I like writing. All the compositions.

1. I like writing. I have always loved primary school students. There are many different wonderful compositions here.

So I like to visit this website every day. Not only did I see my highly praised composition, but I also made friends with many young writers! I have fallen in love with writing since I got into the habit of reading frequently.

I insist on writing, and the composition is often read by the teacher as a model essay, and my heart is always flattered. There are many essays published in Zibo Evening News, and now she has become a small writer and talented woman in her class.

I think writing a composition is to express your inner feelings, tell your happiness, your sadness, your happiness and your whispers. Words sometimes run out of your heart inadvertently like elves.

Come on, write more compositions! I like writing.

I love my family with my love.

Home, the harbor of the soul, the pure land of body and mind forever. Every time I encounter setbacks in an affair, the power behind it becomes stronger and stronger. Originally thought, love without reason is pale and thin, and can't stand the test of time. Until that moment, I vaguely understood the meaning of "love" and vaguely understood that love does not need a reason.

I have always believed that maternal love is the greatest and the most unrequited love. I still believe in this. But as I grew up and matured, I said nothing about my mother's loving advice. Whenever the school organizes an outing, I will handle my mother's instructions while sorting things out. In retrospect, bits and pieces of the past appear in my mind like movies. Looking from the beautiful ripples in the sea of memory, I was suddenly surprised: why did my admiration for my mother disappear in my childhood and now it has disappeared? Why does the image of a tall and kind mother become wordy now when I was a child? Why is kindness as a child serious now? Whenever I let my mother go to school alone, she always laughs and doesn't answer. Begging hard, my mother finally reluctantly agreed, and wrote her worries on her face when reminding me to pay attention to safety.

My father gave me more love than maternal love.

If maternal love is a cup of sweet sugar water, then paternal love is a cup of mellow coffee; If maternal love is a running stream, then paternal love is a vast sea. Maternal love is delicate and sweet, while paternal love is profound and broad. Sometimes my mother is like a lively and kind sister I know, and sometimes she is like a harsh English teacher. My father is not strict father, but more like a friend and hero. Looking back at yesterday in front of a foreign land, I was sad for a year, but the sunset and sunrise never changed. At this moment, I looked at my father's smile and couldn't speak unconsciously, so that the twilight of the sunset made me cry. If maternal love is the starry sky in midsummer, then paternal love is the starry sky in the middle of winter. Every time I look into my father's eyes, I have an illusion. Let me feel that behind those eyes is a big well, full of memories and long-term and firm thinking. On the other hand, its appearance shines with modern light, just as the sun shines on the leaves on the outer layer of a tree or between the ripples in a deep lake.

When I was in the second grade, I asked my mother more than once if she would go to school. Her mother always looked at me affectionately and didn't answer. Gradually, the righteousness has become a soft grind. When my mother finally agreed, my heart was like a wild horse without a reins. After a lifetime of unrestrained love and freedom, I have breathed more freedom and fresh air, and my little heart has an unprecedented feeling, just like a spring breeze blowing on my face.

School is over. Walk out of the school gate and look around. I was as excited as a rabbit when I didn't find a figure familiar to my parents. The calm appearance tried to hide the excitement. Step by step along the familiar road. Somehow, the long road in the past feels extremely short at this time. The moment I took out my key, I suddenly heard a familiar voice, which was comforting but somewhat ridiculous: "Not bad, I can go home by myself ..."

In this way, I run between home and school with my feet every day. I have experienced the late spring when a hundred flowers blossom, the summer when the sun shines brightly, the late autumn when red leaves are like fire, and the winter when clothes are wrapped in silver. Year after year, I passed through the third grade of ignorance, the fourth grade of innocence and the fifth grade of stress.

I remember when I was in the sixth grade, the school organized a spring outing and met at the school at three in the morning. In order not to wake my sleeping parents, I quietly woke my roommate and crept out of the house. Looking back, the whole building was shrouded in the early morning twilight, but the familiar position was still lit, and two figures stood in front of the window. There was a warm current in my heart, and the darkness ahead became bright at this moment. I have been walking in their eyes for so many years, and I am so happy.

