Excellent composition of heartfelt wishes

In study, work and life, many people have had the experience of writing, and they are all familiar with writing. According to the characteristics of writing propositions, writing can be divided into propositional writing and non-propositional writing. What is the composition you have seen? The following is an excellent composition I compiled for you, hoping to help you. 1

It seems that I have never had a happy time with you in my memory. Whenever my classmates tell me about my happiness with my father, there will always be an invisible pain in my heart. I always feel that only my sister is your pistachio in your seriousness, so my heart never dares to approach you.

I know that you are always busy, for the sake of our family. You are unwilling to be left behind and always let your family live a good life. But I think the most important thing is to make your children prosperous. You are so hard at home. You always ask me to do this and that, but you never think about my feelings. Looking at you and your sister laughing and laughing every day, my heart is always so painful. Can't I have love? You always give your love to your sister, but I don't know what you love. I only listen to my classmates tell me about my father, but I don't know how to speak and evaluate. At home, we don't have the same language. Whenever I want to talk to you, my sister is by your side, so happy to see your dormitory, and with me, you always keep a straight face and have no happiness. Sometimes I tell myself that it may be unnecessary. It pains me that you look at me with that heartless eye. A kind of pain, invisible pain, entered my heart, I can't express it, only pain, just tears.

During the days when I was in hospital, I saw hope and you were running around for me. At this time, I realized that you loved me, too. At that time, my heart was so excited that I really wanted to say "Dad, I love you" to you to know how kind you are. I couldn't help crying. I told you the truth for a few days and nights and told you everything I had hidden in my heart.

Once, a man asked me, "What's the difference between China people and foreigners? They seldom tell their relatives that I love you!" I am such a person, but dad, I really love you, thank you for giving me another life. I just want to repay you with a pure and grateful heart. 2

In June, the sun was baking the earth, as if to "cook" all the pedestrians on the street. At this time, I was waiting for the bus at the bus stop. It took a long time to wait for a bus. At this time, people scrambled to get on the bus. The driver yelled at them to queue up to get on the bus, but they were obsessed with it. Finally, they all got on the bus, and I got on the bus in the back. When the bus arrived at the next stop, an old woman got on the bus. At this time, there were no seats on the bus, but the young people who took seats ignored it and played with their mobile phones and chatted. So the grandmother stood all the time, and she almost fell down after braking several times in the middle. Fortunately, there was an aunt beside her who kept supporting her.

Among them, there is a beautiful young sister who is sitting in her seat and saying, "Which one of you will make room for this grandmother?" But she didn't mean to give up her seat at all. At that time, I was thinking: can't you give your seat to her yourself? She looks so beautiful, but she is so hypocritical. What if grandma falls? I have been standing next to her, and then my aunt got off the bus, so I helped her.

A lot of people got off the bus halfway, but no one would save a seat for grandma. When this person got off the bus, that person grabbed his seat, and went on and on, so that grandma didn't sit in the seat. When she arrived at the station, grandma got off. At that moment, I felt that grandma's heart should be very hurt, so suddenly no one thought of giving up her seat. "I am old, and people are old." We should all feel familiar with it! What do you think when your parents are outside and no one gives them help? What do you think when you are old and have trouble going outside, but no one comes to help you? We should put ourselves in other's shoes. You should help other people's parents and children when they are in trouble outside. In this way, when your parents are in trouble, naturally someone will lend a helping hand and give them help!

From the bus incident, I think people in the world should not help each other. But now? They only care about themselves, of course, this represents only a small number of people, and most people should help each other! 3

My father is an office worker. He works in a garage and goes out early and comes back late every day.

Today, as usual, Dad didn't come home until nine o'clock. Dad, I hope you can stay with me, forget your work for a while and take time to stay with me. Dad, please let me help you wash your feet, let you unload your burden, let me make you a cup of tea and let you have a rest. I wish you could stay with me, even if it's just a chat. Look at your busy back, I want to help you reduce your burden, but how can I help you because I have to go to school and you have to go to work? Now, there is foot washing water and tea, but where have you been?

