Composition on the third day of birthday

No matter in study, work or life, everyone has the experience of writing a composition, so you are familiar with it. Writing is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. Still at a loss for composition? The following is my composition on the third day of my birthday. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

Birthday composition 1 Birthday is a unique day for everyone. On this day, our relatives and friends will celebrate for us. On my twelfth birthday, I received a very special gift. This made me realize that birthday is not just my birthday.

Once on my birthday, the sky was clear in Wan Li, and it was a holiday every year. I was about to go out with my friends when my mother stopped me: "Daughter, look at my birthday present for you." I stopped under the eyes of my mother's joy and expectation. Opening the exquisite package, piles of photo albums appeared in front of my eyes. Mother asked me to sit next to her, and I looked at the photos. It turns out that these are all kinds of photos of her pregnant with me, some are uncomfortable vomiting, some are gentle touching her belly, and some are walking in maternity clothes. Looking at these photos, an unknown feeling welled up in my heart, which made my eyes sour and astringent. What is this? Suddenly I saw a picture of my mother's star in pain. "Nothing, just that you are in a hurry to go out." Mom said airily. "I want to hear it, tell me!" My mother had to tell me, "The due date is here. I just checked into the hospital. You kicked me when I went downstairs. I didn't feel anything at first, but later the older I got, the more painful I became, knowing that you were anxious to get out. I don't know if you know that you are in the hospital, come out at this time! " Looking at my mother's happy memories, I didn't interrupt her: "Come out if you want, but a few naughty people are just unhappy." Finally, the doctor and aunt had to open the abdomen to take you out. Maybe you know that when you left your mother, you closed your eyes and cried. "I interrupted my mother:" Mom, you must have been in pain? " "Painless, have anesthetic? Looking at you, my mother really likes it! " Tears welled up in my eyes after listening to my mother's words. Mother immediately said, "What's the matter? Don't cry, don't cry! You can go out to play if you like. " I wiped my eyes, snuggled up to my mother and said, "I celebrated my birthday with my mother today and didn't go out to play with my friends!" " Mom's eyes lit up and she smiled. Say, "You have an appointment with a friend! You are happiest when you play with your friends. "I said nothing. I apologize to my friend and cancel the plan to spend a simple and warm birthday with my mother. "

I grow up day by day, and I am away from my mother day by day. My mother often nags me, and I always don't like to hear it. This birthday made me understand that my mother needs my needs for her. "Mom, I will never ignore you again." I swear in my heart. Birthday is not only the beginning of my life, but also my mother's good Friday. Mother thought it was not Good Friday, because her love forgot her pain.

In a blink of an eye, my father is fifty years old. Looking at his white hair, I can't believe it. My father is fifty years old? Father is really fifty years old. I can't help asking myself.

I didn't attend my father's birthday party, but stayed at home alone. When my father came back, it was already twelve o'clock at night. I personally cooked a special dish and put it on the table, and took out a candle that was broken into several pieces but still lit. My father was not surprised, but just sat quietly in the chair and watched me fiddle back and forth. It was quiet at home at this time, and my mother was drunk and fell on the bed, leaving only me and my father without saying a word.

I opened a can of beer and divided it into two cups, one in front of my father and the other in front of me. My father still just looked at me quietly and said nothing. I turned off the light and lit the candle. I watched my father carefully by candlelight. To tell the truth, I have never seen my father so carefully: big eyes, big nose, frowning, still the same. But the difference is that there are a few wrinkles on the original astigmatism face, and the eyes with double eyelids have become eight eyelids, and deep bags under the eyes are attached because of the fatigue of work. I paused, and suddenly I reacted and said, Dad, blow out the candles. Hearing my words, he suddenly stood up as if he had come out from somewhere, rushed into the room in three steps and two steps, dragged his mother up and put her on the dining table. Her mother opened her eyes and seemed to cooperate. Just when the candle was about to melt, her father blew out the candle and smiled happily. I've never seen him so happy, and my mother seems to suddenly wake up and laugh with her father.

The light came on, and I began to pack my things, while my father was still munching on my cooking. After everything was over, I suddenly remembered one thing, "Happy birthday, Dad". He still didn't say anything, just patted me on the head, looked at me, and then went to bed. In fact, through his eyes, I can understand.