An opponent who can't be modified will always be warm behind his back, always pay attention to it and don't know how to cherish it. I still remember a warm opponent who always took care of me. The ideal has finally come today, and I hope to share the glory. Indulging in scale, she was ungrateful, but maternal love never gave in. She was determined to break away from the struggle and finally repay her kindness. Spring breeze and rain warm my heart, and I care for it silently all my life. It was your warm eyes that taught me to look firmly at the road ahead and told me not to give up when I fell. I can't explain how to repay my kindness Love is infinite. Please allow me to say that I really love you.

3. I like writing. Look, girls who love writing love writing. Writing is an inseparable part of my life and the source of my life.

It seems that I was born in this world to write. Although sometimes I don't write well, I just love to write at school. This is me.

——————————— Inscription I love writing, and I really don't understand why I love writing so much until now. I don't know. I never knew.

I fell in love with writing in a casual moment, hopelessly. From then on, I fell in love with writing.

I also started writing. In my opinion, writing is the expression of emotion and the sustenance of the soul. Writing is like my evaluation of poor students.

In my primary school life, I should study my composition carefully and not be forced to write it, otherwise, it will not be compiled like that. Even if I did, I didn't really want to write as I wanted to say. If you want to write a good article, the Prime Minister should arouse his enthusiasm and interest in writing. In this way, when you really love writing, you will find that writing is so wonderful, just like you were depressed but happy, and suddenly realized that the world is so small and beautiful.

Writing is an emotional catharsis. Whoever expresses what he thinks and wants to say, just like painting, is permeated with a painter's mood and what he wants to express between the lines. It's just that painting uses changeable colors to express the connotation of the picture, while words are set off by the author's keen perspective and elite brushstrokes.

Don't get tired of writing a composition because you hate it. Up to now, I still have a sentence audited by Cupid: "If you have a dream, go after it."

No matter what you do, as long as you think, you are half successful. In other words, you can boldly use your active imagination. One day, you succeed and write an unparalleled composition, which means that you should move towards this ideal from now on.

That's what I did. I like writing as well as reading. Of course, I can write so many articles that impress teachers and classmates because of my reading, my other hobby-reading.

I love reading, I love reading. It is because of this hobby that I have accumulated a lot and laid a solid foundation for my writing. Only by connecting good words into good sentences can a good sentence become a complete article. I firmly believe this truth, so I have accumulated a lot of words and said them.

Composition is a long-term accumulation process of language. The more books you read, the more you write. If you can't write a composition, it may be that you don't have good writing materials. Open your eyes wide and observe the world around you attentively, and you will also find a lot of happiness with you! There is one more thing to pay attention to when writing a composition. You should learn to listen to others, try to find your own will to be unsuccessful in writing, and listen to other people's useful opinions, even if they are corrected.

When writing this composition, my father warned me not to play with the computer, but I continued to write it down stubbornly and stick to it! I didn't succeed in writing several compositions in class because I didn't stick it out. Originally, I wanted to type some good compositions written in school, but most of them were tired and began to write poems. Although I don't write well, I am satisfied and can write a complete composition, which is the happiest thing in my life. I hope what I wrote is helpful to you.

This is me.

4. I love semi-propositional composition. I love my family, which is the cradle of every child's growth and the harbor of every child's life.

I have a warm, happy and harmonious home. I love my family.

I love my family, a happy and warm family. My parents' meticulous care for me made me deeply feel the warmth of home.

Every time I come back from school, my mother is busy cooking good food for me in the kitchen. My father sits next to me and studies with me. Dad will patiently explain to me when I encounter problems that I can't. My mother is very concerned about my study. She was afraid that I was tired of studying and tried her best to strengthen my nutrition. Cook me a cup of hot milk every morning and cook for me all the time.

I love my family, a harmonious and happy family. In my family, it is always full of peaceful atmosphere, and our family of three always live in harmony.

Mom and dad have a very good relationship and hardly quarrel. Dad speaks humorously and always makes my mother and I laugh. I am a very sensible and willful child, and I don't make my parents angry.