One day, during the school holiday, I said I would do something for my parents. I thought: I would wash my father's feet once to make him happy on Father's Day. So, I came to the factory and said to my father, "Happy Father's Day, Dad!" " Dad gave me a deadpan look and casually said, "Ah, happy." When I heard this sentence, I was suddenly lost. I hope to see your smiling face, not nothing! Run over and shout loudly: "Today is Father's Day, can't you accompany me?" I saw my father took out his mobile phone and handed it to me. He also said that he would let my mobile phone accompany me. Then, he slowly left with the work document in his hand. I use mobile phone WeChat to express my feelings with my classmates. They just encourage me, but what I want more is my father's attention. It seems that my work is not important in my father's heart.

I want to go back to the spring when everything was revived. You accompany me to enjoy the flowers. In the hot summer, you took me swimming, as lively as a fish; In the cool autumn, you accompany me to pick fruit; In the bitter winter, you accompany me to sit on the sofa and watch TV with a quilt. But now, because of work, you are gradually alienated from my relationship. Come back, Dad, and become the old you. Come back to my mother and me, and our whole family will be together.

Dad, I hope you can hear my heart and spend more time with me. Dad, I love you! 4

If there is not even a drop of clean water and a breath of fresh air on the earth, what will human beings live on?

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The morning sun rises with the dawn, and the warm spring breeze caresses the land wet by rain. The crisp birdsong pierced the silent sky, and the winding river changed from clear to garbage dump. Mother earth is sobbing, and the beauty that once existed no longer exists, leaving only memories.

The blue sky is the voice of Mother Earth. Once upon a time, the sky was still beautiful, with a red sun and a few white clouds floating from time to time. Let the exhausted workers look up and feel comfortable. After the rain, a rainbow appeared, which became the best material for sketchers. Even if it is windy, it is as blue as ever. Let the wanderers who are far away from home have more comfort. But now, the chimney of the factory has broken the beauty, the rolling black smoke has dispersed the white clouds, the air is filled with unpleasant smells, the blue sky has begun to change, and the rainbow has gradually disappeared. The blue sky turned gray. The ceaseless emissions from factories, coupled with the blessing of vehicles such as cars, make the sky unable to restore its original appearance. Mother Earth's voice vented her inner dissatisfaction through earthquakes, tsunamis and volcanic eruptions, warning people that the environment will be returned.

A clear stream is the voice of Mother Earth. Once upon a time, the lake was beautiful, the fish swam happily in this world, the stones were clearly visible, and the sunlight reflected on it was a little more interesting. Playing on the shore is the happiest thing. Now, there are large areas of white garbage on the lake, and uncivilized phenomena occur from time to time. Humans don't care about the stench in the water, but instead, they have spilled countless plastic bags on the calm lake. Mother Earth can't stop sighing. We often see news reports that a lake is filled with garbage. What happened to us humans? Can't we learn so many lessons from the past? This is a thought-provoking question, and it is also the reason why Mother Earth shed tears.

Mother Earth still has many voices. The most important thing is whether we can start from ourselves. As the old saying goes, let Mother Earth see a beautiful home. Maybe the blue sky and clear lake will come back again! Excellent composition 5

"I am a grass, a silent grass, and no one will pay attention to me, let alone care about me. Wildfire never quite consumes them, they are tall once more in the spring wind' I don't have the delicate flowers. I don't need your care, but please respect me and don't hurt me. "

"I slowly opened my eyes that day. I always thought that the sky would be bluer and whiter than I imagined. I was wrong. When I opened my first eye, I was sure I was wrong. A group of children are laughing, running and flying kites on us, running and running again and again. My brothers and sisters stand up straight again and again because we are strong. Suddenly, a huge nylon tablecloth covered us, and I seemed to be out of breath. The group of people sat down at once. Just when I was in a daze, they got up, but the residual garbage was still on us. The smell of those junk foods filled our bodies until my dear cleaning aunt took it away. Some of my brothers and sisters can no longer stand upright. They have fallen down and can no longer show our strength. "

