Thank you for giving me more compositions.

In ordinary daily life, everyone must have been exposed to composition, which is a comprehensive and creative speech activity. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is what I carefully arranged. Thank you for giving me more compositions (usually 7). Welcome to study and reference. I hope it helps you.

Thank you for giving me more compositions. 1, lend me a pen! On the first day of school, I, an idiot, forgot to bring my pencil case.

Here! You gave me all the pencil boxes in your hand.

This is the scene where we first met. Listen, I just borrowed a pen, but you gave me a lot of enthusiasm. Looking back on our days together, you gave me more than that.

You are my inseparable friend. We go to school together, fight together, bake ants with a magnifying glass, and play pranks together. On weekends, we will meet unexpectedly in the bookstore and the afternoon street. We will worship the same star on the tree-lined path on campus. We like the same color and love the same writing style. We will go for an outing in the suburbs, play with water by the stream and climb mountains. On the way of growing up, flowers bloom and fall every year, which makes us happy and sad. The rain and snow in the four seasons intoxicated us. I am really glad to have such a close friend, which brings me more joy.

You are my best friend who is like-minded and works hard together. The other day, you told me a question. After listening to it several times, I'm still in a fog. You hit me on the head with a pen and said with a smile, why can't you turn around? I'm stupid, so I can stop learning! As soon as I threw the book away in a fit of pique, I was going to walk away. You grab me quickly, apologize to me, and tell me patiently. It's obviously my fault, but you tolerate me. I was deeply moved. You told me with a smile that you were my best friend. In those days, your tolerance and companionship gave me more help.

Dear friend, thank you for giving me infinite happiness and more.

Thank you for giving me more compositions. 2. Gardenia blossoms and blooms the memory of growth. Snow-white petals dotted with crystal dew remind me of you, my grandmother.

No matter whether the clothes are new or old, grandma is always clean. After working in the fields, she will scoop a ladle of water by the pond, straighten her hair and wash her face. Grandma likes flowers. She likes all kinds of peonies, daisies and gardenias.

When I was a child, I was very naughty. I always break the flowers carefully cultivated by my grandmother and put them on her head, saying that she is the most beautiful grandmother in the world. Grandma is never angry. She hugged me and said. My granddaughter is also the cutest girl in the world. In the sunset, we wore flowers and smiled happily.

I think, when I grow up, I will go to see gardenias with you.

You remember that I like steamed eggs best, and you always cook them for me. If you say you like to eat, you can eat more and grow taller.

You brought steaming eggs. I can't wait to pick up the spoon and scoop it gently. The soup spoon is embedded with yellow and delicious steamed eggs. I stuffed it into my mouth and swallowed it before it completely cooled down. You are smiling kindly. I scooped a spoonful for you to eat, and you shook your head into a rattle, even saying whether to eat or not. I buried my head in eating and touched the lovely celadon bowl with a crisp sound.

Now that I think about it, grandma doesn't want to either, but she obviously hasn't given up. I think when I grow up, I must eat a bowl of steamed eggs with my grandmother.

But when I grow into a beautiful girl in grandma's eyes, grandma's face has been engraved with traces of years, her hands are covered with calluses, and her hair is white under the influence of years.

But in my heart, grandma has always been the most beautiful.

I often go home to visit my grandparents, and grandma is always busy eating at night.

At night, the moon hangs in the sky and the stars are looming in the clouds in the blue sky. Our dinner started like this. You were busy picking up food for me, asking me about my study and life, and what suddenly occurred to me. Looking for something to eat for me from the house, I looked at the food piled up in front of me in distress situation and ate one by one with a smile.

When I came to your side, I wanted to harvest a spring breeze, but you gave me the whole spring. When I came to you, I wanted to hold a bunch of waves, but you gave me the whole ocean. When I came to you, I wanted to kiss a snowflake, but you gave me a silver world.

Now, the gardenia has withered. People who have worked hard all their lives like you make me feel very fragrant. Thank you, grandma. You let me get more, more. ...

The most beautiful scenery in the world is not far away, but grandma's brightest smile. I think, when I grow up, I will definitely go back to accompany you and grow old with you.

Thank you for giving me more compositions. I put you on the table. At that time, you were full of energy.

Light green mint, fresh and beautiful, has grown from the bottom of the basin to the height of my desk lamp. It is straight, soft and smooth without any bending. The branches and leaves below are intertwined, and the edges of the leaves are jagged and angular, but gentle and elegant. Not from a noble family, but if you are as graceful as a young woman, if you are as mint as a manly man, you can't stop your emerald color from entering my eyes.

Entering the second day of junior high school, there are many homework, heavy study and tight time. I haven't watered you for weeks, but it was my negligence. I have everything in my mind, but I am forgotten in the complicated things without you. You are short of water, and you have sucked up all the water in the basin. However, ruthless me swept away your initial vitality, and finally you couldn't resist the cold winter. When you saw me again a few weeks later, I was at a loss, but you were a little decadent.

