That excellent composition

No matter in school or in society, when it comes to composition, everyone is certainly familiar with it. Composition is a narrative method that expresses a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. How to write a good composition? The following are the excellent compositions I collected for you, for reference only. Welcome to reading.

The experience of that excellent composition 1 is Wang Yang, and the harvest and understanding are the boats that take you through the wind and waves again and again. As time goes on, our ship will become stronger and stronger. But that harvest may be the most useful harvest in this life-boldness.

This may be nothing to others, but it was a great progress for me at that time.

When I was a child, I only talked to people I knew, and I simply regarded people I didn't know as monsters, let alone talk. Over time, my communication skills became worse and worse, and I wanted to isolate myself more and more, but that day, my mother's practice opened this isolated space for me. ...

That day, I went shopping with them in the street. Suddenly I saw a biscuit seller. My mouth is watering. I immediately begged my mother to buy me a snack, but my mother gave me a few dollars to buy it myself. My face is longer than that of a donkey. Isn't it obvious that my mother asked me to buy it myself when she knew that my communication skills were poor? Hum! If it is a big deal, I won't eat it. Anyway, I have plenty of opportunities to buy it in the future. But my mother bought a few and gave one to the whole family, but she didn't give me my share. Looking at everyone's satisfaction, it seems to challenge me: do you dare to buy it yourself? I hate it: I can't eat it at all! However, the fragrance stimulated my nerves again and again, and slowly, my mouth watered. Finally, I couldn't bear it any longer. I ran over with the money, bought a sesame seed cake and ate it happily. Everyone looked at me with approval, and I was extremely happy.

Since then, the isolation space has been opened. This is my deepest harvest. What about yours?

In the cold light at that time, the eyes of more than 50 classmates and a teacher turned to me, and I cried in these eyes. ...

That day, in the morning, during the break, I played with some classmates in the classroom. At this time, the group leader threw me an exercise book, and when I returned to my seat to put the book, the terrible thing began.

After reading the book, I looked around for my classmates. Just as I was about to leave, a female classmate and several male classmates rushed into the classroom. With a bang, the female classmate next to her fell to the floor, and there were some wet marks on the floor. I thought it was a light fall on the floor, so I didn't care.

When I arrived, the teacher in class kept a straight face and began to tell an earth-shattering event without even shouting "stand up"

"Today, a female classmate in our class has a broken tooth. You must know the person who pushed this female classmate down best. Say it yourself! " There was silence in the classroom, no one spoke, and I don't know who did it. The teacher began to ask the female classmate, I saw people around me. The lesbian said that she only saw an orange coat. Ah, I was the only one wearing an orange coat in my class that day. All the students are looking at me. What? Did I do it? More than 50 pairs of eyes stared at me like that, which made me wonder if I did it myself: would I accidentally trip her?

The teacher looked at me and a voice in his heart said, "Not me! Don't look at me! " The teacher began to be fierce: "If you don't tell me, I will tell your parents." I was so anxious that I said it wasn't me, but the students around me were also saying, "Admit it!" The teacher is threatening me to tell the truth, too. "But I really didn't see this female classmate!" I cried too. But people just don't believe me.

At this time, the lesbian said that she seemed to have tripped over the door frame. The matter ended like this, but I still left a few words in my heart-"The feeling of being wronged is really uncomfortable."

That excellent composition 3 just passed the exam a few days ago. Today began to produce results. My heart was pounding, and the teacher began to read, "Liu Yushu 97, Wang Zongli 70, Zhu Lei 88 ..." When the teacher read Shark Wang, my heart stopped beating and held my breath, but I only got 75 points. The teacher said: Shark Wang said it went backwards quickly this time. I almost cried when I heard this sentence, but I can't figure out why I got more than 90 points in this exam. I was just thinking that at this time, the teacher had already handed out the paper. When I saw it was 75 points, I would definitely be beaten by my father when I went home, so I moved my head. ......

Thinking that I could turn seven into nine with a red pen, I began to turn seven into nine. I got 95 points this time, and I will definitely be rewarded with hundreds of dollars when I go home.

When I got home, my mother saw that I got 95 points, and my father also came home to see that I got 95 points. He also praised me and said, "I did well in the exam this time. Come on, try to get 98,99, 100. " I said; I will. Then my parents gave me 500 yuan to buy food. I went to the supermarket and bought a bunch of food for 598 yuan. I started eating, but I always thought it was not good. This is not my real achievement, so I feel that I cheated my parents and myself.

Still can't sleep at night. I think of these things when I sleep, or dream about them. I decided to tell my parents the next day. The next day, I told my parents about changing my grades and told them that I had regretted it. Please don't hit me. Father said, "Honesty is a good boy, and we won't hit you."

