The topic of writing a composition is after coming home from school.

1. Writing the composition topic of coming home from school On the way home from school, I walked countless times, but there are often new stories.

One afternoon after school, I just walked out of the school gate, and an older sister came up to me with a smile and handed me a leaflet. As soon as I saw that it was useless to me, I threw it into the air, let it float in the wind several times, and landed on my way to school and at the feet of my classmates who came home. I talked and laughed with my classmates and stepped on leaflets.

At this time, the classmate next to me also grabbed a small paper ball, which crossed a beautiful arc and landed next to the trash can. Suddenly I found red and green leaflets, small pieces of paper, food packaging bags, plastic bags, peels and chewing gum all over the floor. On the carpet, flies are busy, sometimes hovering above the carpet, searching for landing targets; Occasionally stop on the peel to suck residual juice; Occasionally, I will fly to the food bag to find something delicious, and then settle down comfortably on the garbage carpet.

Seeing this, I can't help shivering: isn't there a part of me here? Am I one of the "garbage makers"? Thought of here, I blush to the neck. Only then did I realize that if we don't protect the environment, it will stink here, and diseases will invade our bodies at any time, posing a threat to our lives. Therefore, we should protect the environment and make our home clean and beautiful, which is healthy for everyone.

But I just did something similar. I looked down and blamed myself deeply. My heart felt like a heavy stone.

I walked home from school with heavy steps and couldn't calm down for a long time.

On the way home from school, I walked countless times, but there are often new stories.

One afternoon after school, I just walked out of the school gate, and an older sister came up to me with a smile and handed me a leaflet. As soon as I saw that it was useless to me, I threw it into the air, let it float in the wind several times, and landed on my way to school and at the feet of my classmates who came home. I talked and laughed with my classmates and stepped on leaflets. At this time, the classmate next to me also grabbed a small paper ball, which crossed a beautiful arc and landed next to the trash can. Suddenly I found red and green leaflets, small pieces of paper, food packaging bags, plastic bags, peels and chewing gum all over the floor. On the carpet, flies are busy, sometimes hovering above the carpet, searching for landing targets; Occasionally stop on the peel to suck residual juice; Occasionally, I will fly to the food bag to find something delicious, and then settle down comfortably on the garbage carpet. Seeing this, I can't help shivering: isn't there a part of me here? Am I one of the "garbage makers"? Thought of here, I blush to the neck. Only then did I realize that if we don't protect the environment, it will stink here, and diseases will invade our bodies at any time, posing a threat to our lives. Therefore, we should protect the environment and make our home clean and beautiful, which is healthy for everyone. But I just did something similar.

I looked down and blamed myself deeply. My heart felt like a heavy stone. I walked home from school with heavy steps and couldn't calm down for a long time.

3. Story composition after school After school, I ended a day of intense study, and I really felt relieved. With the implementation of quality education in China, our after-school life is not only books, exercises and homework, but also surfing the Internet, drawing and going to the English corner. ...

Although I am a student in Grade *, I can only make achievements by combining work and rest. Today, after school, I made an appointment with some friends to go for a walk in the English corner. The sunshine in the afternoon in May is really comfortable. A group of girls flew like butterflies to the English corner opened by the lake. Looking up, many people came, mostly unfamiliar faces. Who cares? Go in and say hello, and everyone will soon break up.

Because my spoken English is not very good, I stood there alone and looked at this group of people who were "singing birds and flowers" among the flowers. Just then, I was slapped on the shoulder and turned my head. "Ah, what a tall foreigner." I muttered to myself. "Hello, China girl." He greeted me with a beautiful voice. "Hello." I said, "Sorry, I can't speak English very well. Please forgive me. " At this moment, the foreigner cast a surprised look, and then extended his big hairy hand to shake my hand. "Didn't you speak very well? My name is David. Nice to meet you. " He shook my hand very gently when he spoke. This move startled me at that time, and I felt flushed. I don't know whether it's because he held my hand or because I don't think I speak English very well. However, this embarrassing atmosphere soon passed. The reason, of course, is not that I have made rapid progress, but that one of my bold classmates has arrived. A short hour passed quickly, and we left with David and them talking and laughing in the sunset.