Pieces of lonely green fall in the pale dead leaves, and the brown leaves curl and droop like weather-beaten old people; Branches and leaves fall and even interrupt, but you tell me with green leaves: I must live tenaciously. I understand your desire for life and bloom like a raging fire.

I began to take care of you every other day. In the morning, crystal water drops fell on your gentle hair. In the evening, the afterglow of the sunset reflects on you, reflecting your beautiful luster.

Until that day, I was surprised to find that you were full of energy. The new vitality masks your old face. The original leaves turned green, became bigger, and the veins were clearer, like a young man in his prime, masculine.

Cool and sweet pure water slowly flows from your head into your heart. You may live tenaciously to live up to my expectations, and I also realize that you will give me your fresh air with full enthusiasm and vitality.

Today, you are green everywhere, and the leaves scream and smile at me, making the hope in your heart run forward, so full of vitality and continue to exist.

However, there are still some yellow leaves hidden in the folds, and I can't bear to cut them off, because that is a turning point in your life and a scar in my memory.

Your life has gone from instability to perfect recovery. Perhaps, thank you for your gift. After "April Day on Earth", you are full of hope and persistent pursuit, waiting for "I will climb the Changfeng one day and break the waves"! This is the life inspiration you gave me with your life-moving forward with hope, there is always unexpected success waiting ahead.

Thank you for giving me more compositions. I know you are alive and spiritual, even if you can't speak.

Climb to the top of the mountain in the morning and watch the rising sun rise slowly, with dazzling light, rendering the sky golden yellow and warm yellow, magnificent and abnormal; Standing on the horizontal plane, watching the outline of the mountains gradually clear up; Looking at the unique language composed of cliffs according to their own tastes, every ditch and valley is full of natural charm.

Perhaps at that moment, I will be impressed and shocked by the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, and then I will truly realize the majestic momentum and lofty aspirations of "reaching the top, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.". You've seen it.

With your company, I walked around the West Lake. The sun is shining and the breeze is blowing gently. I smell the moist smell of my nose, and I feel relaxed and happy with the unique fragrance of flowers and trees. "If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, heavy makeup and light makeup are always appropriate." I seem to see a graceful woman, dressed in white, dancing lightly and smiling.

Maybe at that moment, I could understand the water, the sky and the scenery you saw.' It's good to have sunny lights, but it's strange to have rainy mountains'.

As the sun sets, I watch the desert on a par with you. Perhaps the romance of' the desert is lonely and the long river sets the yen' can only be felt by personal experience. The sunset made the desert red with blood, and a wisp of smoke was special, appearing and disappearing, and the imitation stock dragged by it contained the whole wall of the horizon, vaguely revealing a sadness.

Perhaps at this moment, I can understand the magnificent wonders you see, majestic and tragic, desolate and majestic. How can I express them in words?

I closed the book, closed my eyes and savored it. The scene brought by the words is still vivid, and I can't help feeling; After reading Wan Li's book, take Wan Li Road.

At this time, all the books in the room seem to be staring at me silently and smiling.

Thank you for giving me so much, whether it is knowledge, experience or travel.

My dear book.

Thank you for giving me more compositions. 5. Go to the window and gently push open the window sash. There is a faint fragrance of flowers brewing in the air, and green flowers are in front of us. It turns out that the flowers are blooming.

A few magnolia flowers are blooming on the branches. They are dressed in red coats and decorated with plain faces, stretching gently, as if smiling, all lingering in spring. Among the white petals, a blush looms. The edge of the petal is slightly curled, which seems to roll up a piece of tenderness. I am deeply trapped in its Miri, Malaysia, unable to extricate myself. The impetuous heart troubled by study seems to have become calm, waving a flower and smelling the fragrance from the quiet depths.

So, I want to kiss spring, so I tell myself, wait another week, wait another week. But unexpectedly, a week later, I missed the flowers.

It is dark yellow at present, and the withered petals on the branches are fading. Are you really going to cry because I didn't go to our flower date? I walked back to my room, only to find my mother sitting gracefully at her desk with a book in her hand. She has dyed her hair gradually, and a few rays of light flash from time to time in her black pupils, which makes her tired and radiant with an elegant temperament. She said, "I think you are a little tired from studying. You might as well have a look." My mother and I watched it, but I didn't expect to see the flowers bloom again.

