That moment composition

In normal study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which can be divided into narrative, explanatory, practical and argumentative according to different genres. I believe many friends are very upset about writing. The following is the composition I helped you organize at that time (General 1 1). Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

At that moment, 1 people spend their whole lives growing up. Maybe sensible, maybe strong, maybe a little detail can make a person grow up.

It's a sunny afternoon. I play computer at home and have a good time. My mother came in and said to me, "Xu, stop playing with the computer and read quickly, or go downstairs to play." Don't stay at home all the time. "

"I don't want to play." I replied.

"You cannot go out. If you don't roll, I'll sell the computer. "

"I won't!"

My mother slapped me before I finished. This is the first time. I was surprised, but I was soon replaced by anger. I rushed out of the house and prepared to run away from home tonight until my mother came to me and apologized to me.

I came to the playground at the school gate, found a shady place to sit down and looked around. Suddenly, something caught my attention: a child was running and crying in the square, followed by a woman in her thirties and forties chasing him and shouting something. Obviously, he and I have the same experience. When the child ran to me, his mother caught up with her and held her in her arms, but the child seemed to break away from her mother's arms and said to her, "I want to play, I don't want to go home, I don't want you to hit me." His mother said, "I'm sorry, son. I shouldn't have hit you. I won't hit you again. Please forgive me! The child listened to his mother and said, "Mom, I was wrong, too. Let's go home! " "She took her mother's hand and left.

Seeing this, I don't think I should do that to my mother. Then I saw my mother's figure and anxious face. A warm scene of the past came to my eyes: when I was eating watermelon, my mother gave me the sweetest one. My mother always gives me duck legs when eating ducks. When I was sick, my mother took care of me at the bedside ... Thinking of this, I went up to my mother and said, Mom, I'm sorry! My mother held me in her arms and told me with tears in her eyes that I shouldn't hit you either!

At that moment, although no one was sure, I felt I had grown up!

At that moment, today is a special day. On this special day, our classmates and teachers from Ba Xueyuan went to Guihu Park to play!

When we get to turtle lake park, we will go directly to the lake club! I, Red Flag Anhui, Miss Li took a four-person pedal boat. At first, we didn't know how to turn the steering wheel, so we ran into the shore. Gradually, we learned. The teacher said, "Let's drive through the hole under the bridge to the other side!" " ""Well, we should make peace.

"Hoo-"finally "drilled" out. Suddenly, I saw Ke and Hong. I am so excited that I want to bump into them. Miss Li and I stepped on the pedal, controlled the steering wheel and walked to their boat. When I got to their boat, I stepped on it again and only heard "bang-". Our boat collided with theirs, and they were startled at once. Turning around, I waved to them and smiled gloomily.

Ke Hongling ran away for fear of being hit again! I'm going after her again. I was so excited that I accidentally hit the wrong steering wheel and missed it, which saved them both.

I'm going to launch another attack, but this time they are smarter. They ran away when our ship was about to hit theirs. I gnashed my teeth with anger and chased him up! They also wanted to hit us, but instead of hitting us, we took advantage of this loophole. I turned the steering wheel a little and crashed into their boat. Ke Hongling also gnashed her teeth. When I saw her, I couldn't help laughing!

Unexpectedly, due to my pride, Ke Hong Ling's boat collided with ours. I stood up with a brainwave and pulled Raquel Hong Ling's hair. She touched her head in pain! After disembarking, we went to the lake to put the boat down. When I watched the ship sink, especially when I saw what happened to Coe Hong Ling's boat, I smiled happily.

Time to go home. Looking at Ke Hongling's tragic "Bitter Melon Face", I smiled gloomily again. ...

At that moment, I got off the bus and rushed home. At that moment, I shed tears.

Growing up, my closest family is not my parents, but my grandparents, and my favorite is my grandparents.