Since then, my after-school life has become more exciting. Not only do I often go to the English corner, but I also buy a lot of spoken books. After finishing my homework, I tried to make a fool of myself when communicating with foreigners.

I like the time after school! Because I depend entirely on myself, I hope that with the deepening of educational reform, my after-school life will be more colorful.

4. Composition: 600 words after class means writing an after-school composition after school.

Another day of intense study is really a relief. With the implementation of quality education in China, our after-school life is not only books, exercises and homework, but also surfing the Internet, drawing and going to the English corner. ...

Although I am a junior high school graduating class student, I can only achieve something by combining work and rest. Today, after school, I made an appointment with some friends to go for a walk in the English corner. The sunshine in the afternoon in May is really comfortable. A group of girls flew like butterflies to the English corner opened by the lake. Looking up, many people came, mostly unfamiliar faces. Who cares? Go in and say hello, and everyone will soon break up.

Because my spoken English is not very good, I stood there alone and looked at this group of people who were "singing birds and flowers" among the flowers. Just then, I was slapped on the shoulder and turned my head. "Ah, what a tall foreigner." I muttered to myself. "Hello, China girl." He greeted me with a beautiful voice. "Hello." I said, "Sorry, I can't speak English very well. Please forgive me. " At this moment, the foreigner cast a surprised look, and then extended his big hairy hand to shake my hand. "Didn't you speak very well? My name is David. Nice to meet you. " He shook my hand very gently when he spoke. This move startled me at that time, and I felt flushed. I don't know whether it's because he held my hand or because I don't think I speak English very well. However, this embarrassing atmosphere soon passed. The reason, of course, is not that I have made rapid progress, but that one of my bold classmates has arrived. A short hour passed quickly, and we left with David and them talking and laughing in the sunset.

Since then, my after-school life has become more exciting. Not only do I often go to the English corner, but I also buy a lot of spoken books. After finishing my homework, I tried to make a fool of myself when communicating with foreigners.

I like the time after school! Because I depend entirely on myself, I hope that with the deepening of educational reform, my after-school life will be more colorful.

5. List the arrangements after coming home from school in detail. Mini, stop playing computer games and go to sleep! Let's go, there will be a class tomorrow! "A harsh voice came impatiently from my mother's mouth again.

I thought to myself, how annoying. The game is played in a wonderful place. Mom is bothering me again. Look, this is my first worry since I was a child: computer games and my mother's war, and the war is getting more and more fierce.

One Thursday night, after I finished my homework, I concentrated on playing the popular game "Nuggets" among my classmates. Just as I tried my best to dig diamonds, my mother made that harsh voice again: "Minnie, go and drink milk and go to bed early!" " I quickly said, "Mom, let me play for a while. Soon my dream will come true and I will become a rich man. " My mother was a little unhappy to see me sitting still. "Don't waste time, there will be a class tomorrow!" "I had to reluctantly go to the table and absently picked up the milk cup.

"Ah" the milk was so hot that I let out a scream, and then tearfully suggested to my mother, "It won't be cold to drink such hot milk in the future." But my mother didn't listen to me at all. She said in a commanding tone, "If you don't drink milk again, I'll turn off the computer."

My mother turned off the computer when she was impatient, so I became a "poor man" again. Such things happen one after another, and every time they get angry, they fly into a rage, but there is no solution.

But no matter how late dad plays computer games, mom can leave it alone. Once I couldn't help it, so I asked my mother, "Dad, why can I play computer games until late at night, and you won't let me play even if I go to bed on time?" Mother said, "because you are young, your main task is to study hard." If you don't go to bed early, how can you have the spirit to attend class the next day? " I have nothing to refute, so I have to give up.

Although I admit defeat, I am still a little unconvinced. I want to tell my mother that knowledge doesn't all come from books, and playing computer games properly can also benefit from it. The teacher said that many software designers started by playing computer games. I hope my mother can give me some time to play computer games on the premise that I promise to study. Maybe I can be a master of software design in the future.