Dimfragrance wafted, and I found you on some jade bone. You are dressed in white and drunk on the branches of Song Ci. The cheeks are slightly red, the lips are open and closed, and the words of the Qing calendar flow out through the teeth, swaying with the flowers and gradually melting into the heart. Sleeping "feels a little cold and plum blossoms on my temples." As soon as you scratch your hair, you will write poetry. Abrasion marks will pave the way for you to become the first talented woman; The fragrance of flowers is faint, emitting your bright and intelligent heart fragrance; Leng Yan stirs up your soul-stirring feelings. It is your unremitting efforts that make your flower of life in full bloom and make future generations admire it.

Let's hold a handful of incense and live with this endless stream of time.

Thank you, Li Qingzhao! Reading you, I want to get a peace, but you give me an attitude towards life; I wish I could harvest a ray of spring, but you gave me the whole spring. You let me know how life should be spent and how life should be spent.

Flowers are everywhere and the mud is sultry. Under the lamp, I spread out my books and immersed myself in the ocean of knowledge. ...

Thank you for giving me more compositions. Lao Yang, thank you for giving me more. As long as I can remember, my grades seem to be the same. Failing the exam is an experience in others' hearts, but it is nothing to me.

I still remember when I was in the fourth grade, I was hopelessly impetuous. From pride to conceit, I experienced a great turning point in my heart. My grades plummeted in that district unified examination. After jumping out of the top five, I began to feel inferior and became quiet and listless in class.

Lao Yang, my head teacher, seems to see my change. I walked into her office that day. Although I think of the broken jar many times in my mind, my heart is still like fifteen buckets of water. Will Lao Yang give me a good scolding? Or do you want to make my paper again? Anyway, I feel chilling!

As soon as I entered the room, Ai Xiang overflowed and sandalwood rolled, and I seemed to have entered a paradise. Indulge in sandalwood, and I gradually calmed down. Lao Yang came over with a smile. It was a faint smile. Suddenly, my heart was choppy, like a person who survived, and my legs kept shaking. Lao Yang sat down in the teahouse and motioned for me to sit down opposite. We both stared at the boiling tea. Look, this tea is ups and downs. Lao Yang's voice is soft, as if facing a long-lost friend.

On that day, she told me a lot, many of which seemed like I saw Hawking, Beethoven, and Wen Tianxiang. She told me by action: a failure is not terrible, as long as you don't say no to failure! In the fragrance of tea, I still remember what she said: life is like this tumbling tea, there are always ups and downs. As long as you have courage and confidence, success is not far from you!

In this conversation, Lao Yang not only restored my confidence, but also made me understand the meaning of courage. Lao Yang, you are not only a guide, but also gave me more valuable teachings! You said: As long as you have the courage to "win every battle with yellow sand and golden armor, and never return it without breaking Loulan", success will never say no to you today. Today, I still remember your teachings.

Thank you for giving me more compositions. Who gave me more?

I looked at the bright red comments on that page of composition, as if I had returned to the primary school classroom before early spring and early summer. These dazzling handwriting came from my then Chinese teacher, Mr. Chen.

She is my Chinese teacher in grade three or four. She is kind and gentle, and always treats her students like a bonfire in winter. Her Chinese level is good. She not only uses elegant and free words, but also uses several wonderful idioms from time to time, which makes people feel that the words in March are as harmonious and beautiful as running water.

I have just grown up from the naivety of the lower grades and entered the new third and fourth grades, but I am still a little flustered. In addition, the head teacher was replaced by a Chinese teacher I just met, and my heart felt a little absent in class. Every class, even if you speak really well, my mid-term Chinese score stops at about 80 points as usual. You took me out of the classroom without a trace of blame: "in fact, your Chinese foundation has been played almost, but your composition has lowered your score." If you study in your own way, listen to the teacher's advice and study hard, we will surpass ourselves together at the end of the term, ok? " After a short surprise, I shed tears of regret, and I was moved. Teacher Chen did not hesitate to choose the second way when he could choose to educate me and punish me like other teachers. It was at the turning point of grade three that I began to like composition. Keeping a diary every day is no longer my most boring homework, and the number of words has never reached 200, which is incredibly close to 300. I began to like Chinese, ancient poetry and life.

The test paper in their hands has been destroyed by ink and time, but what they still can't erase is the scarlet letter that looks like a face, which is unforgettable. These kind words may make people unhappy, but they always make my heart as warm as spring breeze. I summarized the advantages and disadvantages according to teacher Chen's guidance. "A little progress every day is a big step." Finally, my composition "bid farewell" to the unsightly running account, composition is no longer an imaginary hard bone, and Chinese achievement is no longer a subject that lowers the total score. I still remember Mr. Chen's sweet smile and warm message:

"The final progress is the performance of your own efforts. You are an eagle with wings, do you know? Birds leave their shells, and only by their own struggle can they spend their lives more safely; On the contrary, you will die more painfully at that moment. Your current efforts will not be in vain, come on! "

I asked you for a stone, but you gave me a mountain. I told you a dark star and you gave me an eternal moon in return. Thank you, Mr. Chen!