My family's situational songs write a composition.

1. Write a composition with the scene that I love my hometown, as little as possible. I love my hometown.

I love my hometown. My hometown is in a small mountain village in Baoding, Hebei. Although it is small, the scenery is charming. If you don't believe me, just follow me!

Spring, spring returns to the earth, and everything recovers. The river beside the mountain village thawed and sounded like a symphony. The grass by the river can't bear loneliness, and it emerges from the ground one after another. The young trees have sprouted. The green hills are full of peach blossoms. There are vibrant scenes everywhere.

In summer, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. The cicada on the old locust tree at the entrance of the village kept calling, as if to say, "It's so hot! It's so hot! " Old people play chess under the tree, fan their fans, drink herbal tea and laugh happily from time to time. Children are playing under the tree, with popsicles in their mouths and wearing shorts and vests. A domestic dog ran around them, spitting red tongue from time to time. It seems too hot to stand.

In autumn, the weather becomes cool, which is really a good harvest season. In the orchard, a group of farmers happily picked pears from Huang Chengcheng with knowing smiles on their faces. I also talk to other farmers about my harvest this year from time to time. There is a harmonious scene everywhere.

In winter, all the leaves on the trees are gone, the earth is covered with snow, and only wintersweet is still in full bloom. In the snow, a group of happy children are having a snowball fight, making a snowman and having a snowball fight. . . . . . Although winter is not as beautiful as summer, these naive children have added a lot of joy to Grandpa Dong.

Ah! I love you, beautiful hometown!

2. I want a composition describing the scene, and finally I have an activity class in the afternoon. My tired body suddenly ran to the table tennis room in three steps and two steps.

No wonder female colleagues go to dance halls at night. When they got there, the music started to move. The harder they dance, the less tired they feel. Now I feel something, which may be the reason why I am interested.

Far away, I heard the sound of "banging" and the laughter of my colleagues. As soon as I arrived at the ball room, "President Zhang's new racket made us appreciate it," said a colleague who spoke quickly, and he immediately surrounded me. At this time, the conversation turned to me again.

The rubber is sticky. The board is so light. It's so easy.

There was an uproar in the ball room, and two colleagues on the court quickly shouted "stop" and made a pause gesture. They want to leave their colleagues alone so that they can play with peace of mind.

But they turned a deaf ear and turned a blind eye, and the nephew lit a lantern-as usual (uncle), the wind of laughter and laughter haunted the campus through the doors and windows. According to the convention (in the order of playing in the ball room), Xiao Su plays. He took my new surfboard, looked at me and said he wanted to find a feeling.

Maybe the new board is sticky, maybe it is lighter than his own, maybe.

He always takes the high ball when he receives the service, and always flies when he presses the ball. His opponent is Zhang, the chairman of Steady Milk. He is called steady dad and is good at receiving defense.

In fact, colleagues love to call him steady milk, because steady dad has long belonged. In people's impression, the PE teacher is tall and powerful. In addition to receiving the service well and having a large defensive area, his angle of pushing the ball is very sharp, usually two big corners. During the pushing process, there is a downward movement, and the ball is twisted after being cut off. He is the most difficult person and the last bone that everyone wants to chew.

The ball that runs high is killed by the steady milk. The more anxious you are, the harder it is to play the ball. "nonsense!" There was a kiss between the board and the table, and my heart trembled and there was no reply.

"Little su, a chessboard or a virgin. Can you move a little, gently?

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The long-unreliable president of Iron Mouth opened his box. I have always been thick-skinned and joking, and I have been blushed and my neck is thick.

Xiao Su scoffed at the racket, touched it with his hand and said nothing! "200" is in the way. Do you want to make a fuss? Mei Tiezui is the first god in our school. His nickname comes from the TV series Ji Xiaolan with an iron mouth and copper teeth. Colleagues * * * all think that he is comparable to Ji Tiezui, even better than Ji Tiezui. The day before yesterday, the school leaders invited me to take a demonstration class for young colleagues to learn.