Everyone has unforgettable things, and my most memorable time is that time. Want to know why? Then please enjoy it!

I remember that day, my classmates and I went swimming in the swimming pool. When I got there, we parked our bikes in the parking space, gave the money to the grandmother who looked after the car, and then walked to the gate. We came to the swimming pool talking and laughing. When I reached into my trouser pocket to get money, I found that my wallet was gone, and my companion was as anxious as a cat on hot bricks to help me find it. Then Xiaohong (who can't say his real name) said, "Could it be that you left it in the basket?" I thought, yeah, maybe I really left it in the basket and ran to the door. I ran to the parking space and looked into the basket, but I didn't even see the shadow of my wallet. I thought it must be the old woman watching the gate, and then I thought, No, that old woman always smiles at people. How can she steal my money? Forget it. I think I should ask her. Unconsciously, I came to the lounge. I found my grandmother. I asked her, "Grandma, have you seen my wallet?" Grandma said, "No, why, I can't find my wallet?" "Yes," grandma's smiling face suddenly became serious. Without saying anything, she took out a crumpled ten-dollar bill from her trouser pocket and handed it to me, saying, "Take the money and go swimming first. I will help you find your wallet now. I'll give it to you when I find it! " "Then she walked to the door.

I stood there with this ten-dollar bill, which was like a huge stone, and tears blurred my eyes. It was a long time before I came to my senses and walked slowly to the door. When I was about to walk to the swimming pool, a voice came from behind me: "Wait a minute, son, your wallet!" " "I looked back and saw that the old woman was running towards me with my wallet. She said to me, "don't be careless in the future, your wallet was lost by the grass over there!" ""Say that finish, she handed me the wallet and disappeared into the vast sea of people.

How much I wanted to say thank you to her, but I never had the courage to say it. This matter has a great influence on me, and grandma's noble quality of helping others will always inspire me!

I suffered a lot of grievances and cried since I was a child, from which I learned some principles of being a man and dealing with people. But once I cried, not wronged or sad, but happy.

That day, after I finished my homework as usual, I looked out of the window casually and blankly at a bird. The bird flew from east to west, jumping and calling. Needless to say, it must be because it is Saturday and it is so happy that it is so naughty. It played and played, and I watched and watched. Suddenly, a big bird flew by. I guess it's the mother of the bird. The big bird "chirped-chirped" a few times, as if calling the bird home. The bird followed the big bird cleverly and flew away lightly. ...

"Have a meal!" Mother shouted. I'm in a daze, and nothing can get into my ears. My mother didn't see me coming out, so she came to my bedroom door and saw me in a daze. She said, "There is braised pork at noon." I listened and rushed to the restaurant. Sure enough, there was a big pot of braised pork on the table, and my mother looked at me gently with her chin cupped. I asked my mother, "Why don't you eat braised pork?" Mother replied that she didn't like it.

I stayed for a while. Obviously, my grandmother told me before that my mother especially likes braised pork. When I was a child, my mother liked braised pork soup and bibimbap best. These flashed through my mind, and at that moment, I seemed to understand something. In fact, my mother wants to save all the best for me and leave me some food!

When my mother went to pour water, I put some meat under my mother's rice and filled it with soup. After doing this, there were tears in my eyes. I ran into the bedroom and cried.

Poverty inherits the wind! Mom and dad are the most selfless. They always leave the best for their children.

It's not too late. The night passed quickly. Before I could stay, the sky was high, but I couldn't see my fingers. I stand at the end of this street lamp, but it's the only way home. The road is not far, it's about 700 meters to get home. Although I walk back and forth every day, I am familiar with it, but I have never come back alone so late. The breeze blows cold air. I stopped walking here, and I was anxious but helpless. I really don't have the courage to leave.

There was a blackboard newspaper at school today, and it was already dark when it ended. I don't feel anything when talking and laughing with a few classmates, so I'm the only one left. I don't know when the street lamp on my way home broke down. I can't see the road ahead, not even a glimmer of moonlight. I feel empty around. I feel something staring at me not far away. I summon up courage again and again, trying to rush through the darkest part, but I shrink back again and again, and there is no one around, so I hope someone will come with me!

"Only a few minutes. I hope I have finished this section. " I want to, but my legs don't listen to me, and my glasses stare at the darkness in front of me. There seems to be a figure in the tree in front of me, but I can't see any color. As the wind swings from side to side, what is it, a ghost or a monster? It didn't seem to be there just now. I almost cried. I knew I couldn't take this step.