When I was a child, I hated my parents because they worked outside all the year round and didn't see each other several times a year. Even if I came back, I only stayed for a day or two and left in a hurry. I often think that my parents don't want me. In this way, when I need care and warmth most, my grandparents are with me every day. They are my favorite relatives.

My grandparents are very kind and happy to be with them. They are like my playmates. When summer comes, grandpa helps me weave nets, catches dragonflies with me and takes me to a shallow river to touch small fish and catch crabs. Grandma is cooking at home, waiting for us to come back happily. Autumn is coming, and grandpa takes me to play dates. This tall jujube tree was planted by my grandfather when he was young. Jujube grows very big and tastes sweet. On snowy days, grandpa accompanied me to catch birds. Sweep out a piece of snow, set up a bamboo curtain with a short stick tied with a long rope, and then hide at home. When you see the bird go in, pull it gently and the bird will catch it! When I was a child, I was so happy every day with my grandparents.

Grow up slowly, go outside to study, go home on Friday and go to school on Monday morning. Every time I go to school, grandpa always urges me to study hard. Don't forget to add clothes when it's cold.

I grow taller and taller, but my grandfather's health is getting worse and worse. Until one day, when the bad news came, I immediately asked the teacher for leave and got on the bus home. When I arrived in the village, I flew down from the car and rushed home. I saw my grandfather lying on the board, quietly and motionless. At that moment, my heart ached, my nose ached and tears poured down. However, blood and tears can't stop Grandpa's long journey, and the tears poured down can't change Grandpa's silent life.

My dear grandpa has gone to another world, and I will never see him again. However, I will always remember the beautiful memories of those scenes until my death.

At that moment, life was colorful, with pure white, warm pink and happy red ... My world was full of gray, which seemed out of place with the outside world.

At school, I always talk and laugh with my classmates. I never cry in front of others. I don't want them to see my cowardice. I am "strong", but I always shrink in the dark corner and cry silently. Until that moment, a ray of warm sunshine broke in and drove away the darkness and cold.

Memories that I can't forget always warm my heart. It was after school that we all packed our schoolbags and went home, but the sun suddenly hid, and the dark clouds took the opportunity to monopolize the sky. It rained all day. I didn't expect the sunny weather to change so quickly, so I didn't bring an umbrella. Mom and dad are unlikely to pick me up suddenly. I was looking glumly at the heavy rain outside when a classmate who was close to me came up and said, "Didn't you bring an umbrella?" Let me take you there by bike. It's on the way anyway. Seeing that the rain would not stop, I gratefully agreed.

Let's go downstairs together. I'm getting wet. I didn't expect her to take off her coat and put it on me. It was foolish of me to forget to thank her. My heart was suddenly warm, and I couldn't feel the cold feeling of rain seeping into my clothes and flowing in my body. I just feel that her coat is thick and warm, the wind seems to be very light, and it hardly rains. In the back seat of her bicycle, I was moved like never before and I almost cried.

When we broke up, I tried to take off my coat and give it back to her, but she refused. She said, let you wear it. It will be better. Just bring it back to her at school tomorrow. Then she left my sight.

For the first time in my life, I felt a kind of warmth enter my neglected heart. With that dazzling light, the darkness was driven away. Although she didn't know me better, she at least once cared about me, which at least made me deeply feel the warmth of being cared about.

At that moment, a lonely and inferior person was saved.

At that moment, before the physics class began, the students excitedly took out the experimental tools assigned to them: large and small convex lenses, strange optical tables, light curtains with different thicknesses ... We commented on whose tools were beautiful and whose tools were practical, but among a bunch of exquisite tools, I saw a crooked candle with a rough surface, which must have been some years.

A match lit it, and it was thrown away because it could not be rekindled. Although the candle is burning with a bright flame, the tears of ash slowly flow down its broken body and gradually solidify. Soon, another drop will be filled, and it will never end ... The candle is not very long, and after a while, the gorgeous flame becomes illusory, and the last flame gradually fades with the passage of time.