My father has really paid too much for me. Looking back at the past scenes, it is really wrong to be furious with my father again and again. At those times, how sad he should be, and why I understand now.

What I want to say is that as post-90s generation, we should not be willful and live up to our parents' expectations. So, from now on, let's repay our parents, love them and thank them for their selfless feeding and sincerity.

Birthday Composition 3 Birthday Every year when we celebrate our birthday, our parents will celebrate that we are one year older. Let me ask you a question. Do any of you know mom and dad's birthdays? Did you celebrate their birthdays? Today is my first time. I quietly took down a delicate little box on the top shelf and took out all my savings-20 yuan cash and 30 yuan vouchers. I began to accumulate these three months ago, and I sacrificed my youth for them. However, then again, "it's rare to have a few beats in life", so I won over my mother. Gee, it seems that I have been talking for a long time, but I haven't told you anything. I have to go back to a psychology class in eighth grade. The last question given by the teacher was to ask my parents' birthdays. At that time, I didn't know how selfish I was. So, that time I secretly made up my mind to celebrate my parents' birthday. No, May 3rd1is my mother's birthday, so I must give her a surprise today.

I trotted home and looked at my watch. There are more than five hours before my mother comes home, so I have enough time to prepare gifts for my mother.

I cleaned the room as soon as possible first. After I finished, my back ached and my legs ached. It turns out that my mother has to work so hard every time she cleans the room. The big cake ordered for a long time was delivered in five minutes. When I was sitting on the sofa, I couldn't help humming a ditty. The cake arrived, and the smell came to my face. Suddenly, I forgot to buy meat. I rushed downstairs to the small supermarket and bought some cooked meat. Eight cents bought six chicken wings, ninety cents bought four chicken livers, and then gave my aunt fifteen dollars. Then I hurried to get ready to go upstairs, only to remember that I had forgotten my change. I didn't go back to ask for menstruation when I thought it wasn't easy. When I went upstairs, alas, my mother had already come back. As soon as she opened the door, I shouted, "Happy birthday, Mom!" " "She paused for a moment, and then smiled knowingly." You clever girl didn't tell me in advance, which startled me. " After that, we all laughed ... as you can imagine, I won't say much about this. It's actually quite simple. If we give our parents a little reward occasionally, they will be very happy. If we do something for them, they will be happy. What they want is simple. Just don't forget them. Thanks to my parents, they gave me precious life and made me feel the best affection in the world. I can only say here: "Dad, Mom, I love you! " "

We walked forward hand in hand, just like in the third grade.

-Introduction

Tomorrow is Fan's birthday. We are all good friends. We have been in the same class together for three years. We haven't been apart for three years. Tomorrow is her birthday. I hope she can be happy. Whispered: HAPPYBIRTHDA! Don't forget the days we spent together. She didn't do very well in English in this final exam. English has always been her strong point, but she is really poor. I don't know how she is these days. She felt guilty that a little thing could take a long time. She decided that nine cows could not pull. She seldom goes online recently. It's not because her mother won't let her go to school. She knows that she didn't do well in the exam this time, so she is very sad. It will be the third grade in the future. It's time for us to work hard.

Last night, I called her and she said she was looking at the sky. For some reason, she is always so interested in the sky. She said that when she was talking, she dared not look at the sky again. I don't know what to say. She has been depressed recently because of this exam. I told her, you can't go on like this. We are all worried about you. She said slowly: The world has not forgotten me, at least I still have friendship. As long as you are happy, we are all happy. Do you know that?/You know what? None of us did well in this exam. Not just you. Meteor, look. We all have happiness, but that happiness is only short-lived. However, the disappearance of meteors has left people with eternal beauty. My screen name is Promise _/~ ↘, but her screen name is ╄→ Leaves. I asked her why it was called falling leaves. She said that because she was waiting for the tree, she would find herself lost. I said I had an appointment when I was 6 years old, and I hope he can find me.

In primary school, I always played tricks on my deskmate with her. It's really good. At that time, my deskmate always said, look at John Yang, you ruined it. I always say that she has a bad influence on me. You have wronged me too much. Indeed, you always like to blink and laugh, and others say that I am a bad influence. I always want to blackmail you after school to make up for my spirit. She keeps asking me to blackmail. Until graduation. Because, at that time, I didn't have her perseverance. She went to No.3 Middle School and I went to No.2 Middle School. In this way, we broke up.

