How to write a composition at the end of the program

1. The composition about "taking a graduation photo" is very urgent for me. A sixth-grade pupil is about to graduate.

As a graduate, I haven't even thought about graduation, and I dare not think about it. I don't want to be separated from my teachers and classmates who have been together for six years, but I have to face the facts in front of me anyway. After graduation photo was taken away, the students looked very sad. Although some students are laughing, I believe it must not come from his heart. He must be suppressing his inner pain, too How can he not be sad when he is separated from the person who has accompanied you through ups and downs for six years? Laughter is a forced smile. I am laughing, just because I don't want my classmates to see my weak side, so I am still joking with my classmates along the way.

After the group photo, the students took a group photo with their good friends. Although there is still more than a month before graduation, the students have already shown their reluctance when they graduate. The weather is getting hotter and hotter, but the students are still very interested. Although sweating like a pig, they still insist on staying in their own photography "holy land".

Some students have taken more than a dozen photos this morning. What about me? There is only one graduation photo. I don't like taking pictures by nature, and I don't know why. I feel nervous when I see the camera, and my expression is so stiff. I had a muscle cramp when I went to take pictures last time, which is why I am so taboo to take pictures.

However, this graduation photo, in order to keep the figure of my classmates, I also threw caution to the wind. After taking photos, I played below for a while, and then I went up to read. The weather is so hot, the students' perseverance is really strong, and I secretly praise them.

Although I really want to take some photos, wouldn't it be a pity if something happened halfway? Well, I guess I'll just have to watch them take pictures. In my opinion, graduation not only makes me happy, but also makes me sad. I am glad that I will meet new challenges soon, and I can walk up a flight of stairs. What about the sad one? I don't think I need to tell everyone. I really don't know what expression I can use to face my classmates and teachers after graduation. I am also at a loss because of my extremely rich expression.

It's really "I can't bear to say goodbye to my classmates, and the campus is full of greenery."

2. Take a group photo with ten red objects and write a composition with a red scarf to talk about your positive attitude at that time.

The red hat can be said to be a gift from an elder to show love.

Red gloves can be given by friends to show precious friendship.

Many photos were taken in the revolutionary base of a large conference site.

The photo with party member embodies the spirit of the Red Revolution.

Take a photo with the national flag to express patriotic feelings.

Toys like red cars miss the lost childhood.

Take a photo with the red paper with a score of 100 to express your efforts and serious thinking.

Inside the red photo frame is a picture of the whole family.

Red umbrellas were used to send old people home in rainy days.

3. How to write a commemorative composition As time goes by, a ray of sunshine goes by. The past events left by dust are in my dreams and in my heart. Teachers are like our second parents. Take care of our growth and cultivate us as their children.

Time flies, I am a middle school student, but the past of the old year still lingers in my mind and I have to think of that distant story. At that time, I remember that I was in the second grade of primary school. Teacher Tang is the math teacher in our class and our head teacher. You are very concerned about the study of our class, so our class has been doing well. Whenever you can have a rest, you always review and guide us. As long as you have a pen, you can give us homework and contact at any time. You will immediately become my ultimate friend and our closest, most caring and most precious person. At first, my math was not very good. Teacher Tang always helped me with my homework. As a result, we got good grades in the final exam. Because I am not good at math, the teacher always pays attention to me and takes care of me. Let me never forget you.

I remember once, at that time, my math scores were not ideal at all, and I was almost desperate for math. I think I must not learn well and even start to hate math. I don't know anything about mathematics, so I don't want to do some homework left by my teacher because I can't do it. Plus the good TV programs made me forget my math homework. The next day, the teacher checked the math homework. The teacher didn't say anything in front of the students. I thought the teacher didn't notice, but I was still very happy. After class, the teacher asked me to go to the office. Suddenly, my heart seemed to have thousands of ants jumping in the pot, not afraid of the teacher's scolding and thinking. When I got to the teacher's office, I walked timidly, bowed my head and blushed at the teacher. "Why didn't Triumph, who has always been obedient, hand in his homework today?" I told the truth about the reason. Instead of scolding me, the teacher picked up a pen and told me the topic. He also said that he would give me lessons after school every day. I was so moved by the teacher's actions that I made up my mind to learn math well. Because of this, my math scores have advanced by leaps and bounds. It is also the efforts and help of teachers that have made my progress today. I went to junior high school and left Mr. Tang, but I still often think of Mr. Tang. The teacher gave me endless thoughts and enterprising spirit, and I was admitted to an ideal high school to repay your concern and expectation for me.

One more thing makes me feel that you really take care of me like a mother. This also happened in the second grade of primary school. One afternoon after school, my friends were picked up by my parents. It was getting dark and it began to rain. It's raining harder and harder, but my mother hasn't come yet. I paced anxiously in the classroom instead of sticking my head out to find my mother. "Why hasn't mom come yet?" I muttered to myself.

