Embrace-themed writing

No matter in study, work or life, everyone must have been exposed to composition. Composition is the transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed and concise language that one can understand to an external language form with standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. I believe many people will find writing difficult. The following is an essay on hugs. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

Since childhood, we have all grown up in the arms of our mothers, enjoying their care and care. How many people can really understand, experience and feel the warmth of their mothers?

When I opened the floodgate of memory, my mother seemed to be standing beside me, staring at me silently, her eyes full of kindness. I remember that was the first semester of my first grade. There are still three weeks before my holiday, and the students have entered a tense review stage. One day at noon, it snowed heavily, the wind was blowing, and the sky was foggy, which was really biting. Time is not long, the tree has accumulated a thick layer of snow, standing there like an ice sculpture from a distance. The roar of the wind is like the scream of a ghost, which adds a bit of chill to people. People in the street are wearing thick fur coats, and there are few pedestrians on the road. Occasionally a person walks in front of the school.

I haven't eaten steamed stuffed bun for several days. For the students who live on campus, not eating steamed buns is the most painful thing, so after school, I stood in the cold wind waiting for my mother's arrival.

Seeing that the wind is blowing harder, the snow is falling faster and faster. It's past two in the afternoon. I looked around and waited, shivering with cold, but I still couldn't see my mother. I'm disappointed. The weather is so bad that my mother will definitely not come. I swallowed my hunger and tears, and just as I turned to leave, suddenly, a kind call came faintly, "Son-". Suddenly, my heart was pounding. I turned around and saw my dear mother calling me. Looking at her hair frozen into a popsicle, her red face was covered with a layer of Bo Xue, and her hands as thick as bark carried a bun for me. Tears suddenly blurred my eyes. At this time, my mother came up to me and said angrily, "Hey, long time no see. Forget it, hurry back to the dormitory to eat. " At this point, I can't help it anymore. I threw myself into my mother's arms and couldn't say a word. I hugged my mother tightly. At this moment, I feel so warm, really warmer than hugging the sun. My tears flowed down like raindrops. My mother also shed tears, and we smiled at each other. My heart suddenly lit up. I took my mother's hand, and my mother held mine tightly. We are warm to each other, and the warmth spreads all over my body. I'm not cold and hungry anymore. I think I am the happiest person in the world!

The wind is still blowing, and the snow is still falling, leaving a string of crooked footprints on the snow-white snow. ...

Writing 2 on the topic of hug suddenly looks back, and childhood has become a beautiful memory. We all have a wonderful childhood in our hearts. The past of childhood means that our youth will come. Youth is beautiful and colorful.

We are young and affectionate. Looking at the endless sky, we will fantasize. If a meteor floats in the starry night sky, we will silently make a wish buried in our hearts for a long time. Watching the dazzling dance on TV, our hearts dance with it. I also have an idol in my heart, and I hope I will have that day.

Youth, we work hard. We have our own goals and will work hard. In class, we are serious students. After class, our lively children and friends have sincere friendship. When I was young, I was rebellious, not angry, close to my loved ones, and enjoyed family happiness.

We are young and chic. We have our own little world. At school, we live in the laughter and envy of many people. Sometimes we play practical jokes, and sometimes we make noise with our classmates. We are competitors in study and brothers and sisters in life. Students unite and help each other, and talk to the teacher about their troubles and feelings like friends. This is the happy us.

When we were young, we were very worried. With our growth, great changes have taken place in our physiology and psychology. Every girl will keep her secret in her heart and won't reveal it. Her study will also have a lot of troubles. Some people feel inferior, others are confident.

Besides, we were happy when we were young. Teachers, parents and the people of the motherland care about us and say that we are the rising sun and the hope of the future. In learning, we have a good environment, and the times have paved the way for us to succeed, but this road still needs to be opened up by ourselves. We live in a new era and have the best youth in the world. Why not seize this rare opportunity, embrace our youth, study hard and build the future.

When I wrote about hugging for three hours, I liked the darkness mixed with dreams, until one day, I hugged the sunshine. ...

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Late at night, the wind rustles the leaves, everything sleeps, and the faint light sets off a quiet and harmonious campus. Lying in bed, tossing and turning, it is difficult to sleep; Close your eyes and dream fairy tales flash through your mind. Join hands with Hai's daughter to find Snow White and defeat the evil witch. All my dreams remind me of the past. ...

Many years ago, I was born at night, which seems to decide that I am a "Nightcrawler". From the moment I opened my eyes and looked around, I fell madly in love with the night and the dark dream. I like playing with toys, listening to stories and dancing with stars at night. I love darkness, and I love that fantastic and mysterious world. Every day I ask my mother to close the curtains, because I hate the sunshine, which is so hot and dazzling on people. So, I became a "night watchman", always sleeping during the day, watching the stars at night and enjoying the moon during the day! I feel happy and satisfied with such a life.

