Write a composition on the topic of a small shot in life.

1. Write a composition entitled "A small shot in life". A group of small shots in life, like kaleidoscope, are colorful and changeable; Life is like a wonderful movie, which has been presented to our eyes, thought-provoking and thought-provoking. Scene 1: A little boy is riding a bicycle on a crowded road, blowing bubble gum in his mouth and a walkman in his ears. From time to time, he will do some dangerous moves on his bike, but when he hears the constant frightened sounds around him, he will smile and pretend to be "cool".

He kept running red lights and listened to the police's triumphant scolding. Laugh or laugh, his belief seems to be only one word: cool! Scene 2: The little boy is at an intersection from home.

Red light, dazzling red light. The little boy still broke through. Just as he was about to break through, a black car galloped to the left and severely ran over the little boy's thin body.

Blood, scarlet blood dyed a piece of land, so dazzling, so bright. The policeman is stupefied, the pedestrians are helpless, and the black car seems to be grinning (shot 3: white).

White walls, white clothes, white beds, white quilts, everything is white, white and heartless. Outside the operating room, the boy's parents were crying, and the doctor looked sad. Everything proved that the rescue was ineffective. When the boy died, he died of pretending to be cool, and his death was as light as a feather.

His parents looked at his pale face and felt heartbroken. The facts can't be violated, and it's heartless. Lens 4: The wind is blowing and the rain is falling, with sadness and sadness.

Wind, who are you choking on? Rain, who are you crying for? In the distance, there is another small grave in the clearing. The tombstone reads: life is one, and everything else is zero.

2. Write a composition on the topic of "a small shot in life", just like a kaleidoscope, colorful; It is also like a wonderful movie, which has been presented to us all the time.

Similarly, life movies also show the advantages and disadvantages of people. On this day, when I got downstairs, I saw a cleaner pushing a garbage truck to sweep the floor in our community.

I took out my bike and practiced driving in the community. After a while, I saw the cleaner again. He is trying to sweep the floor. He saw his head sweating and wiped it with a towel from time to time. I wanted to go up and help him, but the scene made me feel very wronged by the cleaner.

I parked my car in front of a stone and sat on it myself. At this time, a lady in a mink coat came in the distance, holding a little girl of five or six years old.

When the lady walked leisurely to the cleaner, she frowned and glanced at the cleaner from the corner of her eye, and went a little further, as if afraid that the smell of garbage would stink her expensive mink coat. She walked a little further, took out a pack of napkins from her bag, sniffed, threw it on the ground, and took out another pack to wipe her nose.

While wiping her nose, the sensible daughter was going to pick up the paper that had been thrown on the ground. The lady stopped her daughter from picking up the paper and said, "Baby, don't pick up the paper, it's dirty, don't move." Her daughter pouted and said, "The teacher taught us.

Don't throw paper everywhere, pick it up when you see any paper on the ground. "The lady added," it's too dirty. If you pick it up again, I won't take you home. "

"But ..." The daughter wanted to say, but her mother interrupted her: "Don't do buts, let's go!" The girl looked back at the paper and left. The cleaner was so tired that he went to pick up paper. I really feel sorry for him.

That lady doesn't care about the environment, so she is worse than a child. Won't she be ashamed? All of us should take care of the environment and protect our home.

3. Write a 300-word composition on the topic of a small shot in life. There are several chickens in my house. Recently, my grandfather is letting hens hatch chickens. I'm curious to see how chickens hatch.

The first is to choose eggs. Grandpa brought a paper box, dug a small hole in the paper box, put a light bulb in it, and plugged in the power supply. The light bulb in the paper box lit up and the light inside came out of the small hole. Grandpa put on reading glasses, carefully put the eggs on the small holes in the carton, looked left and right, and put aside the eggs that can hatch chickens alone. I watched it for a long time, but I didn't understand the truth. I asked my grandfather curiously, "How do you judge whether these eggs can hatch chickens?" Grandpa smiled and said to me, "Look at these eggs. If they can be exposed to light and have no small black spots, they will not hatch." I quickly took an egg and put it on the small hole of the carton for a long time. I found a little black spot, danced and pulled my grandfather over and said, "Do you think this egg can hatch chickens?" Grandpa gave a thumbs-up after reading it and praised it again and again: "You are so smart, you will learn it as soon as you learn."

Step two, choose hens. After choosing eggs, you must also choose hens. Grandpa told me: "Only hens that can lay eggs and haven't laid eggs recently can hatch chicks."