If I do well in the exam, my parents will celebrate for me and take me to eat my favorite freezing point. I always pour a glass of wine for my parents first, because I know that my grades can't be achieved without the efforts of teachers and the cultivation of my parents. I love my family, a family I can rely on.

Whenever I encounter difficulties or grievances outside; It was my parents who helped me solve my difficulties, listened to my inner anguish and taught me how to face life and facts. They taught me that life will not be smooth sailing, but one should know how to face the challenges and tests of life. I love this warm and happy home, let love stay in my home forever.

I love my family. Everyone has a home, and everyone will love their home very much. So, I am no exception. Home can give people a warm feeling, make people full of confidence and cheer up from failure.

However, home is the most important pillar for people everywhere. I love my family for many reasons, the main reason is the environment of my parents and family.

"Love grows with time" is absolutely correct. Whether it is a person or a dead thing, as long as it is faced for a long time, it will have a deep feeling. Unconsciously, I have lived at home for thirteen years. There are my most beloved parents, the most familiar environment and my stories for many years.

At home, my parents are like my good friends. They laugh and laugh every day. Even though they are unhappy on their way home, as soon as they step into the house, my heart is as relaxed and free as being loosened. In the environment where I grew up, there were both happy and sad sides.

In the whole room, my favorite is my room. There is a desk, a big bed, a bookshelf, a dresser and a computer in the room ... I lie prone on the desk every day to do my homework, sleep on the big bed, and sometimes sit in front of the computer to relax when I am tired, so that my brain can relax after working for a long time, and I can flip through the books in the bookcase when I have time. Everything in the room is accompanied by my joy, anger, sadness and joy.

Another place I am familiar with is my small garden. There are green grass and flowers in the garden.

I often play in the garden. I love my family, every member of my family and every story of my family.

I love my family. I love my hometown. It makes me healthy and thrive. I love my home, because it gives me happiness and warmth; I love my family because it sowed the seeds of my interest. Come and see our family. My father loves table tennis and likes to watch some ball games, especially table tennis. Dad grabbed the remote control as soon as he got home to see if there was a ball game. When he saw something wonderful, he shouted "good shot, good shot", which scared my mother and me. Sometimes, my father watches ball games. I finally know that my father is a table tennis fan! Hard-working mother My mother is a hard-working person. Once she washed clothes, she didn't finish it until noon and didn't finish it until after 4 pm. After washing clothes, her hands ached with fatigue. She reached out and saw blisters on her hands and joints, but her mother didn't even shout "pain". I want to say to her: "you have worked hard, thank you for raising me for so many years." You are really something. " You are a hardworking mother! I love you! "I like to practice the accordion. I am a cheerful and quiet girl. My hobby is playing the accordion. Accordion can make us forget our troubles and be happy. It can make us love it deeply. Maybe it's us ... don't say we can't live without it, our whole family can't live without it. I practice just like eating, which is something I have to do every day. If I don't play, I feel like something is missing today. Look at that. Am I a girl who loves to practice accordion? " Ha ha ha ha "laughter filled the whole family. This is my home. Do you like my home, too? 1. I love my family. When I open the door of the room, I will see a family photo hanging on the wall. The chubby little boy in the middle is me.

The one with curly hair on the left is my father. This hair is not permed, it is natural.

On the right is my mother. She was wearing a pair of glasses and gestured "Yes". Let's start with my dad.

Don't say my dad looks a little old, but he has been to many countries. My father's English is also very good, and he speaks English in meetings every day.

My father also likes sports. As long as you have time, go to a trillion wade.

If I had nothing to do then, my father would let me go swimming. We are happy to compete swimming, diving and holding our breath in the swimming pool.

I love dad. Speaking of mom, just three words: really nagging.

I really want my mother to shut up. You see, as soon as I got up in the morning, my mother said, "Get up and have breakfast!" " "As soon as I got home, I heard my mother say," Go and take a shower. My body is sticky. "

When I was writing my homework, my mother said, "Sit up straight and write quickly!" " Before going to bed, say "go to sleep, I have to go to school tomorrow!" " "Well, I can hear my mother nagging before going to bed. But my mother did it because I was used to it, so I didn't feel bored.