I don't know when the growing pains have merged into one. For me who has a lot of complaints to vent, this topic is very kind. Xin Qiji once said: "Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow".

Perhaps his carefree childhood, with the continuous development of history, left us more and more troubles. As I grow up day by day, I have more troubles around me.

Most of the things that happen at school are unwilling to talk to parents, because as long as they talk, they will make a long speech, and I am not allowed to interrupt a word, and my ears can't stand so many words coming in and out, so I don't want my ears to suffer, so I don't want to talk to my parents! However, I write what I want to say in my notebook every day, that is, my diary. After writing, let yourself appreciate and solve your own problems.

It was okay at first, but gradually, I felt that my parents looked at me unnaturally, as if I was hiding something from them. There are some things I don't want them to know. ) That day, I came home from school, finished my homework and went to get my diary as usual. Suddenly, I found that my diary had been touched, and I immediately flew into a rage. I knew it must be them when I thought about it.

I walked out of the bedroom and asked loudly if they had read my diary. On the contrary, they openly stated that it was their duty to know everything about me. I can't take it anymore. I just want to have my own blue sky. Why did you take it away so selfishly just to get to know me? I went back to my room and felt that I had nothing left, alas! Why do parents always want to know us when they grow up and don't want us to have any ideas of our own? Alas! How cruel! Our life is full of seven colors of sunshine, but even if the sunshine is bright, there will inevitably be short-lived clouds.

Growing teenagers will have some lingering troubles. These troubles come from life, from study, from communication with classmates ... but it is not terrible to have troubles. The key is to treat it correctly.

From now on, let's clean up our troubles together, eliminate them and mature with colorful dreams. "It's more annoying recently, more annoying, more annoying."

Every time I hear this song, I feel a sense of sadness. It turns out that I have bid farewell to innocence, bid farewell to innocence, and entered the door of junior high school.

It turns out that we have already lost the right to play games, lost the joy and laughter in the yard, and only left deep melancholy to accompany me forever. The original laughter is treasured by us in the pages of old times. The joy and freedom in children's eyes were swept away by the shallow annual rings, leaving only bundles of dim lights, accompanied by the writing on the notebook, and a shallow "rustling" sound.

I remember reading a joke: "The teacher said:' Usually exams are snacks, and you can never get tired of eating them; The monthly exam is a dinner, which is quantified regularly; The final exam is a man-han banquet, and once is enough.

Why don't you study hard? The students replied together:' We want to lose weight!' "But I can't laugh, but I feel nameless melancholy. Get up early and go to school in the morning; Take notes in a hurry, go home in a hurry, and do homework in a hurry ... "Morning" and "Urgent" seem to be twin brothers, constantly taking turns to "go to work", so precious time disappears in a simple law.

The most tense moment of the day is coming again: the teacher is writing homework on the stage, and we can only record this tedious homework in a hurry below.

However, this is not all. A new round of "bombing" has come again: a ruthless "bomb"-the test paper came at us overwhelmingly: 1, 2, 3.

When the boring class rang, everyone rushed out: instead of playing, they rushed home to do their homework. Isn't there a famous saying: "2 1 century what is the most important?" Yes! It's time! " It seems that we have obviously done a good job.

Then, I dropped my schoolbag full of weight from my shoulder, and before I had time to eat, I plunged into the sea of questions that the teachers called "a little".

6. Composition on "What to do after school" After school,

After school, I sneaked to the back of the hall alone.

I sleep on a tall haystack. The hay is so warm that I feel like sleeping in a bed.

The warm sunshine caresses me like a mother's hand. I half-opened my eyes and watched the chicken pacing on the grass below, screaming from time to time. I told him not to shout, but he ignored me.

Dahua Ji loves to lay eggs in the haystack, so I had to climb down from the haystack, but I still picked up the eggs and held them in my arms. The egg is still hot, and there is a little chicken feather stuck on it. This is a lovely big egg.

