A heartfelt composition

Eight excellent compositions about speaking from the heart.

With the rise of social platforms, more and more people will post stories online to show their love for life. Still struggling to find something unique to talk about? The following are eight compositions I have carefully arranged for reference only. Let's have a look.

From the heart composition 1, I really understand the greatness of maternal love with the growth of age. Because maternal love is the most selfless and extensive love in the world. But sometimes I want to tell you what I think.

When I got 100, you warmed me like a red sun: "Baby, you are great! I said hemp, there is always a reward for paying! " You hold me tight. At that time, I didn't even want to mention how happy I was. Everything you say is like a ray of beautiful sunshine falling on my body, warm. At that time, I really wanted to say to you: "I am the happiest child in the world!" " "How beautiful your voice was that day!

But when I don't do well in the exam, you are like a dark cloud in summer, gloomy. It seems that there are two extremely huge clouds hanging overhead, like tigers growling: "What's the matter? Why did you do so badly? " Every word you say pokes at my heart like a sharp needle. I really want to get into the hole and hide. "Mom, I didn't do well in the exam, but you should analyze it with me and shouldn't criticize me severely!" At that time, I saw not only anger but also disappointment in your eyes. ...

I still remember one time, I secretly sat on the sofa, turned on the TV and watched intently. At this moment, you suddenly "snapped" and turned off the TV. You are angry and say, "Why don't you do your homework?" "Mom, I know I should do my homework well, but I should also have a rest." But I also want to say to you: "Some extra-curricular knowledge can also be obtained from TV."

I also know that everything you say is for my own good, but you have to listen to my heart sometimes.

You brought me into this world and saw these beautiful things and plants. I am your child, a piece of meat on your body-my mother, you raised me, and I should listen to you. But you do have shortcomings, and I can't say that you are omnipotent. Today I can finally say what I want to say to you.

You have an advantage. Every time you don't do well in the exam, you won't scold me, but you will say, "The test paper doesn't tell you your true level, but whether you have studied hard." I'm glad that you often play jokes on me. But you also have shortcomings. We fight sometimes. If I don't concentrate on something, you will say that I don't want to think about my cell phone, but I don't just want to think about my cell phone. I never even thought about it. It's just that this thing is really a bit difficult. For example, today, I am reciting formulas. Eleven teachers asked us to recite it all at once, so we can't recite it separately. I recited it twice, but it was all wrong. And then you said that. Later, I tried it once at your place, learned it, and made a video before I passed the test completely.

Sometimes your behavior makes me sad, because our relationship is not very good sometimes, so we often discuss it, but there are only two results. One is my shortcomings, and you said you would remember to correct them. The other is that I am wrong, you just say why I am wrong, and then I am speechless.

Mom, I want to tell you that since our relationship is not good, you and I will change. I know you are very hard and busy. Although you will accompany me on weekends, I still hope you can spend more time with me and take me out to play. I hope you don't work so hard, I will study hard. When I grow up, I won't let you work as hard as it is now. I will work harder and harder. When you are old, I will grow up.

Mom, I love you!

I have a strict and kind teacher. She is Miss Cao. Teacher Cao, I have a lot to say to you.

Teacher Cao, do you remember? Once, because my handwriting was thin and ugly, you repeatedly reminded me that I just didn't take it to heart and continued to write about such an ugly person. After your patient guidance, my calligraphy has made great progress now. I want to say: Thank you, Teacher Cao!

When you dictate to us, it's a simple word, and I will make mistakes because of carelessness. You told me half jokingly and half seriously not to be sloppy. I didn't care at that time, but now I know that you are not kidding. I am really a "careless" person, because I still make the same mistake, and I am determined not to make any more mistakes. Teacher Cao, I also want to say "thank you!" "

At that time, you played with us in the playground after class, and you played the game of "the eagle catches the chicken" with us. Your kind eyes and happy smile seem to be as big as ours. Teacher Cao, I want to say "I love you!" " "

Whenever we see that our classmates are wearing less, tell us to wear more clothes. I feel warm in your words. You seem to be my mother! Teacher Cao, I want to say to you: "At school, you are our mother!" " "

Teacher Cao, I like your serious attitude and gentle and charitable smile in class.

Teacher Cao, I want to say "I love you!" " "

You care about me and take good care of me. But you don't know my inner world. I have a lot to say to you, but it's all on my lips. Let's talk about my inner feelings when I write my composition.

Mom, you never let me do things in my mouth, and I'm afraid of flying orders when I hold them in my hand. I really want to help you with the housework, but when I do something, you quickly stop me and always say what can you do? Do it when you grow up! It often makes me laugh and cry.

Once, I wanted to go to school alone. You followed me all the way to the school gate before you let me go. I 10 years old. You don't even let me go to school by yourself, but you look down on me.

Another time, I wanted to help you wash clothes, you said; A few years later, when you were 9 years younger, you said the same thing to me again; Let you do laundry for another year. But a year has passed, and you still want me to wait. I really don't know when.

Mom, I am one year older this year. I can't do anything. I want to be a bookworm when I grow up. Alas! Why don't you always understand me,

When can I say something? You can write when you grow up.