I love my mother. Finally, talk about me.

I am 10 years old this year. But1.4m is not enough. I'm not 60 Jin.

Yes

I like writing. I like the four seasons, but I prefer winter. Although it is not as vibrant as spring, as lush as summer, and as bumper as autumn, it has conquered me with its unique beauty.

The most striking thing in winter is the white, soft and cold thing-snow. On a cold morning, when you wipe the frost off the window, the first thing you see is these white elves. The children ran out of the house one by one, and invited several good friends to play in the open space in groups, make snowmen and have snowball fights ... In a short time, snowmen smiled at us, and snowballs drew an arc in the air and landed on the "position" of the "enemy". The children are laughing and playing happily. This is the happiness that Grandpa Dong brings to people.

In winter, all the flowers wither, except Chimonanthus praecox, which seems to be struggling with strong winds and heavy snow. "I don't know the snow in the distance, because it has a faint fragrance." "The blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom is bitter and cold." It is precisely because plum blossom has suffered too much bitter cold that its fragrance can intoxicate people and cast its unyielding character, instead of dying as early as peach blossom and apricot blossom.

I like winter, because I like white snow and blooming plum blossoms.

6. I like writing. There was only one word "fear" in the composition mentioned before. Every time the teacher pulls out a composition topic, I immediately turn into a sad face and my heart is blocked. I have a headache when writing a composition. My hands are blank, my eyes are blue, and my mouth keeps muttering, "There is nothing to write about." The teacher had no choice but to bite the bullet and make up a copy. The teacher didn't Is to accuse my composition of being "empty". Therefore, when I saw the composition, it was like seeing the devil, and I sincerely envied those students with strong writing skills. I really entered the hall of composition, or I went to a composition class called Yiran after school started last autumn. In class, the teacher first led us to say "I am the best, I can do it", which made us full of confidence in learning. The teacher's teaching here is also very unique. Watching the chrysanthemum exhibition, visiting the park, climbing the pagoda, asking students to exchange views and feelings with each other, and then asking us to write articles, is of course a breeze. The teacher not only asked us to observe in class, but also told us: "Children who can observe are smart." I ask us to observe the things around us carefully according to the teacher's instructions. Gradually, I feel that my life has become colorful, and the flowers and trees around me have also become colorful. There are all kinds of sounds around us painted into beautiful symphonies. The articles I wrote are also very vivid. Taking a composition class is simply fun. We dub cats and mice, practice dialogues describing characters, watch cartoons of idiom stories, and learn to describe people's movements and demeanor. Looking at the photos of future celebrities, we learned to express our inner feelings ... Even a small egg can make colorful articles. The "Squeezing Egg Competition" made us marvel at the tolerance of thin eggshells. "Eggs automatically enter and exit the bottle" makes us feel the magic of pulling atmospheric pressure. I gradually like the writing here. I think writing is a happy taste and a pleasure. At the same time, I also like reading books. When I have free time, I eagerly read literary works. Whenever I write an article, I always use beautiful sentences that I usually get in books. The better my article is written, I am often praised by teachers at school, and my name is also on the list of winners in the composition competition. My classmates call me a little writer, and my heart is full of joy. Finally, I realized the fun of being a small writer, and I have been looking forward to writing better! I love grass, and some people like magnolia; Some people like charming willows; Some people like delicate and fragrant peony; Some people like tall and straight pines and cypresses, but I love the nameless grass alone.

It has no huge body, gorgeous posture and refreshing fragrance. It is so inconspicuous that you can't easily notice it. However, it is so extraordinary.

When the spring is chilly, the grass silently sticks its head out from the embrace of Mother Earth, shaking its pointed yellow-green head and admiring this beautiful world of deja vu. The new year has not yet arrived. It greedily sucks the sweet rain and tries to absorb the nutrients that are beneficial to its growth.

However, a few days later, the long and narrow green leaves danced in the spring breeze. Whether in the simple and fertile Yuan Ye or in the barren hills, there are their petite figures and their fragrant breath.