Because of too much homework and too much wine, I went to class without careful preparation. I don't know. All the school leaders and teachers who have no classes have gone. I feel embarrassed. Without careful preparation, it is disrespectful to people (I told myself not to do this again next time)! In the afternoon, Mei Tiezui blew me out of smallpox. "How many beautiful scenic spots are there in this class?"

How many rainbows.

How many feelings.

"Maybe I am an old comrade, maybe I am very popular. Well, everyone says everything.

I know! "Mei Chaofeng, can you stop?" I said that I like to call him slippery in private. It is because Mei Chaofeng in the novel "The Condor Heroes" is the same sex as him, and also because he has long arms and likes to block shots when playing basketball, which is similar to Mei Chaofeng's nine-yin white bones and claws.

Soon, Xiao Su was defeated and his milk stabilized. He proudly said on the stage, "This year we live by craft" (sometimes he likes to say this when he is free to win money at cards). It's my turn to play. The champion is still stable. He is very smooth today.

The new board really didn't suit me at first. I also catch the ball a little too high and always pull it too far. Steady milk took out his signature moves-clenching fists, raising hands, waving, and saying "learning from you" (really flattering).

I quickly adjusted my grip posture and reduced the intensity of catching the ball, which was immediate and much better. At this time, the score on the field was 9:9, and it was in full swing.

When I served, I immediately served a left, ultra-short and thick backspin. Stabilizing milk is worthy of the name. He is ready to quickly return a lob, chase and topspin, which is beyond my expectation.

I quickly stepped back and made a high-profile loop. "Smelly, smelly" (which means bragging) colleagues started talking again.

"High, really high" steady milk unhurriedly blocked another forehand corner kick, and colleagues praised it again. I quickly slid to the forehand position, grabbed a board and lost the ball.

"Leaking eggs", colleagues are in an uproar again. These ball critics don't give you face at all.

Unlike Angelababy, a table tennis commentator, you may say that you aim too accurately; It may also be that you want to pull the dead ball, and you have a little idea in your heart, and your hand is slow for half a beat; You can also say.

They tried to find something harsh and sad to say, but it was impossible for everyone! "Smell, it stinks.

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Mei Tiezui is showing off again. Once again, I stood at the heel of the service line, constantly balancing the ball with my hands and looking at the steady milk. He looks very proud.

He was surprised that my serve was the same as last time. He didn't expect me to change constantly and returned a backhand. I immediately hit the ball sideways with my forehand, and he blocked my forehand again. I rushed up and pulled a ball on a skateboard forehand and killed the racket! The activity room is like a bomb again! ! Maybe I am Ramon, and soon he lost two points in a row and was kicked out of the ring.

He made his trademark move again, saying, "Be like you". I think this statement should be true! .

The sound of the ball and the laughter in the activity room were blown far and far by the wind and spread all over the school.

And the laughter of the students on the playground echo each other, forming a beautiful picture of campus happiness. During those years in the country, I saw cows every day.

However, until now, only the big eyes of cattle can be seen. In winter, cows are chained to the door to bask in the sun.

It lies prone, its mouth keeps grinding, and its eyes seem to be wider than when it is busy. Cow's eyes seem to be white and pale.

I said it was pale, perhaps because it had bloodshot lines on it. I think the combination of these two colors can only be imitated by the scenes of dead silence and mourners crying.

Cow's eyes are too big and bulging too high, which makes you afraid. When I passed the cow when I entered the yard, I always noticed that the cow's bulging eyes were staring at me.

I can't help thinking that it's staring like this.

3. My favorite song, Let Love Live in My Home, 400 words "Let Love Live in My Home, Brother, Mom and Dad, Love will always play with me without quarreling ..." What a beautiful sentence and a touching song! When I was listening to this song, tears almost rolled down my eyes. It touched me and made people feel sad and angry.

