Write a 350-word composition about my heart.

1. Talk about my heart and write 400 words.

Talk to the teacher.

Teacher, you are so amiable. You are like a diligent gardener in the garden. We are little flowers in the garden. After your careful cultivation, we have grown up gradually. How much effort you have devoted to us in the past three years!

Every time you help us revise our composition, you are so careful, and you have printed a lot of scarlet letters in our composition book. I can see at a glance that you are so eager to write our composition well.

I remember one time your teacher had a sore throat, which almost made you speechless. You didn't ask for leave, but we didn't listen in class. Many students are absent-minded and make you angry, saying that we are heartless! In fact, it is not that we are heartless, but that we want to care about you. It is only because of the influence of some classmates that we do this. . Teacher, you have done so much for us. How can we forget you?

Teacher, I love you! I will always remember you. You not only gave us knowledge, but also taught us the truth of being a man. Teacher, in fact, we all want you to teach us until graduation. I think it would be a pity if you really don't teach our graduating class, but I will not live up to your expectations and will definitely become a pillar of our country. I will repay you then.

2. Talk about my heart and write 300 words.

[Tell me what I think] Tell me what I think.

Mom, there is one thing I have been afraid to tell you, health.

I'm afraid you'll hit me. Today, I have to tell you in this composition.

Now, talk about my heart and write 300 words.

That was after the math exam last year. I thought I could get 1.

00, but after the teacher handed out the paper, I took a look.

God, one wrong number, two wrong numbers, three wrong numbers,

I actually got 70 points, my pride, all of it.

I forgot all about it. What shall we do? Tell mom,

Beat; Don't tell mom that I am a dishonest boy.

Son, the composition of the second grade of primary school, "Talk about my heart", a 300-word composition. On second thought, I decided not to tell my mother.

When I got home, your mother came over and asked me with a smile.

: "Did you take the exam?" I'm scared, but I'm still

Calmly say, "No."

I quickly hid the test paper, and in the next few days, I

I'm afraid you will find out.

Mom, I decided to tell you this. Can You Ever Forgive Me?

Forgive me?

Please write an exercise on the topic of talking about my heart.

Tell me what I'm thinking

Fifteen years have passed, and time flies. My mother has some silver threads on her head. I really want to talk to my mother.

When I was very young, I always had a small wish in my heart, that is, to give my mother a song that belongs to her-"Mom, I want to say something to you and swallow my mother." I want to smile at you, but there are few tears in my eyes. Oh, mom, mom by candlelight, your black hair is frosted. " ...

Perhaps, in our life, many people and things will fade away with the passage of time; But in our hearts, we will never forget our mother, and her deep maternal love for us will never be weakened by the passage of time!

From the time we landed, we grew up under the warm care of our mother. Mom always brings us infinite warmth and makes us full of hope for life and the future. I remember when I first went to school, my mother took my schoolbag for me. When it rains, my mother holds up a beautiful umbrella for me to shelter me from the wind and rain; Jiaozi, my favorite food, was wrapped by my mother. When I was wronged, my mother gently wiped away my tears with a paper towel ... Mom, I want to thank you. You gave me life, happiness, joy, love and everything now. ...

My mother has a pair of unspeakable rough hands, but they always warm me behind my growth. In the cold winter, my mother always reaches into cold water and washes my dirty clothes with her heart, even though her hands have turned red! But my mother doesn't care. My mother always holds my warm hand to keep me warm, even if her hand is "warm" and cold ... Day after day, year after year, my mother's smooth and delicate hand becomes so rough, which is a testimony of her efforts for me. But sometimes I don't understand and make you angry, so I say to you, "Mom-"

All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers; There is a most beautiful voice in the world, and that is the call of mother; Mom, where you are, you are the happiest!

Mom-I love you! Mom-I love you!