They strive to grow, embellish the earth with green bodies, dress up the spring, and make it more beautiful and full of vitality. The sight of this business school makes people feel full of endless power, and their hearts are full of a force to make progress.

Summer is here, the sun is shining, and the earth is like a huge steamer, which makes people impatient. Flowers hung their heads, birds that succumbed to the scorching sun stopped singing and hid in the shade to enjoy the cool. Cicada was "Cicada, Cicada" in the tree.

Only the grass is fighting silently, trembling with pain, and never willing to lower its stubborn head ... The wind blows away, lightning and thunder ... The storm is coming, which is a great disaster for flowers and trees. Some withered, some broke, some got involved in the soil, and some fell into ditches. Only the grass can make you wander around, let you rain unscrupulously and take root proudly forever. After the storm, the sky is bluer and the water is greener.

After the baptism of the storm, it became greener and more radiant. Who would have thought that a weak grass had such tenacious resistance! A drizzle of autumn wind gradually turned the grass yellow.

However, it doesn't want to beg people's pity. It just grits its teeth, endures, endures ... Every time, people may sigh: "Alas, the grass is dead!" " "But the next spring, you will be pleasantly surprised to find that the grass struggled out of the soil again. Start its challenging life again.

"The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with the seasons." Although it will wither, it bravely challenges the scorching sun and wind and rain; Even if it is ordinary after all, it has been wonderful.

I like wintersweet. There are many flowers and lovely people in the world, especially some literati, who seem to be born with flowers. I remember the book said: Tao Yuanming loved chrysanthemums alone in Jin Dynasty; Since Li Tang, the world has loved peony very much; Zhou Dunyi of Song Dynasty loved lotus flowers.

What about me? Although I can't compare with them, I also love a kind of flower, that is wintersweet. You see, after beginning of winter, when the north wind blows, the flowers wither, but the cold-resistant plum blossoms are in full bloom.

"It's not snow coming from afar, because it has a faint fragrance." Approaching plum blossom, its unique faint fragrance has been drilling into my heart and spleen, and that feeling is really like tasting a precious fragrant tea. Look carefully at the yellow transparent flowers, as bright as silk.

Ren Dan-sized buds grow on flexible branches, just like sticking small gold beads on branches with glue. When the north wind roared and the snow was falling, they all smiled and were full of golden plants. From a distance, they looked like a pile of golden flames lit in the snow.

The five petals on each flower are tightly surrounded in a circle, holding the slender stamens in the middle, and there is a little yellowish pollen at the top of the stamens! I picked a plum branch with buds and put it in a vase filled with water. Mom thinks: it can't get sunshine, and it may shrink before it blooms.

A few days later, I found this.

7. I love autumn. There are four seasons in a year, each with its own charm, and their fragrance floats to every corner of the world, attracting everything.

Some people like hot summer, because it is the best time to enjoy the lotus, just like Yang Wanli's "The lotus leaf is infinite, and the lotus is different in color." There is also his "Xiao He just showed his sharp corner, and the dragonfly has long stood on it."

Isn't this praising the graceful lotus? It's worth watching. Walking among them, there really is a feeling of "lotus in my heart". Some people like vibrant spring, because at that time, there were poems everywhere, just like He Zhangzhi's "Jasper-decorated tree, with countless strands of green silk tapestries hanging down."

That wicker is like a girl's hair, fluttering with the wind, leading us into a poetic realm, and there are countless beautiful sentences praising spring. Some people like snowy winter for no reason, just to be different, different.

But I like the simple golden autumn. People regard autumn as the embodiment of sadness, anxiety and trouble. The ancients had many beautiful sentences about sad autumn. Du Fu said, "I came from three thousand miles away. Sad autumn, my sorrow for a hundred years, I climbed this height alone. " That famous saying.

But I don't think so. I regard autumn as a happy angel, just like a rare poem in the world that likes and praises autumn. Liu Yuxi: "Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring."