Until one day, I felt lonely. I don't want to be with toys all the time. I want to have good friends. My mother also asked me to play during the day and sleep at night. At first, I was not used to it at all. During the day, my eyelids droop and I can't lift them. Besides, I am in super good spirits at night and can't sleep at all. My mother was anxious and reported me to the sun during the day. The sun blinded me, and I clamored to go home, but when I saw my little sister my age, my interest came. Play hide-and-seek with them, and at night, I will soon fall into a sweet dream. Gradually, I fell in love with the sunshine. If you see a girl who likes to run in the sun, it must be me. Gradually, the oath of "not seeing the sun" also dispersed with the wind.

Sitting under the osmanthus tree, the leaves are falling and flying all over the sky like lovely little angels. Looking up at the sunshine, the past comes to mind. Although the bright moonlight is soft, it can't compare with the unrestrained sunshine. I like sunshine, its warmth and everything. I want to embrace the sunshine and feel its fiery heat.

Writing on the topic of hugs is an eternal topic, and many literati have splashed ink on it without stint, leaving immortal poems. The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it has won three spring rays. "A feeling of love, a feeling of reluctance, a feeling of loving my son; "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain or shine. This matter is old and difficult. I hope that people will last for a long time and have a good scenery. " A kind of sadness, a kind of helplessness, a feeling of missing; "The moon is at sea now, and the horizon is at this time." A kind of hope, a kind of lovesickness, a feeling of expectation.

Affection, a gentle spring gushes from the heart and moistens the whole body, just like a crisp light rain moistening the earth and arousing a vibrant early spring.

Affection is not as elegant as the beautiful flowers with red calyx all over the mountains, nor as magnificent as the waterfall that "flies down to thousands of feet", nor as earth-shattering and shocking as the giant thunder that "the god of lightning, the collapse of hills". But she is gentle as water and warm as spring, which brings unforgettable feelings to people.

There are stories of crows feeding back, lambs bowing down to their mothers' affection, and elves returning to their roots with fallen leaves. There is a very frank sentence: "I can't live without my grandmother, and my grandmother can't live without me for the rest of her life." The mother and son are more dependent on each other and can't waste the distance. " There is also a heavy affection that makes me burst into tears. A mother unfortunately suffered from uremia and needed a kidney transplant. Relatives at home are at a loss, and only her five-year-old daughter shoulders the heavy responsibility. At an early age, I sold flowers and fruits on the streets and trains just to earn money for my mother's kidney disease. Nothing can stop her deep love for her mother. How strong and powerful is the will to bear the load in that young and thin body!

Family is the warm spring breeze, which brings us the strength to forge ahead; Affection, that is, the vast blue sky, has brought us the open-mindedness of being lenient with others; Affection, that is, the lofty mountain, brings us the eternity of love.

Touched by family, intoxicated by family, infatuated with family.

Hug your family and experience the true meaning of life!

It feels good to embrace the sunshine.

The weather is getting colder. Sitting at my desk, I cocked my head and stopped my pen on the paper, refusing to move. After thinking hard for a long time, my hands are cold and my heart is cold. I stood up wearily and yawned. I have no idea. I am bored to death!

The fatigue of burying oneself in homework for a long time seems to have reached its peak. I went to wash my hands. The stimulation of cold water didn't seem to wake me up at all, but it made me more sleepy, although-I looked up at the two rectangular sunshine groups that finally landed on my desk after being blocked by layers of glass. They are really golden. Similarly-the sunshine outside is warm and bright, and the sky is clear and clear. What a comfortable afternoon!

Wait, I mean, is it sunny?

I felt my legs take me to the balcony, so I opened the window conveniently-let my whole body lean out. Wow, the cool autumn wind suddenly woke me up: I don't remember when the sun was so bright, I said to myself. I took a few breaths of sunshine-clean, fresh and sweet. Suddenly, I understood what I wanted to do. So, fifteen seconds later, no, twenty seconds later, I was already walking in the warm sunshine.

Ah! It was a comfortable afternoon, I said to myself with satisfaction. Yes, the warm sunshine is refreshing. I don't know when it will be so comfortable. The fatigue of the day was swept away. Instead, it is a comfortable and full bracelet, with a little pride and happiness. The sun shines golden light on the earth. Seriously, it's as good as the sunset. Roads and houses are covered with dazzling gold gauze. Oh, jumping diamond-like elves shed from the dense crown of Ligustrum lucidum. Oh, they told me the secret of sunshine, and now I'll tell you.