4. Talk about your heartfelt composition, 300 words.

Write your own composition and tell all parents. Dear parents, I don't know if you have noticed that three people in a family are together every day, but very few of them tell the truth to each other, almost zero. Today, I want to talk to you with my pen and my heart. Poor people inherit the wind, who never thought that their children would become dragons and phoenixes among people? I can understand you. You are often strict with your children. You should not only make them outstanding in school and all aspects of their abilities, but also be a self-reliant and omnipotent person in life. We want to do well and try to do well, but we will also do a lot of things badly in the process of our efforts. It is because of these mistakes that you have been "nagging". I know this is love for our children. Mom and dad, you always demand perfection from your children, but have you ever considered whether you are too harsh? Nothing is perfect, no one is perfect. I hope parents can understand our children's hearts. In modern families, quarreling is a common occurrence. Mom said something, dad answered it, and then they quarreled. But you know what? As children, we are really in a dilemma at the moment. On the one hand, we are kind mothers full of maternal love, on the other hand, we worship our father very much. We really don't know who to help, and our hearts are full of contradictions and helplessness. I know that as children, we have no right to judge you. After all, you are parents. But I sincerely hope that you can think and measure from the standpoint and angle of our children. After that, you will feel it and understand it. When parents quarrel, the most contradictory and painful thing is the child. After your quarrel, everything will be over, even after the rain clears, but what we can leave is an indelible shadow. This is an invisible harm to us! We should know that the love we need is more than one person can bear, and it needs the joint efforts of three people. But in any case, mom and dad will always be the closest people in our minds. No matter how inappropriate your education method is, it is still your love for your children. Because the greatest love in the world is maternal love and fatherly love! Today, I said a heartfelt word to all my parents. I hope every family life can be happy, and I hope all children in the world can live in a happy family! Tell your mother the truth Dear mother: Today, I'm going to tell you everything I've been holding in my heart for a long time. Please don't get angry. Mom, to be honest, I am more tired than going to school in summer vacation. You always keep me studying. Math, English, composition, calligraphy-all occupy my carefree play time, and even watching TV is restricted by you. I remember once, when I finished. Hearing the noise, he immediately came in and turned off the TV and said, "It's time to practice English listening. You should study hard now and be admitted to a famous university in the future ... "So, I was forced to enter my room again, listening to harsh English, just like the Tang Priest chanting for the Monkey King. My head really hurts. Mom, is it worth going to college? You always tell me how hard you work at school and how good your grades are ... mom, are you the only one who has been admitted to college? Isn't there anyone stronger than you who is admitted to graduate school and doctor's degree? Why not compare with them, but with me, a pupil? Mom, I know that I will always be a child in your eyes, and sometimes your promise makes me lose face, you know? On my birthday, you promised to come back at night and buy me a big birthday cake. That day, I have been immersed in happiness, learning everything is very interesting, and I invited several good friends to share my happiness in the evening. But we wait and wait, waiting for you to come back empty-handed. In the face of my friend's disappointment, I feel ashamed and can't wait to find a crack in the ground. Mom, how could you forget the story that you once told me about "Ceng Zi killing pigs"? You often tell me to be honest and trustworthy, but how can you break your word? Can adults fool children at will? Mom, although you have many mistakes to do, many of your advantages have benefited me for life. I sincerely thank you and respect you, my good mother. Good health! All the best! Your daughter (son): XX, XX, XX, XX.

5. Talk about my heart and write 400 words.

Dad, you know what? I have many, many heartfelt wishes to tell you. But once I ... ...

I keep it in my heart, but I dare not say my thoughts in front of you. I'm afraid; fear

If you say a wrong word, you will frown that terrible frown. I wonder what it's like.

Today's "storm" was terrible. I opened my heart.

Tell you what I think.

Dad, you have a bad habit that you like smoking very much. Your cigarette cases are everywhere.

Both: two bags on the table, three bags on the bed, and five or six bags next to the TV! Every time you

My mother and I will stay away from you next time we smoke. As long as you have a cigarette in your mouth, you can walk to it.

No, we will avoid you, just like playing hide and seek. When you smoke

It looks "beautiful": first, you skillfully take out your cigarette and lighter and light it with a bang. Sometimes the lighter is unstable and will point to your nose. You sit on the sofa, cross your legs, smoke a cigarette hard, and then spit it out slowly. As long as my mother and I smell this smoke, we will be out of breath.