Suddenly, from the outside, I thought it was my mother and cried loudly. But the figure is getting closer. It seems to be our head teacher, Miss Tang. She came into the classroom and said kindly to me, "Triumphal, didn't mom come to pick you up?" "Well," I blushed and nodded gently. "Then the teacher will take you home!"

"What-you?" I looked up doubtfully-I know your son is ill at home, and I can't let the teacher take him. So I ran quickly to the gate. "Kay, don't run, or you'll fall!" Teacher Tang shouted. But I have been running. Suddenly, I slipped and fell to the ground. I cried loudly. Teacher Tang quickly ran to help me up, opened an umbrella, wiped the tears on her face with a handkerchief, and comforted me by saying, "Teachers like strong children best." I stopped crying slowly. The teacher told me stories of heroes along the way. Because I am short, Mr. Tang has been holding an umbrella over my head for fear that I will get wet, while the teacher is caught in the cold rain.

How's it going? Is my teacher Tang great? Teacher is an ordinary word, but behind it is holiness and greatness. We have made progress, and the teacher is happy about it; Our teacher regrets our failure. You have given your youth, your enthusiasm and your love, but you have no regrets.

Your heart is like the sun, and your heart is like a bright lamp, illuminating a bright road and holding up a piece of hope.

Here, I want to say to all the teachers: "In every corner of our hearts, every inch of our hearts is full of love for teachers!

4. Composition and dance performance of performance programs

Happy winter vacation life has many exciting things. For example: Spring Festival, temple fair ... What happened to me was a dance performance to welcome the Spring Festival.

In the cold winter, more than twenty students dressed neatly are preparing for the last rehearsal in the performance hall. After careful comments from the instructor, the rehearsal began. Everyone is serious about the one-hour rehearsal. Like a real performance, after the rehearsal, all the students were panting. Then we will wait for the real performance in the afternoon.

After lunch, we all made up our makeup and arranged our clothes. Under the instruction of the instructor, we waited for the appearance in the waiting room. In the waiting room, we rushed to the door to watch the wonderful performances of the actors. Before our performance, there were wonderful performances such as children dance, adult singing, children's singing and magic.

When we approached the performance, every member of our dance team was both happy and nervous. I am very happy: this performance will be broadcast on our TV station, and my parents can see our performance on TV. I'm going to be on TV, and I really want people all over the world to know. What I'm nervous about is: What if I make a mistake during the performance? I silently cheered myself up. Tell yourself-I can do it.

It's our turn to play, and every player's face is full of youthful smiles. When standing on the stage, the music sounded, the feeling of excitement welled up in my heart, and the feeling of tension disappeared and became a relaxed smile. Lightweight body twisted, swaying like a fairy; Our faces are like flowers blooming against the morning sun.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the successful conclusion of the performance. Teacher Wang, who taught us to dance, took a group photo with us. On the way home, my joy still lingers. I don't think I can sleep tonight.

Happy winter vacation, unforgettable Spring Festival Gala performance.

5. How to write a commemorative composition As time goes by, a ray of sunshine goes by. The past events left by dust are in my dreams and in my heart. Teachers are like our second parents. Take care of our growth and cultivate us as their children.

Time flies, I am a middle school student, but the past of the old year still lingers in my mind and I have to think of that distant story. At that time, I remember that I was in the second grade of primary school. Teacher Tang is the math teacher in our class and our head teacher. You are very concerned about the study of our class, so our class has been doing well. Whenever you can have a rest, you always review and guide us. As long as you have a pen, you can give us homework and contact at any time. You will immediately become my ultimate friend and our closest, most caring and most precious person. At first, my math was not very good. Teacher Tang always helped me with my homework. As a result, we got good grades in the final exam. Because I am not good at math, the teacher always pays attention to me and takes care of me. Let me never forget you.

I remember once, at that time, my math scores were not ideal at all, and I was almost desperate for math. I think I must not learn well and even start to hate math. I don't know anything about mathematics, so I don't want to do some homework left by my teacher because I can't do it. Plus the good TV programs made me forget my math homework. The next day, the teacher checked the math homework. The teacher didn't say anything in front of the students. I thought the teacher didn't notice, but I was still very happy. After class, the teacher asked me to go to the office. Suddenly, my heart seemed to have thousands of ants jumping in the pot, not afraid of the teacher's scolding and thinking. When I got to the teacher's office, I walked timidly, bowed my head and blushed at the teacher. "Why didn't Triumph, who has always been obedient, hand in his homework today?" I told the truth about the reason. Instead of scolding me, the teacher picked up a pen and told me the topic. He also said that he would give me lessons after school every day. I was so moved by the teacher's actions that I made up my mind to learn math well. Because of this, my math scores have advanced by leaps and bounds. It is also the efforts and help of teachers that have made my progress today. I went to junior high school and left Mr. Tang, but I still often think of Mr. Tang. The teacher gave me endless thoughts and enterprising spirit, and I was admitted to an ideal high school to repay your concern and expectation for me.