Whether it is thrown in front of our eyes or just passed away, whether it is happiness or pain, whether it is noble or humble, it will reflect light in our hearts, beating with the heart and flowing with the blood. They belong to the same world and the same sun. Every moment, they will embrace the sunshine with the world. At the moment, the golden sunshine is shining on me. I told myself: it's a good idea to go out for a walk. It feels good to embrace the sunshine!

Hugging is the topic of composition 6. Under the starry night sky, there is a bustling market. Dazzling headlights and endless darkness enveloped the city, and gray smoke wandered the streets.

Sometimes, I want to hug the flowers.

The cold wind tore at this powerless land, so disdainful. When people wrap themselves, they also wrap their sinful hearts. The messy footsteps stepped on the low garden fence, leaving only those drooping and withered flowers. They are beautiful. The crumbling pink petals look particularly beautiful in the cold wind. Stamens glistened in the dark with water drops. Every flower is lying quietly on the ground. Raindrops wet the soil, wet their broken flowers, and the wet mud drowned them. Sometimes I really want to hug them and gently hold them in my hand, but unfortunately I missed this time.

Sometimes, I also want to hug the trees in late autumn.

A few trees on the roadside support the branches that are about to fall, and the scattered dead leaves accompany the wind and go to that distant place. The trunk is still covered with dry bark, the soil is dirty, and the words are engraved by tourists. They will use their last strength to finish the last journey. Everyone snuggled up to each other, recalling the beauty of their youth and sighing the misfortune of their later years. I want to hug them, but I can't disturb them, for fear that my hug will bring them endless pain.

Sometimes, I also want to hug the injured water.

The water in that pool is freezing cold, but they are so indifferent. Beneath the cold exterior, there is a burning heart. In the past, full of yearning and enthusiasm, they gave everything for mankind in exchange for bags of garbage and tons of wastewater. They were desperate, struggling and shouting.

I gently touched a pool of clear water with my fingers, and they became frightened, turbulent and then colder. Layers of ripples hit my fingers, venting my dissatisfaction. I don't care. I will wait until one day they forgive me, maybe never. I can only say to them, "I just want to give you a hug."

Day after day, flowers fell, trees withered, water flowed, and so on. Sin and hatred spread and devour every heart. Sometimes, I also want to hug them and the injured nature. I walked on, looking at the lost city, opening my hands and hugging with my heart.

Composition 7 on the topic of embracing, there is a simple and charming beauty without decorative painting.

Hugs from elders

In the warm sunset, in front of the narrow school gate. A group of people are standing or sitting, and their brow is faintly tired after being tired, but at this time, they are all waiting patiently and quietly.

After a while, with the sweet melody, the school gate opened and lovely children flew out. Glance over these lovely little faces. When their child appears, the waiting parents or grandparents will immediately squat down and grab him happily.

The picture is frozen like this. At this time, the tiredness of the elders' brow has long since disappeared; At this time, every little face is full of attachment. What a warm picture it is to hug one big and one small at sunset.

A classmate's hug

In the evening after the rain, in the quiet campus, I walked bored. Suddenly, the phone rang, and when I heard it, the voice in the distance was familiar-it turned out to be the deskmate who had just transferred to school.

During the call, her words seemed so helpless. "How I want to hug you" was her last words, which reminded me-

One afternoon, she told me that she was going to live in another strange city. The news made my brain work slowly after being silent for a while. Wait for a while and stare at this little friend in front of you, and you will face a sudden hug. We just hugged quietly and said goodbye gently, and the air was filled with disappointment. (The second scene: the hug of two good classmates. Full of friendship.

A stranger's hug

On a rainy night, bus stops and street lamps gave off a faint yellow light, and a group of people waited quietly with umbrellas.

I was worried that the bus would be late, so I hung my head and stayed. At this moment, a sudden gust of wind, looked up-

I saw a child fall on the road and get wet all over. A young man hurried forward, quickly picked up the child and put his clothes on him. It all happened so fast that no one reacted. The child at this time, he hugged the young man tightly with his hands. ...

The frozen hugs in these memories are heartfelt, simple and sincere, beautiful and moving.

These hugs are the love of the world. A hug, a photo; A hug, a love.

When the sun rises in Ran Ran, the darkness disappears.

Everything crouches piously, waiting for the grace of the first sunrise.

The sunshine is light and warm, and the dew condensed on the grass leaves reflects people's luster. As soon as the breeze blows, the dew drops down along the running route of the sun, and finally sticks its head out from the edge of the leaves to bathe in the sun.