Dear mother, although we are together every day and talk about everything, it is the first time to communicate by letter. Today, here, I want to open my heart to you and say what is in my heart.

In a blink of an eye, I'm a senior three. Flowing homework and heavy tasks make me feel a little tired. I feel that I am running every day, but I can't see the end. I am eager to jump freely on the playground, I am eager to enjoy Yuan Ye, and I am eager to slow down my rushing heartbeat. However, I also know that I have not struggled for many years.

Mom, teenagers have their own troubles. When I am depressed, do you know what I want most? Sometimes, it is your gentle touch, and sometimes, it is your gentle eyes. This whisper, an action, even a small look can smooth my ups and downs and even inspire me to move forward when I am tired.

However, I don't know when such a simple move became a luxury for me. I remember that I got good grades in the exam, came back happily to report the good news, and waited for your appreciation wholeheartedly, but I didn't find a star in your eyes. I remember making breakfast for the first time and serving it to you carefully, expecting your affirmation, but I still can't feel that kind of gentle touch.

Mom, I want to say something from the bottom of my heart to you: Please don't be stingy with your encouragement. Perhaps, you think that when I grow up, a grown-up man should be strong. Perhaps, you think that I can be full-fledged as soon as possible only if I leave my parents' shelter. But, mom, you should know that only enough love, enough tolerance, enough praise and affirmation can make me a young man go forward bravely under any circumstances.

Everyone has some secrets, some unknown things and another side. Today, I want to tell a good friend through this article that I have kept a secret in my heart for a long time.

This good friend is a transfer student who came when I was in the second grade. She studies well and her family is rich. She is lovely, warm, generous and upright.

I remember once, he asked me a question, and I did it with a stroke. He said, "You are so smart!" "This is, a boy passed by and curled his mouth and said," Girl? Primary school, middle school, and high school eat duck eggs. " Before I could retort, he stood up and said, "Can't a woman? That's bullshit！ Li Qingzhao, Ban Shao and outstanding literary talent; Mulan, Matchmaker and Mu are all brave. Also, the women's volleyball team and table tennis team in China are not better than the men's team? Don't forget,' women have been better than men since ancient times'. If women can improve themselves, they will be better than men. If you don't believe me, we'll play! "She is too much, and the' man' who stabbed her was speechless. From then on. We became good sisters who talked about everything, went to school together, played together and studied together.

However, the good times did not last long. He left in the first half of the fifth grade. He went to a far, far place-the United States, where he first lived, and came here only because of his parents. Now, she will receive higher education. The night he left, I was very sad and tears came down. I sat at my desk alone, thinking of spending some time with him. This is, the mobile phone rang, introducing three big characters: Feng Shantou.

This is my nickname for her. In my heart, it is spicy but not splashing, so strong but not proud. I didn't answer the phone until the bell stopped. By the time I got up the courage to call back, Miss Feng had turned off her phone. I regret it very much Feng girl should be so disappointed in me! This will be my lifelong regret.

"Phoenix girl, do you remember us? Sorry, I didn't fulfill my promise! "

I have a lot to say to you in my heart, but I can't find a suitable opportunity to say to your mother: When I don't know how to do my homework, you help me, support me to think and answer my questions.

Mom, I know it's good for me that you let me study this and that at work every day, but every time we go on a Saturday and Sunday, some patients get dizzy: because I know I have to learn more. How envious I am to see other children playing outside.

You guys! Mom: I wish I could have fun downstairs like you. I don't want our daily work to be learning besides students' learning ability. I'm really bored. I hope you can give me some freedom. Mom, don't be angry when I say this. I know it's hard for you to take me alone: for social life, my father needs to work in a far-away city, so you have to take care of me when you start working. I never object to what you ask me to do, but I'm really tired. I know you put all your hopes on me, and I will study harder. I will repay you with my achievements. Mom, please give me some time without freedom! Mom, finally, I want to say to you: thank you, dear motherland!

Everyone has his own worries, and I also have my own worries to tell my father.

Dad, remember? In the first lesson of learning to play the accordion, when the teacher recited the accordion and played a string of wonderful notes freely, I was attracted by the teacher's complete narcissism, that is, from that moment on, I liked the accordion.

But with my obsession with learning accordion, my school grades have dropped greatly. Those days, I was very worried, very worried. I am afraid that my mother will say that I don't study hard, and that my mother will make me give up learning accordion. I am ambivalent in my heart. After every school exam or accordion competition, I feel scared for fear of poor grades. I am particularly afraid that I will make mistakes in learning to play the accordion, be played by my mother, and be accused of one or two words that hurt my self-esteem, which will make me feel inferior. But at this time, dad, when you found out, always patted me on the shoulder and encouraged me to say, "everything is difficult at the beginning." Study hard and don't give up halfway. " Listening to your inculcation, my slowly frozen heart gradually ignited fiery hope, dad, you know? It is you who have given me courage again and made me more confident to continue to succeed!

Dad, I want to say to you: in fact, I understand the painstaking efforts of you and your mother. Your worries, accusations and expectations are all for my strong growth! Now that my son has grown up, I will study every subject well and repay all those who care about me with excellent results!