The third step is to hatch the chickens. Grandpa carefully put the selected 15 eggs in a soft paper box filled with straw, cotton and so on. And then catch the selected hen. The hen looked around and soon found the eggs in the carton. It immediately understood its task. One step flew to the paper box, spread his wings and carefully cared for the eggs in his arms. The hen is still doing her duty in the carton, only her eyes are blinking, as if telling us, "I'm going to be a mother." Seven days later, grandpa took out the eggs and let them have some air. Fourteen days later, put the eggs in warm water (the water temperature is about 37℃). Grandpa said, "If they float on the water, they are alive. If they sink underwater, they can't hatch chickens. " /kloc-After 0/8 days, put the eggs in warm water again. If the egg swings from side to side in the water, it proves that the chicken has begun to hatch in the egg. If the eggs don't move in the water, they can't hatch strong chickens. Twenty-one days later, a miracle appeared and an egg moved. Suddenly, a small hole appeared in the eggshell of an egg, and a chicken's head stuck out of the eggshell, only to see it struggling very hard to jump out. Soon, a wet chicken was born It looks at this colorful world curiously, spreads its wings and looks forward to a bright future.

4. Write a composition on the topic of "a small shot in life". Life is a kaleidoscope, colorful, like a wonderful movie, always presented to us. I remember an event that impressed me deeply.

That day, I was doing my homework in my room and there was an argument in the living room. My parents quarreled as if they were going to fight. Their faces look gloomy. I thought, it's my turn to play as a "peacekeeping force". I adopted the first scheme first, telling jokes. I took out a joke book and read it out loud, deliberately with an accent. They listened, ignored me and took it out on me. "

I'm angry, but I have to do something. I was in a hurry, staring at the tape recorder that I usually learn English. Well, I have an idea. I immediately put a blank tape and put the tape recorder as close as possible to the place where they quarreled, so as to make the recording louder. Hey, hey, you're done. I quietly took back the tape recorder.

Back to the desk, first put a wonderful piece of music to attract their attention and calm their mood, and then quickly put on the recording of their quarrel just now and turn up the volume. Look, both of them bow their heads and blush behind their ears.

I went to the living room and looked at them contemptuously. "Why don't you fight?" Mom was a little embarrassed, but she pretended to be angry. Dad also put away his stubbornness. "Little guy, his wings have grown hard and he has learned to deal with his parents."

Say that finish, three people all laughed, the laughter filled the room, let all the unhappiness disappeared. I told my parents to stop quarreling, ease the tense atmosphere, and tell them that they have something to say, there is no need to be angry and noisy, and they should open their hearts and communicate well in everything and not be so radical.

5. Write a composition on the topic of a small shot in life. This is a place where beautiful women often appear in the 300-word alley.

"Dad, let's go and help that grandpa!" A childish voice came into my ears. "oh? Where is it? " "That, that, grandpa must be very hard! Let's go and give him a hand! " "good! Then tell me, why should we help him? " "I know, the teacher said that we should respect our elders and help each other."

"yes! Dad's son has grown up? Go, let's go. " Dad excitedly led his son to help his grandfather in need.

I raised my camera and took the first photo of "New Social Fashion". Out of the alley in the street, came to the city center, the crowd was bustling.

I sit on a platform. A young mother walked in front of me holding her bouncing son's hand.

Suddenly, my son broke free from his mother's hand, picked up a can and threw it into the trash can. The son turned and rushed to his mother, who held his son with open arms and smiled brightly.

I raised my camera and took the second photo of "New Social Fashion". Enough sitting at a friend's house, here we are again.

When a tired mother came back from work in other places, her daughter immediately greeted her, took what was on her mother's hand and brought a cup of warm water. "Mom, you were laborious, have a glass of water first.

Come on, let me rub your shoulder. "Say that finish and help my mother rub her shoulders.

The mother said with satisfaction, "My daughter has grown up and become more and more sensible." With a happy smile.

I took another photo of "Happy Mother and Daughter" with my camera. On the way home, the dusk is getting darker, but the afterglow of the sun still shines on the earth.

On the way, I photographed one "eternal smile" after another, including the satisfied smiles of parents who came back from work, the relaxed smiles of students who came back from school, warm smiles, friendly smiles, cheerful smiles ... one after another, the beauty of life. That day, I found that there were many beautiful things in my life. I sat at the window and savored them.

In fact, the beauty in life is everywhere. As long as you are good at discovering, there will be a beautiful existence in every corner. What they bring you is not an instant existence, but a permanent memory ... "There is no shortage of beauty in life, what is lacking is the eyes that find beauty."