More than ten years have passed, and I have been studying far away from my parents, recalling my childhood and my mother. I didn't often talk to my mother when I was a child. My mother is very strict, unsmiling, and seldom hits and teases me. She is busy at work, of course, she has little time to talk to her, and the word "love" rarely appears in her words, but on some special days, I will show my true feelings.

I vaguely remember a handicraft class in primary school, which happened to be my mother's birthday. So, I spent a little thought, colorful, drew a big piece, made a birthday card, and wrote a lot of sweet words. After I gave it to my mother, I gradually forgot that my mother and I were still very close.

How time flies! Today is my mother's birthday. I don't know what to say or do at the dinner table. I watched my mother clean up the dishes back and forth. I suddenly found that the upright board, which was originally in high spirits, suddenly bent a lot. The ruddy face is dark yellow, and the shiny black hair is mixed with a few strands of white hair. Time mercilessly branded several horizontal wrinkles on mother's forehead. Only then can I vaguely feel that once upon a time, my mother's shrill and high-pitched voice was "condemned" like beans, and the actions of power and fire have been raging. My eyes were wet, so I quickly walked away from my mother's room. ...

Thinking about what must be done, I wandered around the room and couldn't think of anything. Looking down, there is a wooden box in the corner-open it gently, and piles of documents I can't understand are neat and solemn. I was bored looking at it, and a corner of a colored cardboard was exposed at the bottom. I slowly pulled out a birthday card for my mother when I was a child. I sent it many years ago, but I didn't mean to dig it out tonight, only to know that my mother kept it.

Touching the yellowed greeting card reminds me of my original intention. Looking at the clumsy handwriting, I feel a heat wave. In the greeting card, I said that my mother is a pod and I am a little mung bean in the pod. It is also said that my mother is a big umbrella that will always be held up, and I am a doll hiding from the rain ... these ordinary honey words will not appear in our present life. After all these years, I only gave her a card, but I kept reaching out to get more love and care from my mother ...

Close the box, I have something on my mind. On this birthday, I want to give my mother not expensive ornaments, nor delicious greeting cards that can be bought everywhere, but simple greeting cards drawn by myself, which contain pods, umbrellas and dolls, but there are not many sweet words, only one sentence: I love you, mom!

This is a letter to Jiang Ce and a belated happy birthday.

Dear, please allow me to call you that. I admit that I was close to you at first, not because I liked you. In your world, everything is for learning, right? Maybe there will be some changes after I enter your world. I remember that the first boy I met at the beginning of Grade One seemed to be you. At that time, we were still too naive and green. In fact, yesterday was your birthday, but I was disconnected from the internet and couldn't say happy birthday to you. More specifically, I want to leave you, because I know I can't accompany you. We seem to be at two direct extremes, but it is really impossible to get close. I tell you happy first birthday every year, but I won't this year. A lot of girls like you, you know. You are also very kind to many girls, I know.

Every time a classmate jokes, we acquiesce. Maybe as my daughter-in-law said, you are afraid of hurting me, so you can only acquiesce. Actually, I don't like you very much, just looking for a reason to have a hope. Maybe you mean, from the moment I stepped in, the world changed and became dirty and disgusting. You are used to looking back at me in class. I don't look at you because I don't attend classes at all. Everyone knows that I am the first girlfriend of the Youth League, but you don't. You will be kind to others, maybe you don't like me at all, and you can't like me. I know what I look like and I won't bite off more than I can chew. At first, you approached me, and now I'm leaving you. Yes, I don't deserve your love. As the teacher said, I'm overreaching.

You have been close to me for 5 1 day, and this 5 1 day wronged you. It's good for you to treat me as a friend, and I can only be a classmate to you in the future. If you don't like me, why bother me? If you don't like me, why are you so nice to me? I can't figure it out. I really can't figure out that a girl told me that day that you see how nice he is, how much he likes you, and he still doesn't cherish it. I was stunned. I smiled and said that there were too many obstacles. She looks at you and says, just like him, how many little girls can stop here? Don't think too much, how good he is to you and how much he likes you. I was silent, wasn't I? Does he like me or is he afraid that I will be sad?

Happy birthday, dear. I told you, I will leave your world after your birthday. Give you back a clean and tidy world, and I will wipe those dirty and disgusting footprints without leaving a trace.