"Why, in your eyes, I am only humble. Haven't I done enough for people? The beauty of flowers, we never envy, just silently foil. We are absorbing people's increasing carbon dioxide day by day, and we have no complaints. Until it is destroyed by people day after day, until the daily anger accumulates, until it is still unbearable. "

"In fact, I like those children very much. It is their ignorance that makes them think that we should be treated like flowers. They pick up the garbage from us every day. They never trample on us. They appreciate us as noble plants. If someone tramples on us, they will go back and stop it. That care moved us. This concern makes us feel that what people do is really insignificant. "

"In fact, we don't need these. As long as we respect each other, we won't care about our efforts. We are willing to pay for you, and we will turn the whole world into a' green' in obscurity. I want to talk to you about my heart, Dad.

Dad, since I went to primary school, I've been like a bird in a cage, locked up and unable to do anything. I remember that day, I did my homework all afternoon and wanted to play computer games. When you saw it, you said to me, "Stop playing and do your homework. Finish your school homework and do your exercise paper." Your basin of cold water immediately turned me into a "soaked chicken", so I had to go back to my room. Tears flowed and flowed like broken beads, wiping and wiping. I saw you sitting in front of that computer, and my heart ached like a knife, and my tears came out again. I was doing it, vaguely looking at the clock, it was past 11 o'clock, and I gradually fell asleep.

I remember when I was in kindergarten, I liked dancing. Every time I learned a new dance, I learned it the fastest. No teacher didn't praise me. How flexible I was then! Every word, bend over and leg press are well practiced. What about now? You said that I can't do this and that. I just hope that I can study hard and get ahead. But have you thought about my feelings? I'm really tired! I have seen the guzheng, and I liked her at first sight. How soft the strings on her body are! I told you that I wanted to learn guzheng, but you objected, "You'd better study hard and don't think about anything else." Do you know how sad I was there? I want to play it, no, even if I touch it! That day, I saw it. I ran to touch it and played it. Although the sound was not so beautiful, I was still intoxicated. I was fascinated by myself, but all this was broken by you! You ruined my wish. I want to play computer, but you won't let me. I want to learn to dance, and you won't let me. Now, I want to learn guzheng, but you still won't let me. I'm really sad!

dad, I know you want a girl to become a phoenix, but I'm really tired. I hope that after you see this, you can set me free and let me be a free bird. 7

I am a desk, wearing a big brown coat and a big belly, where children can put books, stationery and toys. I am not tall, and I am an indispensable good partner for first-grade children in school. Every day, my little master writes, reads and draws pictures on me. I like my little master very much, and I like the children at school very much, and I prefer to have classes with them.

At first, my young master was very kind to me. During the music class, my young master sang and played a loud rhythm with me. I was so happy. At noon, my little master will take a nap on my body. I can hear my little master's gentle breathing and strong heartbeat. I think this life is very happy. After school, the young master will take a bath for me, then carry his schoolbag and go home; Then I will stay quietly in the classroom and wait for the young master to come again tomorrow with laughter. Sometimes, when the master writes wrong words, he will use an eraser to erase the wrong words. Eraser crumbs get all over me, which makes me itch all over. But I will be particularly happy to see the young master's handwriting getting more and more neat and get back the exercise book, and the happy expression praised by the teacher.

However, the young master grows up day by day, but he becomes more and more naughty. He will secretly draw pictures on me, write ugly "three-character classics" on me, draw faces on me, and sometimes viciously poke holes in me, making me cry with pain. What's worse, the young master will "operate" on me with an art knife, which makes me extremely miserable! How I miss the sensible and lovely little master before.

Finally, I hope the teacher can tell my little masters and all the children to stop hurting me. I sincerely hope that the little masters can love me as much as I love them! Excellent composition with heartfelt wishes 8

Hello everyone! I am an ordinary grass, and I want to talk with friendly human beings about my heart.

my friends and I live in a park with elegant environment, where there is fresh air, moist soil and flowers around. Of course, there are also good friends who often come to visit. Naughty winds also play with us, and we "sing" and "dance" happily. If we get up late, honey bees will wake us up. If we are tired, Uncle Sun will wash our hair, making us more and more green and abundant.