Just when I was surprised and scared, footsteps broke the silence. My heart is racing: Who is it? Do I know it?

"chenchen" came in a hurry, and her voice sounded natural: "What are you doing standing here? Are you afraid to leave? "

It turned out to be my mother. I feel happy as if it is dawn, my tight body is relaxed, and I cry with joy: "Mom, you are here!" " "

Mom smiled and said, "The teacher said that you stayed at school today and published a blackboard newspaper. Seeing that it is so late, I know that you are afraid of the dark, and I will pick you up. " After that, I turned on the flashlight on my mobile phone, took me in one hand and walked home together. I thought of the food prepared at home and felt that I was moving towards happiness!

Although I came home late, my mother always appeared on my "key" life path in time. It's not too late to love! .

That excellent composition was hurried seven times, fleeting and even left no trace. But when I suddenly look back and count the past, there are always some memories that I can't erase in my life. Whenever we pick it up, there will always be a faint touch in our hearts, which is touching.

I was confused before, I didn't know what real life was like, and I didn't know how to cherish it. But that time, I was really touched. Open the photo album of memory and savor it. As if it happened yesterday, it caught my eye.

My mother and I went to the supermarket that time. "There are so many people today!" Mom got on the bus, looked at the whole car and said. Yes, people are next to people, and there seems to be no gap in the whole carriage. Looking at the scenery and high-rise buildings that flashed quickly outside the window, I lost my mind and felt a little sleepy. But soon, someone caught my attention.

Sitting in the back row is an old man. I saw his brow furrowed, his face pained, his hands clutching his chest, as if he were dying ... Sure enough, he covered his mouth with his hands, his cheeks were immediately filled, and with a "wow", he spit it out.

Suddenly, the already crowded bus was filled with stench for an instant. People around him covered his nose and mouth and looked at the old man with disgust and contempt. Grandpa stood where he was, embarrassed, as if he were going to cry.

At this moment, a lady who has been silent quietly came out, took out a bottle of water from her bag and handed it to the old man. I took out the broom and dustpan beside me and cleaned it. The onlookers, like people who just woke up, took out napkins and mouthwashes and handed them to grandpa.

Miss Jie quickly got off the station and looked at the back of her leaving. The sun shone on her. At that moment, she was like an angel, waving golden wings.

Since then, I have never been confused about what is moving. Because I firmly believe that where there is a heart, there are feelings.

My little pet is a little. It left this colorful world last week.

One is my little hamster. It's a lost hamster. Its hair is gray and its body is only the size of my palm, so I gave it a name.

This is a wild hamster. On weekdays, it always flies freely at home. Pull everywhere when you are in a hurry. My mother is very angry and wants to kick it out of the house. I was so anxious that I shouted, "No, no! Don't throw it away at all, will you keep it? I promise it will never pee anywhere again. "

Seeing that I like it so much, my mother finally nodded and promised to leave some, but on one condition: I must train the habit of defecation.

From then on, I let a little go to the designated place to pee every day, and I made a little obedient like an animal trainer.

On that day, I gave it my favorite food as usual, but on this day, it was lying on its favorite treadmill, dying, with dull eyes, like a lump of soft mud spread on it, and its bulging stomach was faintly undulating, and the usual happy picture disappeared. I took a closer look, and it turned out that I was going to have a baby! I'm in a hurry to look up information on the internet and prepare something for giving birth to a baby. However, it was too late, and its baby came out, lying a little beside it, crying with its mouth open, motionless a little, lying in a pool of blood and stopping breathing.

I was so sad that I carefully held it in my hand. It's like a piece of pudding, soft. I dug a small hole under a big tree, buried it and burned a board to commemorate it. Farewell, a little, holding back tears, I was in tears.

Life is a microphone, and there will always be a most beautiful flower. Life is a box of sweets, there is always a sweet one; Life is a forest, and there is always a tree that is the highest; Life is the night sky, and there will always be a star that is the brightest. I opened the floodgate of memory and swam in the ocean of memory. I remembered that time. ...

It was a cold winter, and I was walking home alone. The sky is gray, which makes my mood more gloomy. At this moment, my eyes lit up, and in a corner of the city, there was a flash of warmth. It should be an old couple. The old man sat in a wheelchair, laughing nonstop. The old woman behind him was holding a cake in her arms and smiling gently. While talking to the old man, she took out the cake that was getting cold from time to time and carefully fed it to the old man. She kept saying, "old man! I couldn't help walking slowly and looking at them silently. Time passed by, grandpa was tired, closed his eyes and fell asleep. Grandma took off her coat, gently put it on grandpa, smiled kindly at me and pushed him away. I looked at the grandmother's fading back, and tears in my eyes flowed uncontrollably. I was moved by the pictures of grandparents' dependence, the warmth of their old age, the careful care of grandma, and the true meaning of life and love.