On Friday, my friend Lin mysteriously said to everyone, "Next Monday is my birthday. I hope everyone will give gifts enthusiastically, and I will wait for you to eat cake. " We all laughed at him for asking for a gift, but we were thinking about what to give him.

When I came home on Friday, I brought a big bag as usual, which was full of leftovers and unwashed clothes. My mother happily showed me the braised silver carp in the pot. I took a symbolic look and was about to go out. At this moment, my father suddenly poked his head out of the kitchen and said, "What are you doing?" "Someone has a birthday today, and I'm going to buy a gift!" "Don't waste money!" Father shouted with a smile. "That won't do!" After that, I ran out.

When I came back, the table was full of delicious food. My father, who always dislikes drinking, also took out a bottle of red wine and jokingly said to me, "Son, have some brown sugar water!" " "I said while hiding," Dad, didn't you say you wanted to keep this wine for the New Year? Why did you quit drinking today? Mother agreed, "Your father is happy today, so let him drink." Today happens to be your father's birthday! " "

Ah, today is my father's birthday! My chopsticks suddenly stopped in the air. Today is my father's birthday. No wonder he just heard me say that someone is so happy on their birthday. It turns out that today is his father's birthday. When my father saw that I didn't eat, he quickly said, "Come on, eat more!" " "Then he put a piece of chicken in my bowl. Looking at the sumptuous meal on the dining table, I really don't know whether today is my father's birthday or mine. I remember once my father's birthday, I sent him a card with a picture of a family playing games on the grass and a few crooked words. I clearly remember my father's smiling face full of relief and happiness.

As I grew older, I gradually forgot my parents' birthdays. But now I can casually name the birthdays of some good friends. My parents usually give me so much love, but I always look indifferent and completely ignore my parents' love for me ... I feel so guilty when I think about it.

After dinner, I took out a present for Lin from my room. Sorry, I put the gift in front of my father and said, "Happy birthday, Dad!" " "It just says,' Friendship lives on' ..."

Dad hugged me and said, "It doesn't matter. Besides, we need father-son friendship, don't we? " I nodded, with an indescribable feeling in my heart.

At this moment, my father taught me a lot, a lot. ...

Today is my birthday again. /kloc-for 0/6 years, under the careful care of my parents, my life has been extremely happy. But today, I think of that happy girl and her birthday, and I don't know how to evaluate it.

She is a poor little girl. Her parents divorced, and her stepmother was not kind to her at all. She is also forced to do a lot of manual labor every day. This made her feel very painful. One day, her classmate had a birthday and invited her to attend. She knew that her classmate was celebrating her fourteenth birthday and invited her to attend. Knowing that her classmate was going to celebrate her fourteenth birthday, she used her only seventy cents to go to the store and buy fourteen candles for her classmates. When she walked to the door of her classmate's house with a candle in her hand, she hesitated-she saw from the crack of the door that the classmates were all dressed like white swans, and the classmate who celebrated his birthday was more beautiful, with his parents and classmates around him and a bright smile on his face. In contrast, she became an ugly duckling and left silently.

In a few days, the little girl's birthday is coming. She didn't invite her classmates, because she had no parents, no birthday cake and no beautiful clothes. She felt very embarrassed. On her birthday night, she couldn't sleep, so she got up to celebrate her birthday. She picked up the candles she bought for her classmates last time, bit by bit, and then inserted them into the ground to form a circle. She sang "Happy Birthday to you …" to the moon and stars all over the sky, and tears floated in the song. In this way, in the night with only the moon and stars, she spent her fourteenth birthday. How she envies her colleagues! She lost confidence in life and wrote down her loneliness and helplessness in her diary. The next day, the teacher read her diary to her classmates. At this time, thunderous applause rang out in the classroom. The teacher came over and said kindly to her, "You are not alone. You don't have the care of the old discount, and you don't have the company of your classmates. " The teacher's words moistened her wounded heart like honey, and her eyes blurred. ...

Life is like this, sometimes, your words will awaken a person's conscience; Sometimes, your applause will encourage a dancer to succeed; Sometimes, a smile from you will save a broken heart.

Gradually, she became more and more confident and cheerful, although she often dreamed of seeing her long-lost mother and then waking up. But she knew it had changed-because applause rang through her heart and lungs.