My mother and I laid down a lot of smoking rules for you, but you just wouldn't listen. Mom often quarrels because of your smoking, which often makes me fidget.

Do you remember once, you said that you would go to Uncle Chen's house to play cards after dinner? I don't want you to go, so I let you stay at home with me. However, considering how tired you are at work every day, I have to let you go. When you left, I made a request to you: smoke less. I quietly checked your cigarette case, and it's still full. After you left, I played at home. Suddenly, I found your wallet dropped on the sofa. Suddenly, I was anxious like an ant on hot bricks, walking around the room, thinking: If you lose at cards, what will you pay for it? Thinking about it, I hurried downstairs and brought your wallet.

Panting, I ran to Uncle Chen's house. No sooner had I arrived at the door than I smelled a choking smell of smoke. Pushing open the door, I saw the smoke, and I could hardly see anyone. I found you and was about to give you my wallet when you took out a cigarette from your wallet and lit it. I see the trash can next to you is full of cigarette butts, ash and cigarette cases. I handed you my wallet and said, "Dad, you didn't take your wallet. I brought it to you. " I thought: Dad will praise me. As soon as the voice fell, you poured a pot of cold water and said, "What are the children doing here? Go back quickly! " "I heard this, my heart was burning and I was very angry. I finally got angry with you and said, "You heavy smoker, you smoke, you smoke. If you find out later, you will be killed!" " "When I finished, I rushed out of Uncle Chen's house and ran home with tears in my eyes.

After I got home, I sat in bed and called my mother to tell her what had just happened. My mother said to me on the phone, "Dear son, don't be afraid. Later, my mother called your mother and criticized him. " Soon after I came home, you came back, too. I gave you a hard white eye. Then, when I heard my mother calling you, I vaguely felt that my mother was scolding you in the room. I thought to myself, you really deserve to be scolded Mom scolded you very well. I patted my hand and enjoyed myself under the covers. However, in my heart, I hope you are healthy and safe.

Dad, please give up smoking. Please give up smoking for your health, for my study and for my mother's health.

6. Write your own heartfelt composition, almost 350 words.

Can't forget you

-Laugh 30,000 times with you, and leave without telling.

Dear Vera:

You said a lot of old things in your letter. I read your question and can't reply for the time being.

You ask me, which of the 56 people in primary school impressed you the most?

I think the answer is clear. For me, there is no "best". Abortion, Yaxue, Weiwei. . Those memories that you and I cherish and cannot be erased. Only the power of missing.

I know you know me-

You always know me best.

If you really want to fill this gap, my answer should surprise you and make you feel a little lost: Squidward Tentacles.

Yes, you must remember Squidward Tentacles who was my deskmate for five years.

I know, you must have laughed. Right? This person may be the happiest bright color in my primary school memory.

Look at the three principles of my deskmate: 1. The seat is my living room; 2. The drawer is my locker; My notebook is my draft paper. These three unreasonable principles, in fact, it took him five years to achieve exactly the same. When you graduated, you all congratulated him on escaping from the pain. He smiled: Just get used to it.

He is not the kind of clumsy boy-certainly not as good as others, with high grades, humor, tenacity and ordinary. Survived under my tyranny for five years. But his bottom line is that he really can't touch it, and he has turned his face immediately. However, when the Cold War didn't last more than one class, he often used a sigh to tolerate my willfulness.

In that crazy age of gossip, we were never rumoured. You know there is a blood friendship between us. When a person passes a note or reads a book, another convenience is a loyal sentry, and we can use this skill to have a wonderful time. In the face of my horrible art works, he became my "exclusive gunman" without hesitation-for him who just started to learn to draw with strokes, it was nothing to finish two paintings in 40 minutes. Go to sleep when you are sleepy. I know you had to stay up late to play games again last night, and you borrowed my notebook after class. What did the teacher say just now? I knew you wouldn't listen, chorus competition! The answer is always a hostile look.