Sometimes, the little rockhopper was pecked by the twist chicken and ran away. I quickly said, "Don't run, what are the twisted chicken afraid of?"

Sometimes when I am with my third brother, we will think of various ways to direct the game of eating chicken. We will never feel lonely.

7. The voice after school is the topic of the composition.

I put my foot on a half-rotten petal on the ground and dragged it back hard. The ground was covered with brown marks. I don't seem to be Japanese yet, so I grabbed a leaf and began to tear it ... The embarrassing scene in Chinese class still bothers me. The Chinese teacher's sentence "suspected plagiarism" and the classmate's sentence "rigid rules are by no means original and out of date"-I will tell myself. There is a saying that "everything has feelings", but at this time, it must be raining heavily and thundering, and I, a failed hero, can stand in the middle-naturally, I will let the rain get wet without an umbrella, and then shout "Why is it so unfair!" Unfortunately, the road after school today is different from that scene. It doesn't thunder or rain, but the sky is "thousands of miles away". I suppressed my mood and plugged in my headphones. The weight of the schoolbag forced me to slow down. I walked along the road, staring at the roadside trees on both sides, and was blown by the wind wave after wave. I was reminded of Liu Liangcheng's A Book-trees naturally have thoughts, but they just can't convey them, so I had to stand aside and be an outsider. I can't help but take a closer look at them when I think of how they usually go to school. This group of guys, who are shaking their heads in the wind-we have long forgotten their existence, and we were born to stand by and watch, but we can't move at all-Xiaoxu has a poem "I am a grass in spring, and the wind only touches my body gently". This is not what I said. " At this time, I actually added my previous depression and troubles to this street tree on my way to school.

8. The composition "What happened on the street after school" 400 words What happened on the street after school.

I am a playful child who likes to walk home from school while playing.

Walking home from school, I am free. Sometimes, I play with butterflies; Sometimes I dance with dragonfly; Sometimes, I race with birds.

Walking on the way home from school, I can learn from my grandparents, bow my back and move forward slowly step by step; You can also stumble forward like a big penguin; You can also wriggle around like a fashion girl.

On my way home from school, I like to play games with floor tiles. Red tiles are a sea of fire, blue tiles are the sea, yellow tiles are mudslides, and only black or white tiles are safe islands. I squinted at one eye and jumped around on one leg. Also make sure that you can jump into the "safety island" at every step, and never jump into the "danger zone".

On the way home from school, I often see bad scenes: someone throws confetti everywhere; Someone spits everywhere; There are also some naughty boys rocking small trees from side to side.

Once, I saw an aunt take a little boy under two years old to the flowers and take off his urine. What a shameful act! Such a young child has developed the habit of defecating everywhere. What should he do when he grows up? Through this experience, I realized the pain of Mother Earth more deeply. Walking on the way home from school, I understand a great truth: protecting the environment means protecting our own home!

I like walking on my way home from school. I will never forget this road, because it can wash away my troubles all day and make me extremely happy!

9. Go home from school and write "Oh! After school! School is over! " After school, students remember their homework and run out of the classroom like a gust of wind, which is not good for me. I quickly packed my schoolbag and ran home, because there were dark clouds outside, the wind roared through the trees, wobbled like a drunk, and it rained lightly. Run before it's too late!

I ran and ran, and I was in a great mood. There is water everywhere along the way. My left foot jumped over a small puddle, but my right foot accidentally stepped on another puddle. When I ran across the basketball court, I saw an old woman still exercising under the tree, with a small vegetable basket beside her. I saw her wearing a shirt. She suddenly ran over and held down the branch leg press. When I ran to the bottom of the building, there was a thunder in my ear. At this time, I remembered a book that it was very dangerous to be under a tree when it was thundering. "no! I have to tell grandma! " I hurried back to the playground and said loudly to my grandmother, "Grandma, it is very dangerous to be under the tree when there is lightning and thunder." Grandma smiled and said to me, "Thank you, little friend. I know. I will go home later. " The stone hanging in my heart was finally put down and flew away.