Staring at that pool of wax tears with glassy eyes, a trace suddenly appeared in my heart. At that moment, I understood her. ...

She is tall, with long hair hanging down behind her and always smiling. When I first met her, I always thought she was very young. She is always dragging her feet, and everyone is deeply dissatisfied and helpless. No one dares to mention it in person, but there are many discussions behind it. At noon that day, she explained the wrong questions on the podium, and she was so infatuated that she was indifferent when the bell rang, but she talked until twelve o'clock!

Hearing the coveted word "class dismissed", everyone dispersed in a hubbub, leaving a string of complaints. When I got home, my dissatisfaction was completely released before my mother asked me. I spent a noon complaining. After listening calmly, my mother only said one sentence, which set off a great wave in my newly calmed heart, which made me unable to calm down for a long time: "She has been giving lectures and standing, and she will go home with you."

At that moment, I remembered the white color in her hair. At that moment, I understood her. At that moment, I understood that "the silkworm in spring will weave until it dies, and the candle will cry the wick away every night." At that moment, I grew up.

At that moment, I had countless joys, troubles and feelings in my childhood, but the most unforgettable moment I have to start with that incident.

That day, my mother asked me to take out the garbage. I don't want to go, because I have to go to sleep quickly and play computer when I wake up! Besides, it's raining outside in Mao Mao, and I'm too lazy to go down!

Will you go? "Mom said," if you don't go, you won't have a chance to play computer! "I've been a grumpy person since I was a child." No, I'm not going! "Mom was so angry that she picked up a broom and spanked me. Seeing that my ass was unsafe, I picked up the garbage and ran outside, thinking: It doesn't matter if my ass blooms, if someone drags it out in the rain, it will be a big loss.

Downstairs, I clung to the wall and didn't want to get wet, but I was still ten meters away from the trash can! So, I grabbed the garbage and threw it into the dustbin with all my strength, but failed. The range of garbage is enough, but it is thrown askew. A cleaner rushed over and said, "son, you can't throw the garbage outside the dustbin!" " Pick it up! "

Instead of picking it up, I ran away. When I got home, I felt very uncomfortable and guilty. I ran to the place where I used to throw garbage and found that there was no one. It turned out that the uncle had picked up the garbage and pushed the garbage truck away. I was shocked. The cleaner didn't even pursue me at all, but quietly got up and walked around. Suddenly, I was moved by his spirit. At that moment, I saw the noble character of the cleaner and realized the importance of the cleaner. Without their efforts, our community, our city and even the whole country would stink.

They are selfless people. Even if they seem to haggle over every ounce, they are still the most caring people. Even if they seem to care about their children, they always serve everyone silently in the storm.

From that moment on, I understood the hard work of the cleaner and saw the nobleness of the cleaner. This is my most touching moment.

At that moment, composition 7 quiet night. The misty rain outside the window evokes endless thoughts. I closed my eyes, and a familiar fragrance rippled in the slightly wet air. Oh, is the gardenia in bloom again? In a flash, I recalled that moment that made me really excited.

This is the season when gardenias bloom, and the air is filled with rich fragrance. In the evening, after finishing my homework, I rubbed my sour eyes. I'm so tired. Let's go downstairs! The night in early summer is still a little cold. I was walking aimlessly when suddenly two familiar figures appeared in front of me. It's mom and dad! The two of them? I followed. Mom and dad are holding hands, just like a couple in love. I secretly laughed, but I didn't expect mom and dad to have an affair!

"ah!" Suddenly, my mother sneezed. When dad was nervous, he took off his coat and quickly approved it for his mother. "Oh, it's so cold!" My father tightened my mother's clothes and carefully put the light hair on her forehead behind her head. "It's okay, it's okay. By the way, it's so cold that the child will catch cold! " Mom is a little anxious. "When children grow up, they should know how warm and cold they are, or take care of themselves!" Dad said softly, as if he were blaming a child. My nose is sour, yes, I have grown up, but have I ever cared about my mother like my father?