You should remember all this.

In class, he often thinks of many interesting jokes and tells me. We constantly revised and added more appropriate smiling faces, and then two people covered their faces with books and laughed until they were paralyzed.

I am not a gentle woman, and I often vent my anonymous fire on him. Sometimes he will get angry and drink coldly: you are crazy! Then draw a line with the 38th parallel and leave me alone. A few minutes later, I reluctantly pushed the pencil box to me to the sound of my pleasant correction tape.

He often chats with me, how is the situation on the peninsula, AK47, concise and meticulous! I don't understand anyway. Once he was talking passionately about M 16, and I casually received: "Fried meat with eggs. He choked to death on his own saliva: "You were sent from heaven." "Well and good! "That's great, I don't understand." Then he lowered his head to write an exercise book and pulled out a piece of paper vertically from the notebook. "I am so old, you haven't given it to anyone yet!" I've never been struck by lightning in my life. "

Memories are beautiful. They can be revived so vividly when you have the heart to relive them.

-You know me. ...

Moon butterfly

7. [Talk about my mental composition or talk about my mental composition in 500 words.

Mom, I want to tell you.

Mom, I have a lot to say to you.

I hope your children will become dragons and your daughters will become phoenixes. This is the hope of every parent. In order to make us "famous" and "settle down", you have been forcing us to do things we don't want to do. Mom, you are no exception. You asked me to go to cram school and do endless extracurricular exercises.

On weekends, there is no classmate who doesn't like it. However, I hate weekends very much, and even wish I didn't have any weekends. Because students can go out to play on weekends, I go to cram school and face composition class, reading class, English class and Olympic math class all day ... in this way, I can only do my homework at noon on Friday and on Saturday and Sunday nights. If the teacher has a lot of homework, I don't even have time to rest. I have asked you for a little time to play countless times, but you casually said, "Time is squeezed out. You can play after you finish the cram school and finish your homework. " Hey! There is no time to play.

I remember that year's National Day, my cousin called and asked me out to play. I wanted to take the opportunity to relax, so I couldn't wait to agree. I was going out when you came back from shopping. You stared at me and said loudly, "Do you want to be lazy?" ? Have you checked your homework? I was so scared that I hesitated and said, "I checked." ... I checked. "You don't believe it, so you open your exercise book again. I really didn't know why you didn't believe me at that time. After reading your homework, you take out some exercise books for me to do. You said, "You can play after you finish these crossed-out exercises. Whether you want to play or not is up to you. "I was happy to open my exercise book, which surprised me. When will you do so many exercises? This is not to say that you are not allowed to play? ! Then, you called your cousin and said you wouldn't let me go.

Mom, I want to tell you, please give me a free space to grow up, and there is no room for grades, practice and blame.

Dad, I want to tell you, dear dad, time flies, time flies. Blink of an eye, I 13 years old. You can't forget the kindness of raising, and you can't pay it back. Mom and dad, at this moment, your kind figure always flashes in my mind. Your meticulous love for me is like a burning fire, and a warm current hits me and spreads all over my body. Some people say that father is a tree, sheltering the flowers under it. Dad, you know what? I am the flower under the tree. Under your careful care, I strive to bloom the most beautiful flowers in the world. Dad, thank you for your 13 years of teaching. Since I was born, you have taught me the ability to survive, brought me the power of knowledge and endowed me with the source of thought. Dad, you are a strict father. In my memory, you seldom praise me. Whenever I get good grades, you always show a serious expression. I was thinking, am I not doing well enough? Therefore, I work harder every day, and I look forward to the day when you can give me a thumbs up. I brought you a stroke-by-stroke copybook. I played an edelweiss that I had practiced for a few days. I brought you a composition that had been brewing for a long time ... After that, you didn't see a smile on your face. I was so disappointed. I can't understand what you are doing, and even think you are an unreasonable person. Nevertheless, I am willing to share my success and happiness with you. After experiencing more successes, failures, setbacks and efforts, I grew up. I finally understand what you did to me. That's why you want me to make persistent efforts when I succeed. At the same time, I also thought that when I failed, you never criticized me. So you want me to keep going when I fail, not to be discouraged and not to back down. I cried at the moment I understood. There is no special reason, just because I am grateful to you. After my success again and again, you make me more modest; After I failed again and again, you made me stronger. Thank you, my dear father! You love me quietly in your way, and I began to savor the vastness and vastness. Your deep concern has made me mature. Most importantly, it taught me the most precious wealth in my life-being a man. Dad, I want to tell you that being with you is my greatest happiness, and your happiness is my greatest happiness. Dad, I want to tell you that I will never stop growing towards the sky like those tall trees. Although I know I will never realize my dream, I still try my best.