Memory 5. In the 12 earthquake, many people gave their lives and put their lives on the front line of rescue. Rescuers don't give up all hope of life, and people in the ruins don't give up their lives. News reports are also reported from time to time. This is also the heart of our compatriots in China. The spirit of life is immortal, love is constantly radiating, and loving hearts are connected together regardless of distance, forming a touching picture. Life also shows tenacity and fragility. In do or die, many mothers leave the hope of life to their children; Many teachers also leave the hope of life to their students. A touching picture, an unexpected picture, a great move. Love is constantly released. These pictures make people cry, and the actions of life and death bring love into my home.

But-I recall the Xiaoyueyue incident in June of 5438+00. A 2-year-old girl was run over by a car twice, 18, but passers-by were arrogant and walked by casually. An old rag-picker lovingly picked up Yue and pulled her aside. However, thinking … and being forced … cold eyes, blank thoughts, and cold people all appeared when Yue was hit.

Sadness, sadness! Can't a small life be compared with 5? 12 are people's lives in the ruins of the earthquake equally valued? 2 years old is also a measure of life, so why not protect her? These silences drove love out of the house.

Let love live in my home, which is the home of China compatriots-China. Let love live in my house and never leave.

4. Write about the scenery of my home. The scenery around my home is very beautiful and lovely.

There is a flower bed in front of my house, which is planted with Chinese rose, rose and dandelion.

On my left, there is an old man. He has four lovely puppies and planted several orange trees. When oranges are ripe in autumn, the oranges on the tree look like red lanterns. The old man just picked some oranges for me.

On the right side of my home, there is a lake with small fish, shrimps and crabs. Aunt also has a piece of land and planted a large piece of Chinese cabbage. In autumn, my aunt went to the field to cut some Chinese cabbage for my grandmother. She also told my grandmother to make me more vegetables.

There are several persimmon trees behind my house. In autumn, when the melons and fruits are ripe, grandpa will take grandma to pick persimmons for me to eat. There is a bamboo forest next to the persimmon tree. Bamboo forest is dense, thin and tall, straight and slender. I heard from my grandmother that my father found duck eggs here before when he was a child, but I asked her why she didn't have them now.

The composition describing the scene has not yet entered the market gate, and there are already people and voices inside. The market is divided into vegetable area, fish, meat, poultry, egg area and commodity area. We followed the crowd into the vegetable market. I saw the vegetables and fruits in it, which were fresh, rich and dazzling. There are green vegetables, white radishes, watery celery, ruddy tomatoes, prickly cucumbers and various agricultural and sideline products. People can choose their favorite fresh and tender vegetables at the booth, which is slightly more expensive than the state-owned food market. ?

Walking into the market, mutton "hot pot" exudes fragrance. There are more and more people, and the narrow streets are crowded with people. Suddenly, a walking tractor drove past the south and kept ringing. However, it took a long time to "get through" and walked two or three feet. ?

Listen, this side shouted, "Excuse me, excuse me! Hit it, hit it! " There shouted, "The goods are on sale! Special offer! Fine white cloth, triangle 5 1 foot. " "Do you want to eat? Scraped spiced sunflower seeds. " "Sugarcane! Sugar cane! Tender and sweet! " "Good cabbage, come and buy it!" ?

Look, the stalls in that department store are one after another. The long street from east to west is surrounded by people on both sides. I saw a middle-aged woman holding a stack of brand-new RMB, pointing to the children around her and saying, "Is there a hat worn by such children?" "Yes" "How much is it?" "One dollar and sixty cents." The girl's grandmother said, "It's so expensive, don't buy it." The child heard the grievance and said, "I want it, I want it." The woman said to the old woman, "If you have money this year, buy one for your child!" " "Grandma agreed, and the woman handed the money to the clerk. Wearing a brand-new fur hat, the baby jumped with joy. As soon as I turned around, I saw the "hot pot" surrounded by people, eating with relish, and the children pestered their mothers to eat "hot pot". Mother bought two bowls, one for the old man and the other for her and the children ...?

Watching the three of them eating delicious food, I can't help but say that this is a lively market and a group of happy people.