One more thing makes me feel that you really take care of me like a mother. This also happened in the second grade of primary school. One afternoon after school, my friends were picked up by my parents. It was getting dark and it began to rain. It's raining harder and harder, but my mother hasn't come yet. I paced anxiously in the classroom instead of sticking my head out to find my mother. "Why hasn't mom come yet?" I muttered to myself.

Suddenly, from the outside, I thought it was my mother and cried loudly. But the figure is getting closer. It seems to be our head teacher, Miss Tang. She came into the classroom and said kindly to me, "Triumphal, didn't mom come to pick you up?" "Well," I blushed and nodded gently. "Then the teacher will take you home!"

"What-you?" I looked up doubtfully-I know your son is ill at home, and I can't let the teacher take him. So I ran quickly to the gate. "Kay, don't run, or you'll fall!" Teacher Tang shouted. But I have been running. Suddenly, I slipped and fell to the ground. I cried loudly. Teacher Tang quickly ran to help me up, opened an umbrella, wiped the tears on her face with a handkerchief, and comforted me by saying, "Teachers like strong children best." I stopped crying slowly. The teacher told me stories of heroes along the way. Because I am short, Mr. Tang has been holding an umbrella over my head for fear that I will get wet, while the teacher is caught in the cold rain.

How's it going? Is my teacher Tang great? Teacher is an ordinary word, but behind it is holiness and greatness. We have made progress, and the teacher is happy about it; Our teacher regrets our failure. You have given your youth, passion and love, but you have no regrets.

Your heart is like the sun, and your heart is like a bright lamp, illuminating a bright road and holding up a piece of hope.

Here, I want to say to all the teachers: "In every corner of our hearts, every inch of our hearts is full of love for teachers!

On Wednesday night, the primary school of our school held a cultural performance to celebrate June 1st.

The third floor of the gymnasium is completely decorated, colorful balloons are hung on both sides of the stage, and colorful neon lights keep flashing. Seeing such a set, the students can't help shouting: "Wow, it's beautiful!" President Ye made an opening speech and the performance began. The program is getting better and better, and it will be our turn soon.

When the host announced: Please enjoy the song and dance "Don't Pick me up" brought by Class 2 (4), my palms sweated, and the students with small schoolbags jumped onto the stage with the music. A sudden puff of smoke on the stage completely covered me. I can't see clearly. I'm really afraid that I can't dance well and it will affect the whole group.

I try my best to comfort myself, calm down and listen to that beautiful and poetic song, sing along with it in my heart, and perform various dances at any time. A song soon ended, and warm applause rang out from the audience.

I was very excited and walked off the stage. Teacher Jin greeted me and said that we danced well. At this time, I found that all the students in our performance were sweating and flushed, and they kept patting their chests.

The next programs are all very interesting. After the whole program, the host, actors and leaders took a group photo as a souvenir. This performance is the most wonderful and meaningful one I have ever seen, and I will never forget it.

When the host announced: Please enjoy the song and dance "Don't Pick me up" brought by Class 2 (4), my palms sweated, and the students with small schoolbags jumped onto the stage with the music. A sudden puff of smoke on the stage completely covered me. I can't see clearly. I'm really afraid that I can't dance well and it will affect the whole group.

I try my best to comfort myself, calm down and listen to that beautiful and poetic song, sing along with it in my heart, and perform various dances at any time. A song soon ended, and warm applause rang out from the audience.

I was very excited and walked off the stage. Teacher Jin greeted me and said that we danced well. At this time, I found that all the students in our performance were sweating and flushed, and they kept patting their chests.

The next programs are all very interesting. After the whole program, the host, actors and leaders took a group photo as a souvenir.

7. How to write a photo and record a story in the last paragraph of the story composition in the photo; A photo tells an experience; A photo evokes a memory; A photo, full of emotion. It is such a small and meaningful photo, an ordinary and extraordinary photo, which is worth collecting.

My favorite photo was taken on the first day of 200 1 year 1 month in the living room on the third floor of my new home. The photo clearly shows me sitting on the sofa with my cousin, grandparents and grandparents. I still have a big apple on the plate on the table in front of me. Every time I dig out this photo from the album, I still remember the story behind it.

It was the first day of the first month when I was two years old. My grandparents and my cousins, uncles and aunts came to my home. During the chat, my father asked me to take photos with my grandparents and cousins. Knowing where I was sitting, I hurried to find a reason for my father to accompany me to the fourth floor first.

Up to the fourth floor, my father asked me what I was going to do. I said to myself, "Why don't I sit in the middle?" "Because my cousin is the oldest of you three children, and you and my cousin are the grandchildren of grandparents, of course you should be next to them." Dad replied. "But grandma is so old. If others see her, will she laugh at me? " "You are wrong to think so," my father went on to educate me earnestly. "How can others laugh at you? Although grandma is old, she has gone through decades of hardships for the happiness of our family today. As the younger generation, we should respect and love her. No grandma, no dad, no dad, no you! " I suddenly realized that I had just made a mistake. If others see me sitting next to my grandmother in the photo, they will not make fun of me, but will think that I am a good boy who respects my elders and is full of love!