8. Tell me about my heart.

Teacher, you are so amiable. You are like a diligent gardener in the garden. We are little flowers in the garden. After your careful cultivation, we have grown up gradually. How much effort you have devoted to us in the past three years!

Every time you help us revise our composition, you are very careful. You printed a thick red pen on our composition book. You can see how much you want our composition to be written.

I remember one time your teacher had a sore throat, which almost made you speechless. You didn't ask for leave, but we didn't listen in class. Many classmates make you angry and say that we are heartless! In fact, it is not that we are heartless, but that we want to care about you. It is only because of the influence of some classmates that we do this. . Teacher, you have done so much for us. How can we forget you?

Teacher, I love you! I will always remember you. You not only gave us knowledge, but also taught us the truth of being a man. Teacher, actually, we all want you to teach us to graduate. I think it will be a pity if you really stop teaching us in the graduating class, but I will not live up to your expectations and will definitely become a pillar of our country. I'll report then.

9. Composition: How to write my thoughts?

Mom, I have a lot to say to you, but I can't find the right opportunity to say it to you. Mom: When I don't know how to do my homework, you help me and support me so that I can think and answer questions by myself. When I failed in the exam, you patiently explained my mistake and told me to correct it; When I was sick, you carried me from the seventh floor to the hospital, anxious to find a doctor to see me; You are not afraid of getting hurt, but I am afraid of getting seriously ill. I thank you very much: my dear mother!

Mom, I know you make me learn this and that every day for my own good, but every Saturday and Sunday I feel a little dizzy: because I know I have to learn more. How envious I am to see other children playing outside.

You guys! Mom: I wish I could play happily downstairs like you. I don't want to study or study every day. I'm really bored. I hope you can give me some freedom. Mom, don't be angry when I say so. I know it's hard for you to take me alone: for a living, my father works in a distant city, and you have to take care of me when you go to work alone. I never object to what you ask me to do, but I'm really tired. Finally, mom, I want to say thank you, dear mom.

10. Talk about my heart and write 500 words.

In fact, each of us has a lot to say. However, I haven't had a chance to tell others that today's opportunity has finally come.

I really want to grow up quickly, because I don't have to do my homework when I grow up.

I think mom and dad are the happiest because they don't have to study or do their homework. But once, I saw my parents sweating when they were working. Only then did I know that mom and dad are not the happiest, but the hardest. At this time, I think since mom and dad are not the happiest, grandma must be the happiest, but one day, I saw an old grandmother being thrown to the ground and unable to get up. It's a pity that no one helped her. Then I realized that no one is happier than the children of our time. Now I finally understand: to get happiness, it is not to remember that money is the happiest, but that happiness comes from labor. Do I really want to do my homework? That was before, but now I'm not afraid to do my homework. I want to repay my parents with excellent grades, so that their faces will always be filled with bright smiles.

"But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays." I know I can't repay my parents' love for me. Yes! I am the grass in spring, and my father is the sunshine in spring. How does grass repay spring? I am a weak grass, and my mother is a warm earth, holding me in her arms all the year round. Even in the cold winter, my parents still use their warm hearts to melt the ice and snow on my body.

Ah! Mom and dad, you gave me a happy childhood, and you let me know the meaning of warmth. You're amazing!