it, I couldn't help but have a question: Why are only the maple leaves red among the all-yellow fallen leaves? Is it because of the influence of the autumn sun, or is it because I left Mother Tree? While I was daydreaming, I gently placed her in the palm of my hand. Here, I continue to think... Not only are maple leaves cute, but there are many leaves that are also very interesting. Look, I have found a good thing now, that is, holly leaves. Despite its humble appearance, its skills are very "powerful". The sharp thorns were his self-defense weapons. The cold dark green of the holly leaves brought life to the yellow eyes. Compared with the delicate flowers, they had a different flavor. In the distance, a few more pieces fell. Leaves. I quickly ran over and picked them up. There were ginkgos wearing "miniskirts", there were noble and elegant sycamores, there were... I love autumn, but I love autumn leaves even more. Because of them, the world is more beautiful; because They make life more colorful. Autumn sky Autumn is a season of high winds and refreshing air, a season of abundant harvests and the fragrance of osmanthus. Of course, it is also a beautiful season.

The autumn sky is the most beautiful. In the morning, the sky is quiet, as blue as the sea, and the sun just "gets up" and rises from the east. The sun's light is not too strong, and it shines on people, making people feel very warm.

At noon, the sun is extremely strong, like an angry uncle, and it is particularly hot when it shines on people. However, there are still a few birds flying freely in the sky, making "chirp, chirp, chirp" from time to time. The voice seemed to be saying: "It's so hot, so hot, so hot, so hot!" In the afternoon, the sunlight weakened a lot. Without too much sunlight, people could vaguely see the clouds in the sky. Some of them were Like rabbits eating, some like leopards running, and others like a big dragon soaring... Although the sun shines on your eyes and you can't see clearly, you can see it and you are very satisfied! In the evening, the sun is no longer as bright as it was at noon. The blue sky turns into light red as if drunk. The sun gradually takes off its orange coat and puts on red. Everything around it is also so red. It slowly returned to the embrace of the West Mountain, its light dimming, like a match that was about to go out. It went down, leaving behind a patch of red clouds, like a fairy's clothes falling from the sky to the earth, and the surroundings were very quiet.

People are so comfortable bathing in the glow! At night, the sky is dark, just like the Jade Emperor accidentally overturned the ink cartridge while writing. Countless stars are shining in the sky, like eyes in the sky. The big and round moon illuminates the night and illuminates the playful children going home. The road is like a light in the dark night. And I, lying in my grandfather's arms, listening to my grandfather telling stories about the moon... I love autumn, its windy and refreshing weather, and its ever-changing sky. As autumn enters autumn, the sky is especially blue, like sapphire. , also very high.

As if it were about to fly away. A group of wild geese flew in from the north, like countless wonderful black dots, sometimes arranging into "one", and sometimes arranging into the character "human".

Closer, closer, they were laughing, playing, and flying south happily. In the autumn wind, she looks like a girl, dressed in golden clothes, walking lightly into the world, quietly coming to the world.

You see, Miss Qiu came to the field and dyed the cotton balls as white as snow. The corn was so happy to see Miss Qiu that it specially changed it into a bunch of golden tassels and grinned. , showing a mouth full of white teeth; soybeans may be too excited, and some even burst into laughter; rice is particularly polite, bending over to greet the long-lost autumn girl; sorghum has always been afraid of meeting strangers, no, meeting Miss Qiu; she was still embarrassed, her face turned red. Miss Qiu came to the courtyard.

Look, the chrysanthemums are so colorful, red like fire, yellow like gold, pink like clouds, and white like snow. Enter the orchard.

I saw Yali, which contains a variety of nutrients; strings of pearl-like grapes turned from green to dark red, long and large, crystal clear, like agate. After picking the grapes, I picked a big one and put it in my mouth. It was sweet and sour, with a lot of juice. It was so delicious.

The jujube trees are covered with shiny, red jujubes. When you take a bite, they are so sweet and crisp. Autumn is a season that turns ideals into reality. Autumn is a sacred angel that gives people life.

Autumn is a harvest season. Autumn is the time when all the ripe food falls off.

Autumn is a harvest season. Therefore, people all love autumn, love her clear air, love her clear clouds and beautiful sun, and love her fragrance floating in the fields.

Autumn makes farmers’ smiles particularly bright. Autumn leaves Autumn is here, and the weather makes me feel slightly cooler. I look towards the fields and see a golden patch. Where are the leaves? Autumn leaves are colorful and autumn leaves are unique.

In the afternoon, I came to the small park, climbed to the hillside, and saw the ginkgo tree at a glance. The leaves of the ginkgo tree are like small fans.

When the autumn wind blows, the ginkgo leaves sway with the wind, as if they are fanning us. At this time, a strange thought came into my head: Could it be that the reason why autumn is so cold is because they fanned it like this? I looked at the ginkgo tree, and it seemed to be nodding to me.