This matter is deeply engraved in my heart like a brand and will never be forgotten. That time I shed tears, leaving a moving tear!

That excellent composition 10 I had a very fond person when I was very young, but I don't want to talk about it again.

His name is Ning. He is an orphan adopted by my parents. They want me to have a company. That day, I cried loudly as soon as I saw him, just because I could get his attention. Indeed, his eyes were attracted by me, but there was only indifference in his eyes. Satire and isolation. I was shocked, really shocked for a long time ... He walked past me step by step, but I could only watch him walk past me. I just think we can miss it like this, but God is really good, closing a door and opening a window. I go to school with him. Eating is inseparable. I don't know that I can't be with him from then on.

On the day after school, we walked home together, and time resolved your indifference and neglect to me. You talked with me so hot that you didn't even notice the road next to me. I was about to cross the road when a Astrotrain came towards me. My mind went blank, thinking that I would bump into it. However, he pushed me away and the big truck suddenly hit him. I immediately ran over and cried. He was very weak and said, "Don't cry! Don't cry. I know I can't live any longer. I want to tell you that I like you very much, really! Be sure to be happy, not willful! Listen to your uncle and aunt, and you must live well! I will guard you in heaven! " Say that finish, hold my hand tightly, and my hand hangs down. A tear fell from the corner of my eye.

After many years, I still can't get rid of this shadow. I will always remember that there is such a person in my life.

The success of that excellent composition 1 1 will bring joy, increase people's knowledge and experience and enhance people's self-confidence. That time, I succeeded!

It was a skipping competition in grade five. I participated in this activity on behalf of the whole class. My goal is to strive for 120 jump. When I arrived at the stadium, I became nervous, my heart was pounding and jumping like a naughty rabbit, but I calmed down immediately. Beep, whistle sounded, I threw up the rope and jumped up. "One, two, three ..." The students counted aside. The rope passed through my head and drew an arc in the air. "Seventy, seventy-one, seventy-two ..." The students counted for a while and let out a cry: "Ah! Yan Jiangyan, hurry up! " It turns out that my speed has slowed down. As soon as I heard my classmate's cry, I quickly threw the rope up. Gradually, I felt my heavy breath, my arms were sore, and my feet were like a hammer weighing 10 tons, so I couldn't lift it. My throat is dry and unbearable, and my mouth is open and closed, panting. I saw that Zhang Zhuoxin, the general of our class, was still jumping very hard. I didn't give up, but I got up the courage again, lifted my 1000 kg "thigh" and struggled one after another ... but after a while, I "fell down" like a deflated ball and fainted. At this time, the ear came the frequent "insist! Hold on! Yan, you can do it ... "I suddenly bulged my cheeks, gritted my teeth and threw it out with all my strength. I saw the students counting with the rhythm of skipping rope: "12 1, 122, 123, ... 129." Suddenly, there was a beep and the whistle sounded. I saw in Teacher Shi's notebook: Yan 129. ……

That time, I succeeded! My secret is: persistence is victory!

Time flies in that excellent composition 12. Thirteen spring and autumn years have passed in an instant. Every experience is painted on the drawing board of memory, and different experiences show different colors. Open the drawing board of memory, and the color at that time was particularly gorgeous.

This is a sunny weekend. I just came home from class and was playing computer comfortably when suddenly there came a loud and harsh cry of "selling garbage-". I had a good time, which made me say, "Nothing, he shouted a few times and left." I suppressed my emotions.

"Selling junk-"I didn't expect him to keep shouting, louder and louder, which made me mad. He just finished shouting and coughed for a while. I have a bad cough. "Hum, you deserve it. See if you still shout. " I said to myself angrily.

Just when I was secretly pleased, an old man's kind voice came: "Hey, you're here. Just some boxes for you. " "ok." It seems that they know each other well. "You can take these boxes without paying." "This can be done." Say, give the money to grandpa, "you take it, just as your child is going to college this year, just in need of money." Grandpa simply returned the money. "This-"He stood there at a loss.

I also look for, deep in thought:

He is a secondhand seller and even supports his children to go to college. When I think of my parents, they also trained me with painstaking efforts, just to make me successful, but I still play computer. How can I thank them for their parenting? I silently walked to the desk.

I have been worrying about my children all my life. How can we be justified if we don't respect them?

I remember that experience in my heart and it has always kept me awake.

I really regret that excellent composition 13, and watched my classmates go for a spring outing. But I can only stay at home and recuperate, and I can't go for a spring outing with my classmates.