With a pair of uncritical eyes and a quiet heart, I found out whether it was right or not. In nature, spring is abundant, and flowers and trees are beautiful.

Although the grass is not as beautiful as the peony cuckoo, it is strong. It has experienced wind and rain, lightning and thunder. Some water is spectacular, and some water is as flat as a mirror.

Some mountains are too steep, some are too respectable, and some are too expensive. I'm not surprised at how beautiful it is. What makes me tremble? This is the beauty of nature.

Look, it's under the window sill of the teacher's office. The teacher is still trying to correct the homework, and your family and relatives are still waiting for you to go back for dinner! That bottle after bottle of used ink bottle, that red pen and another red pen.

I want to know how much ink you have used up and how many pens you have worn out over the years. Teacher, you have worked hard! You have worked hard for another day, so don't give us any trouble! Ah, what a good teacher, what a touching scene! Against the setting sun, the path was faintly yellow.

I was walking on my way home when an old lady with gray hair accidentally fell down. A small classmate immediately stepped forward to help and helped the old man to the distance. Watching this old and young figure gradually disappear, my heart instantly became warm. What a wonderful moment, what a wonderful moment. The light in the corridor is still on. I know, someone's child must have not come back yet. My parents are afraid that he will be afraid, and wait for the child to come home with the light on.

What a wonderful time, mom and dad. How much love have you given me since I came to this world? How much more will you give me? Ah, dad, mom, I love you! What is beauty in life? This is the beauty in life. It's such a simple and ordinary thing. I found the beauty of life here.

6. Please write a composition of about 500 words on the topic of a small shot in life ... an attempt in life.

Life is like a kaleidoscope, a five-flavor bottle, a seven-color flower, a wishing bottle filled with hundreds of paper cranes, a palette and a classmate's book, sending sweet wishes and making life full of taste and hope.

Every bit of life is full of parents' love. Every bit of love is in my heart, and every bit of pain is slowly digested in my stomach. Everything from two years ago is in my heart.

It was my birthday. I get up early and do housework at once, because every child's birthday is a hard day for his mother. In order to make up for it, I finished all the housework, but my head was dizzy, and the world in front of me was spinning, and I fainted unconsciously. When I woke up, I only remembered that I was lying on my father's back, and my father's legs and feet were inconvenient, but I clearly remembered that my father ran to the hospital behind my back. Look at that. I fainted again. When I woke up in my hospital bed, I heard the birthday song "Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you". That's my father, mother and sister, but I am much better. I sat up, made an ideal wish and blew out the candle in one breath, but I ate the cake, but my left hand was giving me an injection, and one hand couldn't move the plate, and my mother fed me bite by bite.

Colorful palette, life is so sweet, so extraordinary, so happy. Kaleidoscope is colorful, five-flavor bottle is sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, and seven-color flower is colorful. There are good wishes in the yearbook, but life also has its ups and downs and good wishes.

2 A small shot in life

Life is like a tortuous movie, made up of wonderful shots. I love life, I love a small lens in life, which makes me educated and inspired.

That time, I went to my grandmother's house by car alone. On the way, an old woman walked slowly in the aisle with crutches and handrails. She looked around and found that there was no room. She sighed and stood beside me.

I was shocked and began to hesitate again: let or not? There seems to be two little people arguing in their hearts: "Be sure to give up and help others!" "But it's still far from grandma's house! If you give way, can your feet stand it? " "Don't let the red scarf on the chest match?" "Some people give up their seats, and the beneficiaries don't even have a thank you. Don't give up!" "Don't give way just to say' thank you'? Let! " "no!" "Let!" "no!" ……

While I was hesitating, a sincere voice came from behind me: "Grandma, you sit here!" " "Looking inside, a boy of about 17 years old got up from his seat, walked over to his grandmother and helped her to her seat, but he stood. The grandmother praised him: "This child is really sensible! "At this time, I can't wait to get into a crack. Several young people in the car also bowed their heads in shame.

This shot inspired me a lot and educated me a lot. Helping others is a noble quality. If everyone can help others like those who give up their seats, why should society worry about disharmony?

Life is like a kaleidoscope, colorful; Like wonderful movies, life movies always appear in front of our eyes. Similarly, life movies also show the advantages and disadvantages of people. \x09

On this day, when I got downstairs, I saw a cleaner pushing a garbage truck to sweep the floor in our community. I took out my bike and practiced in the community. After a while, I saw the cleaner again. He was struggling to sweep the floor and saw sweat on his head. He wiped it with a towel from time to time. I wanted to go up and help him, but that scene made me feel aggrieved by the cleaner.