This is the first time in a day that the sun embraces the earth.

I stood on the balcony, sleepy in the embrace of the sun disappeared without a trace. The shadow in the corner is narrowing the territory, even if it disappears by noon-the sun always tirelessly drives away all darkness. Unknown wildflowers on the roadside stretch their waists, and the full petals seem to overflow with fragrance. The weeping willows on the shore are nourished by the diffuse water vapor on the river, which is beautiful and enchanting. The river is full of glittering Jin Lang, like an unknown treasure in the depths of the river. A noisy day began in the street, and people went out of their homes one after another to welcome the embrace of the new day sunshine.

Mother has got up and started to be busy with her seemingly endless housework. The sun followed her tentatively, reflecting her thin back.

Mother is silent, but she seems to be a genius conductor, who can mobilize all kinds of sound elements at will. The washing machine turned on its loud voice and sang a welcome song. Tap water roared in applause, and no one was willing to lag behind, playing a beautiful symphony together. ...

I suddenly realized that in fact, my mother has been hugging our family with selfless love. She shouldered the burden of family daily life with thin shoulders and tried her best to maintain the comfort of my father and me. She works hard and has no regrets, just like the rising sun every day, embracing the earth, bringing light and warmth to everything in the world, but never asking for anything in return.

And for so many years, I have been silently in her efforts, even a simple hug has not been given to her.

Thinking about it, I couldn't help stepping forward and giving my mother a deep hug in the bright sunshine.

Hugging is the topic of composition 9. Hugs can give people different feelings in various environments. When you are happy, hugging allows you to share happiness with your friends; Hugs can cheer you up when you are depressed; When you are discouraged, a hug can rekindle your hope. ...

Our the Monkey King is such a person who affects everyone with hugs. As long as she hugs us, we will have a beautiful and spiritual morning.

One morning, I was very uncomfortable, but I came to school anyway. I have a terrible headache. I have taken antipyretics, and I am top-heavy. I can't walk steadily, as if someone could fall down with a gentle push. I'm carrying an art kit. Although there is only a box of watercolor pens and a box of crayons in it, I feel like carrying a bag of big stones. I finally reached the door of the classroom. I dragged my heavy legs into the classroom and greeted Teacher Dai listlessly: "Good morning, Teacher Dai." The teacher was radiant, his arms were like wings, and he gave me a warm hug with a smile. Strange to say, I got a mysterious power from this hug, and my fatigue immediately eased a little. "Xuan, go to school!" Teacher Dai said to me with a smile. "ok!" Unconsciously, a relaxed smile appeared on my face and my steps were brisk.

I walked back to my seat, quickly picked up my Chinese book, held back the sharp pain in my throat and read it carefully. Whenever I raise my eyes, I can always see that our the Monkey King is busy, either taking the lead in reading or giving a hug to the students who have entered the class one after another. Warm in my heart, deeply intoxicated in this charming morning.

That day, that mysterious force has been supporting me. I had classes in the morning, classes in the afternoon, and recess in the afternoon. I didn't call my parents to take me home, and I didn't let the teacher rest. What's even more surprising is that when I catch a cold, I usually have a fever, asthma and ask for leave ... for at least half a month.

This disease, I will be fine in a few days, as usual, alive and kicking in the class. This is probably because the teacher's hug gave me mysterious energy!

The teacher's hug gave me energy and courage. I believe that every student in my class has felt or is feeling this magical power, and it has a beautiful name-love. Thanks to the teacher's hug, on these beautiful mornings!

From my memory, I can always dig out fragments related to you. When I was bored as a child, the time was always very long, but when I grew up, it seemed so precious.

Spring comes late, and the breeze blows away the dust of memory, making the fragments about you gradually clear.

That spring, you took me back to my hometown. At that time, your hair was rarely white and there were no wrinkles. You are a little fat and like to laugh.

I didn't like talking to you at first, because you always talk loudly, which is a little scary like quarreling. You brought me into the house and brought me all kinds of fruits. I sat on your lap, enjoying the mild sunshine and eating bananas slowly. You watch me eat and laugh. The leaves in early spring are blown by the wind, echoing your laughter.

You always like to play jokes on others. Although I have a job in other places, I will still chat with people of the same age in the village when I have time. Under some poplar trees in front of our house, it is like an open-air "chat room". I can hear you talking and laughing in the house. Yang quilt was lifted by the breeze and hung high in the sky, as if the memory had been sublimated.

What happened afterwards? Since then, I haven't lived in your house often. During this period, many springs have come and gone, but your white hair is no longer black.