It happened in math class, and the teacher was asking us to do our homework.

At this time, unexpected things suddenly happened. I have always been very competitive. In order to be faster than others in homework, I added "speed". Suddenly I saw someone rushing up to get my homework, so I rushed up without thinking. Just as I turned back to my seat, something happened and I fell down.

I hit the table in front, and I reluctantly returned to my seat. When I was about to pick up a pen to do my homework, I found blood on my homework, and I knew my head was broken and there was blood in my left hand. I reported it to the teacher at once. The teacher was also anxious, and immediately asked my classmates to take me to the medical room. I felt very dizzy on the road. When I arrived at the clinic, the doctor there immediately bandaged my wound and the class teacher arrived. The head teacher called my mother and asked her to come over. We waited a while before my mother came. The doctor said, "You can't go for a spring outing tomorrow." I asked, "Why?" The doctor said: "Because it is easy to sweat in hot weather tomorrow, the wound will become inflamed as soon as it touches sweat, so it is best to rest."

At that moment, I regretted it very much. I regret not being competitive and competing with my classmates. I regret it very much But there is no regret medicine in the world. You can only listen to the doctor and rest at home. I won't be so impulsive next time.

I really regret it.

That excellent composition 14 is gloomy, like a squid spraying ink into the clouds, and the ink immediately renders the whole sky. Cicada on the roadside is chirping, and the shadow under the street lamp follows like a godless person.

I walked alone on the road, and there was not even a ghost on the quiet road. I turned on the flashlight and walked forward with trembling steps.

I huddled up as if it would make me feel better. "Whoops-"The wind was blowing quietly, and I buried my head in my schoolbag. If I knew, it would be foolish of me to let my mother take me home. Just now I insisted on trying to be brave and said I would walk home. Great, I just walked out the door and my legs are too weak to walk. The wind is blowing again, as if a female ghost is crying. Thinking of this, I am sweating all over in this cold weather. Every tree on the roadside seems to be a monster, bared its teeth and said, "come here!" " Come here! "I close my eyes, running all the way. All the way to the side of the road Whew, I'm relieved. At least someone is driving here. "Wang! Woof! Wang! "Suddenly there was a few angry dog barks in the grass. I was so frightened that I quickly pointed my flashlight at the sound source. I was scared to death. It turned out to be a dog in a cage. It is still barking. It seems to be laughing at my blindness: "I asked you to ask my mother to walk back blindly, so I regret it." "I was stung by it. What am I going to do on foot? Or wait for mom to pick it up? I don't have the courage to walk back and let my mother pick me up. I'm sure she'll laugh at me ... forget it, just kidding. I took out my cell phone and called my mother. Gee, nobody answered. Oh, dear! Should I bite the bullet and go on, or do nothing? " Hey, get in the car. "Ah, it's mom." What are you doing sitting here? ""cool. " "Fool. "

I was really timid at that time. Alas, there are no ghosts in the world, much ado about nothing.

That excellent composition cost 15 yuan, and everyone liked it. It is human nature to be greedy for money. But the lesson of money greed is so profound, that time ...

I remember on the bus, I got on the bus as usual and voted. Just after I found my seat, an old woman poked me in the back. I turned around and she said something that surprised and delighted me: "Little sister, is that your money?" Then he pointed to the past As soon as I saw it, there was a hundred-dollar bill lying quietly next to the seat. My heart was pounding and I immediately had two thoughts: take it, it doesn't matter, no one saw it anyway; No, if there is, am I not a "hypocrite"? However, in the end, greed prevailed. I picked up the money with great anxiety and held it in my hand.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man shouted, "Hey, where's my money?" Hearing this, my mind was in chaos, my seemingly calm face turned white, and my embarrassing psychology was born. I clung to the money so tightly that my palms were sweating. I squinted at the anxious middle-aged man. She rummaged nervously in her bag. My heart is more chaotic, but I still subconsciously comfort myself, maybe it's not his. Just as I was thinking about it, he added something that scared me to death: "I just got on the bus and it was still there." Why did it disappear? " Now I understand that the money must be his.

Pay back the money. How should I pay it back? If I didn't, I was really worried to see him in such a hurry. Finally, I returned it to him for a reason that was not a reason. I handed him the money and said, "I just found it." Is it your money? " He took the money and thanked it again and again. At this time, I felt a surprised look at me-it was the old woman, and I felt that my whole body was going to burn. I was embarrassed. The old woman didn't say anything, but she would definitely think I was a cheating child.

Well, I can't be greedy for money. I will be honest in the future and will not put myself in an awkward position.