They continued to walk and suddenly stopped in front of a gardenia tree. Gardenias were blooming one after another, like elves in full bloom at night. My father stood on tiptoe, took off the branches, combed my mother's fine hair, and smiled and gently inserted gardenia into her hair. Pure white blooms in her black hair, and her mother bows her head slightly, like a girl of 18 years old. At that moment, my heart was broken. Suddenly, I finally understood the warmth of "holding your hand and growing old with your son" and that parents have their own world for their children. I know how to cherish happiness and give love.

In the season of gardenia fragrance, I relive the feeling of heartache, and I am also thinking deeply: when I grow up, can I hold my mother with my left hand and hold my father with my right hand, so that gardenia can grow invincible in life under gardenia?

At that moment, the lake rippled for the first time after winter, and the bud spat out the first bud of spring. The chicken crowed for the first time when it was born, and the spring breeze turned into rain, and everything was just beginning.

Failure-the beginning of success

We are always eager for applause and approval, but we just forget the pain and tears supported by applause. "Failure is the mother of success", a new life is the beginning of mother, and failure breeds success. When we fail in an exam and our grades are not satisfactory, we just need to draw a white line in our hearts. Remember that this has just begun, and we will have confidence and strength. "Where there is shadow, there must be light." Facing the darkness, the light is always behind us. Turning "everything is over" into an opportunity to "find a new starting point", there is often a thin line between success and failure.

Parting-the source of inspiration

"Peach Blossom Lake is deeper than thousands of feet, so it is better to send me a message from Wang Lun." Ten-mile peach blossom, like a ballad board, has lovers and feelings, so the departure of an old friend provides inspiration and talent for the poet. Although we can't meet each other after parting, we can vaguely see the face of our old friend in the depths of peach blossom through poetry. Parting is the end, but it is also another beginning. Poetry is the source of inspiration for literati.

Dedication-shaping the soul

"Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." The teacher created a brand-new life with a three-foot platform. It is respect for the soul to benefit others with one's own dedication without asking for anything in return. Because of dedication, there is the shaping of the soul. It is precisely because of the dedication of teachers that human civilization can be passed down and science and technology can develop rapidly. Without the dedication of teachers, it is impossible for the whole mankind to be handed down from generation to generation. Teachers shape students' souls as well as their own.

Everything, everything is just the beginning, do you see? Thawed lake, early spring buds, chickens that get up early to sing. ...

At that moment, it was nine nights and another silent night.

A boy is lying quietly in bed, and his parents are waiting anxiously. 10 minutes later, they took out the thermometer in the child and looked at it at 39 degrees 3. The child's parents put his mouth Zhang Kaicheng O-shaped. "J.J., don't sleep. Get up. Dad and I will take you to the hospital." My mother gave me a gentle push and said, "Go ahead." Then she took a piece of antipyretic and stuck it on me. /kloc-he was very fat when he was 0/2 years old, and he weighed more than 90 kilograms. At that time, I had no strength. My mother picked me up without saying a word, and every step was careful, as if afraid that I would fall on my back.

It's a mile from the parking lot. Under the dim street lamp, my mother was in a hurry, and my father ran to drive, racing against time.

The breeze blew in the air, and my mother's messy hair was gently brushed by the breeze. I looked up at my mother's messy hair in the air and vaguely saw some white hair. I vaguely saw my parents leaving early and returning late, my mother running around, and their tired appearance.

But what about me? Always give them trouble, restless at home, always sabotage, my watch is broken, my piano practice is not good, and there is thick dust. I refused to get up in the morning anyway. Yesterday, I even turned against my mother to play mobile games for a while. It was so cold yesterday that my mother asked me to add sweaters. I'm too lazy to listen. I have a fever and a cold, and such a heavy weight is on my thin mother.