When a crane rises above the clouds, it brings poetry to the sky. "I like the autumn wind. What blew right against my face was just the coolness that seemed to take away all the anger and troubles in my heart, leaving only inner peace and spiritual comfort; I like to pour autumn rain, because the faint desolation will open my heart and pour out my inner unhappiness to autumn rain.

I like autumn wind and autumn rain, and everything in autumn, but what I love most is the fallen leaves in autumn. On weekdays, I hate dust and dirt very much I am a clean person, but in autumn, I would rather open the window and let the autumn wind blow the fallen leaves into my window, my bed and my heart. Sometimes I wish my home was full of fallen leaves. At this time, I am not afraid of dust, and I don't complain about the harsh natural environment. I just put my whole body and mind into this golden world and taste it slowly.

In autumn, my home is colorful, and autumn leaves have very bright colors: princess red, gold, cyan, orange, or red and yellow. But there is no withered color among many colors.

I walked on the road, and the road was covered with golden and transparent leaves, which made it impossible for people to step on it. I love autumn and everything about it, because it is an ideal autumn, a golden autumn and a childhood dream.

8. Write a composition about what I like. I love my family, in this happy country full of love and affection.

Everyone has his own safe haven-that is home. To have a happy family, you must accept many tests.

Home gives us warmth, happiness, sweetness and affection ... For me, home is like a rainbow, and seven different colors are changing all the time. There are four members in my family, the pillar father, the inspector mother and the leisure messenger brother. My family is a radio station, and there are endless words every day.

My home is a place for leisure. Whenever I am tired of doing homework and playing games, I will lie in bed and have a good sleep, and enter the dream fairy tale paradise, Crystal Palace and interesting game world, but the good times will not last long. Just after a short break, my mother wakes me up to do my homework, cares about me, cares about my progress in study, sometimes talks to me, and finally peels an apple to refresh me.

Home is not only a gathering place for family members, but also a school to get rid of burdens and troubles. On the day when the mid-term exam results were handed out, I was under great pressure because I failed. On the way home, I was wondering if it would happen again. What language should I use to justify my poor exam? Will you be beaten when you get home? I wish the journey home was longer, but when I looked up, I was already at the entrance of Loudaokou. I'm so nervous. My red heart confronted my black heart and told me, "I'll give you two good ways." You just have to say that you did better than me. " This exam is very difficult, and many of them can't.

These two sentences will do nothing. "Red heart said," you should seek truth from facts and tell your parents the real reason.

When I can't tell who is right and who is wrong, I think of two words to guide me to the right: honesty. So I went home and told my parents about it. Not only did they say nothing, but they also encouraged me to say, "Don't be too sad, try again next time."

Hearing this, I began to cry. A few simple words, let me unload the burden in my heart. I secretly told myself: study hard and do well in the next exam.

Home is beautiful, warm and sweet. I love my family.

9. I love you. My mother's composition is 500 words. Specific requirements: I went back to my mother today and said, "I love maternal love like the rain and dew in spring, which moistens our hearts quietly;" Motherly love is like the spring breeze of Xi, soothing our hearts; Motherly love is like a boat, carrying us through all difficulties. Everything we have comes from our mother. Motherly love is the most selfless and sincere love in the world. I remember when I first went to school, my mother always carried my schoolbag on my back, helped me to tidy up my skirts, and told me to "study hard and listen carefully ..." Although it was short, every word contained the love my parents expected. My mother always gives it to me after school every day. Fried tomatoes with eggs. Later, I learned that it was my mother who read in the newspaper that eating these foods was nutritious. Although my mother is very concerned about me in life, she is very strict with my study. Once, my mother asked me to recite the ancient Chinese poem Brothers Lian, but I couldn't recite it, so I was so anxious that I tore it up. You hit me hard. Later, my mother gave me medicine and said, "Actually, mom ..." Big tears fell on my hands. I let you ride to school by yourself more than once, so I can't bother my parents to pick me up. However, my mother said to me, "the security outside is not very good now, and it is not safe for you to go to school alone." "My mother's words touched me very much. I feel honored and proud to have such a mother. Because she made me feel the deep affection in the world. Motherly love is selfless, great and simple. I want to say to my mother sincerely: "mom, I love you!" " " .