The 6.600-word composition My Home describes the appearance of home, not the home of family members, but a warm place and a beautiful song. Love is the main theme, and harmony is accompanied by love. The snail's home is very small, just a snail's shell, and the star's home is very big, which is a vast universe. Although my home is ordinary, it carries my dreams, hopes and longings. ...

My home-the cradle of growth. I was born in an ordinary family, and since I was a child, my love has gradually deepened in my heart. Dickens once said, "The most troublesome thing in the world is to look down on your home." But I have no regrets about my home, which is the most precious wealth in my life. I have a kind and kind mother. Under her careful care, she taught me truth, goodness and beauty, and let me look at all people and things with a beautiful heart. Dad is very strict with me, he is not as gentle and considerate as his mother, but under his strictness, I have made better progress on the road of growth, and I have learned the perseverance to face difficulties! After growing up, my family gradually understood the most beautiful and sacred thing in the world: gratitude! I want to learn to be grateful, first of all, my parents: thank you, I love you! Composition Network home.sanwen8.cn

My home, a sheltered harbor. Hino once said: "Family is not only the residence of the body, but also the sustenance of the soul." The process of growing up is bumpy and tortuous, and home has become my strong backing and the only reliance. I am like a sailboat drifting at sea. At first, it was calm and sunny. But when the storm warning sounded, the lonely sailboat began to look confused and at a loss. When she began to face this sudden disaster and despair, a lighthouse not far away lit up and she found the harbor. So, I plucked up my courage, raised the sail of hope and approached the harbor. Among them, the lighthouse is the mother's kindness, and the harbor is the father's solid arm. It's them! They protected my fragile mind and rekindled my vision and hope for the future.

7. Composition The most lively scene in my family is 200 words. I still remember a night last summer, a night without bright lights, a night I yearned for.

At that time, we moved for a year or two, and the line was not very good. Someone deliberately broke it, so the power was often cut off.

"alas! The power went out again. " I complained and thought: I can't watch TV again. My parents have moved a chair to greet me: "Come out quickly and have a family talk." I came out helplessly, playing mobile games and listening to adults talking about family life. When you are tired of playing, look up at the bright moon and starry night sky, with a constellation guide in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, and then see if there are the same stars in the night sky. Whenever I find a constellation, that feeling is happiness and a sense of accomplishment.

When everyone came home after talking about home, mother found some candles, then found two beer cups to light, and three people nested on the sofa. Mom and dad talked about the games they played when they were children, the things they did wrong, and said that I was born lucky and didn't know.

Now, thousands of families are brightly lit, and neighbors are missing the words of the past. My parents are also busy with their own affairs and have no time to introduce their struggle history to me. At dinner, I asked my mother, "Why isn't the power cut off now?" Mom smiled and said, "It's better not to stop. Now that the technology is developed and the line is good, there will be no power outage. "

Alas! Technology is good, but people are getting farther and farther away, close at hand, but so far away. I really want to cut off the power now and go back to that night!

The Beautiful Scenery of My Home The Beautiful Scenery of My Home

Beautiful scenery is all around us. It's just that we often don't find it. There is a tall bamboo beside my house. A small bamboo bent to the side of the road, as if smiling at passers-by. There are many bamboo leaves on the bamboo, which are very dense. Bamboo leaves are being pushed, as if vying for the position inside. There is a tree next to it, full of beautiful flowers.

Further south, there is a piece of soil with round trees planted on it, and flowers are scrambling to open. There is also a colorful flower, red like fire, yellow like gold, green like leaves, blue like sky, pink like chardonnay and white like jade.

In the west, loggers are pruning trees as thin as a seriously ill old man. I thought they were logging, but I finally realized that they were cutting pale and emaciated branches and leaves.

In the north, one unique flower after another appeared in front of my eyes. Especially the leaves, it's strange. The name of "Pianjin" flower is really worthy of the name!

We have beautiful scenery here. I hope you can visit.

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