I parked my car in front of a stone and sat on it myself. At this time, a lady in a mink coat came from a distance, holding a little girl of five or six years old. When the lady walked leisurely to the cleaner, she glanced at the cleaner with a frown out of the corner of her eye and walked a little further, as if afraid that the smell of garbage would stink her expensive mink coat. She walked for a while and took it out of her bag and looked at it. After wiping her nose, the sensible daughter was going to pick up the paper on the ground. The lady stopped her daughter from picking up the paper and said, "Baby, don't pick up the paper, it's dirty, don't move." Her daughter pursed her lips and said, "The teacher taught us not to throw paper everywhere, but to pick it up when we saw any paper on the ground. The girl looked back at the paper and left. The cleaner was so tired that he went to pick up paper again. I really feel sorry for him.

That lady doesn't care about the environment, so she is worse than a child. Won't she be ashamed?

We should all take care of the environment and protect our home!

7. A small-lens composition of more than 400 words in life is like a kaleidoscope, colorful; Once again, life is like a tortuous movie, with wonderful small shots, forming a colorful life. I love life, and I love those small lenses. They have educated and inspired me. However, I prefer those small shots in the library. In the morning, the door of the library opened and all kinds of people rushed into the library. People wear shawls, braid their hair and shave their heads. White hair, ... wearing shoes, sports shoes, high heels, low heels, ... The spacious library seems a bit crowded. When people enter the library, they take a deep breath and smile with relief, as if the air in the library becomes fresh after being closed for a night. Then, double eyelids, phoenix eyes and crow's feet eyes all set their sights on their own goals. Rough hands, delicate hands, wide hands and slender hands all carefully took down the book and stroked it very gently, just like stroking a child's smooth face ... After a commotion in the library, it was calm again, and only occasionally there was the sound of turning pages, which was extremely small and extremely short. People are completely immersed in the sea of books ... a young man with glasses is reading at his desk. A girl wearing many shawls, at the moment, didn't manage to sort out those messy long hair, but greedily swept with big eyes and casually shook the bunch of Liu Haier hanging on her forehead. Look at that expression, if she had scissors, she would definitely break the bundle of Liu Haier; An old man, with presbyopic glasses on his nose and squinting his eyes, held the book far away. It looked very hard, but he still couldn't bear to put it down. Several children were lying on the table, pointing to words, reading word by word, with great difficulty, but with great concentration ... I left the library quietly without disturbing anyone, but I couldn't forget the little lens in my life. He seems to have told me something. What is that? .

8. Write a composition on the topic of a group of small shots in life. A pair of things that can carefully observe the eyes and always find beauty.

In these eyes, there are many interesting little shots in life. Among these things, there is one thing I can't forget ... "Ding Ling Ling ..." When the bell rang, the teacher came into the classroom with yesterday's test paper in his hand. I secretly complained when I saw it, because I didn't do several big questions in the exam yesterday.

At this moment, the teacher stepped onto the platform and said, "Now, we will announce yesterday's exam. The first Li Xiaoshuai got 99 points, and the second Wang He got 96 points ... ""Why haven't I come yet? Is it ... "I'm whispering. Suddenly I heard the teacher say, "Gao Dong, 72 points for the 59th place.

Ask your parents to sign it when you get home and hand it in at school tomorrow morning. ""my god, there are 59 people in our class. I am the last one! How come... When I get home ... what shall I tell my mother! "At this time, I feel that my classmates are staring at me. I quickly covered my face with my hand and wanted to get into the gap.

When I got home, my mother asked me, "How many points did you get in the exam yesterday?" I stammered: "92 points, the test paper has been corrected and handed in." "This test is ok, and I will try to get full marks next time."

Mom finished sweeping the floor in the living room. When I was doing my homework, I imitated my mother's handwriting and signed it when she wasn't looking.

When I sleep at night, I feel very uneasy. I'm afraid my mother will know about it sooner or later. I might as well tell my mother, but I'm afraid of being slapped. After a night of ideological struggle, I decided to admit my mistake to my mother. In the morning, I told my mother about it as soon as I got up. Unexpectedly, my mother didn't hit me, but said in a gentle tone, "son, this is the first time you have lied." You can finally realize your mistake. My mother is very happy. I hope it won't happen again. "

I couldn't help crying when I heard my mother's words. I made up my mind: I must turn this first lie into the last one.