Being with my parents again is a recent thing. That day, you dragged me into the back room excitedly. You said, "Your mother told me a long time ago that you were coming to stay, and I prepared delicious food for you." Seeing a box on the table, I guess it's delicious. I don't have much desire to explore. I don't think this is a rare thing. I slowly opened the box, and when the contents of the box fell into my sight, something seemed to explode in my mind. It's really not a rarity. It's two hanging bananas, but they are black and spoiled.

When did your memory begin to decline? You often go to the market to buy food and forget to bring money. You forget a lot of things, but you never forget "I'm coming" and "I love eating".

My tears began to be disobedient. You were a little overwhelmed when you saw this. "If you don't like it, just leave it there." You are like a child who made a mistake. I didn't know how to comfort you, so I picked a good banana and gulped it down. Soon, your smile appeared again, as warm as a breeze.

You forget many things, but always remember to love me. You are my lovely and kind grandmother. When spring comes again, you hold me in your arms, like a breeze, warm and gentle.

Embrace the topic composition 1 1 A whole crisp slap broke the silence of the winter night, followed by the sound of slamming the door. Everything else is innocent. I hid under the covers and sobbed alone, and the pictures in my memory were shown in my mind like movies. ...

Dad, the first time you hit me was because your daughter talked back. Dad, you've changed. ...

You in the deepest memory are my favorite good father. You never hit me, not even a soft reprimand. At that time, you will always hold me in your arms and hold me tightly like that. I think your arms are the warmest and most comfortable in the world. When I cry, you will hug me tightly; When I was angry with you, you still held me tight.

But dad, when my daughter gradually grew from a hungry bird to an eagle flying high, your hugs were rare, and finally she left me. The familiar hug that once accompanied my daughter's life growth has now become so strange, as if it had never happened before.

Dad and daughter sometimes complain that time always inadvertently steals the intimacy between our father and daughter, but we are still blood-bound families, right? The burden of raising a family makes your thick shoulders tilt, but your love for your daughter has never changed, has it?

In the long study career, my daughter has been working hard, hard and persevering. Whenever my daughter wants to be lazy and give up, there will always be a picture of my father smiling lovingly and holding me like a baby. Daughter is full of energy and devoted to heavy study, just in exchange for an encouraging love hug.

The sound of opening the door pulled me back from my thoughts. Through the corner of the bed, I saw my father's sorry eyes. Suddenly, a pinch of white stung my eyes. When did my father's black hair change into white hair?

There is water mist in my eyes, and my eyelashes can't help shivering. When I think of my father getting up early and busy every day, my heart is twisted together, leaving only tears and sadness. It turns out that my father's love has never been far away, but my misunderstanding of my father has kept his love in the ice and snow.

Dad, when I was a child, I was always attached to your hug. So now, can my daughter hug you again?

Unconsciously, the composition 12 on the topic of hugging (hugging a bear is hugging happiness) became a happy and beautiful sentence for me, because I was deeply moved from the beginning of reading the book "hugging a bear is hugging happiness", so I always thought happiness was light, quiet and warm. However, destiny takes a hand's happiness is tortuous. Fortunately, after experiencing a change, she closed herself up and got a happy "invitation letter" again. This is no accident, which made Xiaonian understand that hugging a bear is hugging happiness!

I always complain about this and that. Today, after reading the story of primary school, I recalled every bit of my life, only to find that I still feel the warm current of happiness rippling in my quiet and comfortable countryside. Those vague figures and those loving eyes bear my happiness. Yes, I have so much happiness that I should be satisfied!

In fact, happiness has its own trajectory, which flows peacefully through everyone's life. But happiness is wearing a mask whenever and wherever, and no one can predict when happiness will come to you, so a lot of happiness will pass you by.

I always have a teddy bear with me. Even after school, I was picked up by a teddy bear. Everything is accompanied and protected by a teddy bear. However, many students still don't believe that Xiaonian has a teddy bear, but a little boy believes that another doctor Lin gave Xiaonian many teddy bears. Therefore, Xiaonian likes this doctor Lin very much and can't wait to grow up with him right away.

Once, Xiaonian showed a beautiful house for Teddy Bear in a shop. Teddy Bear liked it very much, but the house was too small for Teddy Bear to live in. Suddenly, with a bang, off-year lost consciousness. After waking up, Xiaonian found herself hit by a big truck. Mom and Dr. Lin are very worried, and the teddy bear is crying! After this incident, a few days later, Xiaonian's father took Xiaonian's favorite teddy bear away, and Xiaonian got a lovely teddy bear from his cousin. ...

After reading this book, I am very moved.

Sometimes, you wake up too late to understand that what you are looking for is actually what you gave up at the last second, so cherish every minute. ...

I'm sure you will understand. ...