At this time, my mother was short of breath and the sweat on her face dripped on the back of my hand. She faltered, and I seemed to see that her face was a little deformed ... I struggled to get down, but she held my thigh tightly with her hand and let me lie firmly on her back.

At the moment, the night is boundless. Although my head is groggy, there is a bright light in my heart. I know that it is love, happiness, and the tolerance of a mother to her son.

I know that in my life, rain or shine, no matter how long the night is, that lamp is always there!

At that moment, composition 10 In a violin competition, I stood out and won the championship. This honor makes me ecstatic, even my mother feels incredible! But in fact, the hard work and bitterness behind it cannot be explained in a few words. ...

This is my first time to participate in a violin competition. I remember standing on the stage that day, I was so nervous that I was sweating like a pig, and the game was about to officially start! When I was about to play the first note, I took a deep breath and the wonderful note elves danced. During the game, my heart thumped! Xiaolong! "Jump, really nervous! After the performance of the competition song, I got off the stage and sat back in my seat, suddenly feeling relieved! Then, listen quietly to the wonderful performances brought by other contestants.

After some fierce fighting, the expected result of the competition was finally announced. When the host announced the results on the stage, I couldn't believe my ears, "First place-Lee". I was very excited to go on stage, and I was very happy and moved to get the trophy. At that moment, I felt very glorious! On the way home, my parents praised me and said, "You are great!" Now I feel more excited. I was too excited to sleep that night!

Recalling the fierce violin competition, I want to thank my parents for their infinite support and affirmation, as well as the violin teacher's tireless inculcation, correcting me again and again, so that I can play the violin better. It was their good intentions that made me successfully win the first prize. Without their support, I think it would be difficult for me to win the championship. Without their efforts and patience behind the scenes, I don't think I can get thunderous applause from the audience and affirmation from the judges and teachers!

I will cherish the teacher's teaching without regrets and the endless affirmation and encouragement of my parents. I also hope that one day I can climb a flight of stairs and become a famous violinist. The first competition and the first championship are unforgettable memories in my life. The beautiful melody sounded sweetly in my ear again. At that moment, I was really moved by endless words. ...

At that moment 1 1 At that moment, I regretted doing such a thing. The regret at that moment made me understand that I could never lie again.

It was New Year's Day. After our class got together at school, my friends and I went to the square. After a while, the students all took out their guns, about one each. I didn't have one, so I ran to my father and wanted him to give me some money, so I bought a gun.

When I got to my father, he was busy. I said, "Dad, can you give me some money to buy a gun?" Dad took out 200 yuan and handed it to me, and said, "The rest must be returned to me." I took the money and ran back to the square quickly. After buying a gun in the toy store next door, 50 yuan was left. Looking at the money, I was moved. 50 yuan can buy many snacks and small toys! I'll leave the money. Nobody knows unless I tell you. With this in mind, I put the money in my close-fitting pocket and played contentedly.

When I got home in the evening, my father asked, "Where's the rest of the money?"

"The gun is just 200 yuan, and there is nothing left." I said in a normal and calm tone.

"A gun costs two hundred!" Dad said. My heart was pounding, but I said loudly, "Yes, 200 yuan." Dad stopped talking, and I was a little scared, but I dare not admit it at this moment.

The next morning, as soon as I got up, I saw my father sitting next to me with a black face. I woke up, and he said sternly, "Is that the gun you bought for 200 yuan yesterday?"

"Yes ..." I said crustily skin of head.

Dad was livid and roared, "What's with the 50 yuan in your pocket?"

I can't speak and my face is as red as an apple. Father said sullenly, "I also warned you that the rest of the money must be returned to me." I believe it was 200 yuan for you. I'm disappointed that you did such a thing. I will never give you money again! " As soon as my father's words stopped, I began to cry, feeling sad and sad.

Why should I take something that doesn't belong to me? Why not be an honest boy? I still remember the regret at that moment.