The leaves of the ginkgo tree are light yellow. When shaken vigorously, the leaves dance like yellow butterflies. There is also a bamboo forest in the small park, and its leaves are still so green.

Looking from a distance, they look like straight-backed green soldiers, protecting the castle of "nature". No wonder poets often express their aloof character with the "Three Friends of Winter" - pine, bamboo and plum.

Among the many leaves, maple leaves are my favorite. 8. I am looking for an essay on the theme of the golden years, no less than 700 words. Please be original.

October always makes people think wildly. Farewell to the delicate red lotus, farewell to the graceful wicker, farewell to the blazing sun, we have too much reluctance and nostalgia in our hearts. But when I think of the dry weather that will follow, Chrysanthemum, known as the "hermit", makes my heart relax again.

After the long wait in summer, October is coming to us at a steady pace. October comes so timely, just when we have experienced a season of heat, it brings the long-lost breeze; October comes so pleasant, just when we are about to be buried under the humidity and sultry heat, it brings It brought a refreshing coolness; October came so happily, and just when we secretly prayed for the autumn harvest, it dyed the millet yellow with its paintbrush.

I know October is back, bringing my golden kingdom with it. It called me in my dream, and I clearly heard its cheerful cry. It invites me to enjoy this golden feast. It invited me to the fields, where there were endless golden rice fields. My heart was shocked by this golden color. October said that this is the most charming golden color. I don’t know how many people have bent over for this golden color. This is the golden earth watered by hard work. It took me to the flower bed, where there were large clusters of chrysanthemums. Inadvertently, my eyes were lit up by these golden elves. October said that this is the golden color that clears the soul.

I finally understood why Tao Yuanming fell in love with chrysanthemums, because this is a golden flower that can only be cultivated by noble character. It led me to the wilderness, where there was open grassland. October said it would give me a golden source. I was stunned. Could it be that the weeds around us were the source of that sultry golden source? October pointed to the sky with a pious smile. Following the direction it pointed, I saw the sun, not the sun with dazzling light, but the sun with soft golden light. I walked bathed in the golden light of the sun to welcome my golden years.

In this October, I will usher in my golden years. I will water this golden land and cultivate this flower. Because I know that my dreams will become more brilliant under this golden light, and they will always be dazzling and charming. 9. A composition for grade 6 with the theme of golden years

Colorful childhood was once possessed in a hazy state, and then passed away in a hazy state. What we usher in is the golden morning light. In this rising sun, the light of youth will shine.

I have stood on the top of a mountain several times, facing the whistling mountain wind, and looking at the picturesque years from afar. I long to own it and enjoy it; I long even more to thrive in its sunshine and rain and leave deep footprints on the golden road. Closer, closer, I gradually walked into its golden color and its happiness.

Ah! The golden sky, the golden earth, the golden sunshine shines on the golden me and you.

In the golden years, you are that graceful girl, so charming; you are the blooming flowers, exuding bursts of refreshing fragrance. You always love to weave Feifei's dreams and imagine the vibrant morning light. Holding a bamboo pen to welcome the rising red sun. Your deeply intoxicating melody makes people feel as if they are bathed in a golden dream. You are a trickling stream in the empty valley, gurgling in the heart, arousing a colorful and blurred note.

However, I am happy to discover that you are the most brilliant movement in the melody of life. Your jumping notes will tell touching stories. You burn in the golden light, bursting out the energy of youth, you shine in the golden light, reflecting the course of the future.

In your golden years, in your golden light, I seem to see Lu Xun in Sendai, in order to awaken the spirit of the people of the motherland, he abandoned his studies and studied literature, letting his youth light up the dawn of the motherland; in your In the golden light, I seemed to hear how many heroic young men shouted exciting slogans for the victory of the motherland on the smoke-filled battlefield; in your golden journey, I heard Premier Zhou's words of "Reading for the Rise of China" Voice of my heart; in your golden journey, I saw the spirit of Laining shining in the bonfire, writing moving music with the spectrum of life; in your golden journey, I smelled a fragrance, in the hazy morning light , the son of model worker Shi Chuanxiang is walking through countless streets and alleys carrying this fragrance. Use your golden years to contribute to the motherland in obscurity. Over the years, countless flowers have exuded their fragrance for the golden years of our motherland in their blooming seasons.

Life is a short path of struggle, and the golden years are fleeting like meteors. Life is like a drizzle without regrets. Let the strong voice of the golden years, accompanied by our vigorous steps, turn into the high-spirited melody of the wise, and sing the immortal song of "Victory of the Motherland" at once. The world will always feel the glory of the melody of the golden years.

In front of my eyes, little golden lights appeared, gradually converging on a golden avenue, stretching towards the golden future of the motherland.

Ah! Golden years.