Compose here

In daily life or work and study, everyone will come into contact with composition more or less. With the help of composition, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. In order to make it easier and more convenient for you to write essays, the following is the essay I have compiled for you. It is for reference only. You are welcome to read it. Composition 1 here

I am very curious. Why am I here? There is a magical effect that makes my heart look up to the sky. It's blue. The sky was as blue as a mirror and I could see myself in it. But the sky hasn't answered my question yet. Why am I here?

My father said that everyone has the value of living. What is my value? I'm standing in the sky. Is that my worth? The sky told me to look at myself and get to know myself, and I would find the answer. Blue sky, white clouds and warm breeze. Peace between Zeus and Earth. Everyone must fulfill their mission from the time they arrive in the world until they leave. Your value is.

What is the task? My mom said, do what you have to do. Those ones? Maybe she said it was to wash shoes or do homework? I also think so when my grandparents said they should inject new blood into society, continue to live on income, and jointly push the country to a new height.

They said, these are the value of my life and the reason why I am standing here.

There is not enough time to waste, but I am sure I am too lazy to complete the task, everyone is doing it. I love traveling, walking in cities, and living in towns. Do these things explain why I'm here?

Now, I can no longer see the sky. Everyone is looking up to the sky, completing their mission and showing their value. I look forward to the earth and the trees. Green forest, and some cute mammals. I like to do what I want to do most. Stay away from all the stupid tasks. Composition 2 here

The wind of history blows, the reeds shake their heads gently, and the red leaves fly up and dance in a circle... You walk over and over again, here, I watch all this and imagine you look like.

Huangzhou

Because of "The Wutai Poetry Case", you were demoted to Huangzhou. From then on, Su Shi disappeared politically, and Su Dongpo became immortal. I stood on the hillside facing east and saw you holding a hoe, wiping sweat with your sleeves, picking up a small fan, sitting on the bamboo board, gently fanning the small fire in the stove, slowly Slowly stewing, a mouthful of wine and a mouthful of meat, getting drunk, and swiping a pen, "the best taste in the world is pure joy".

Huizhou

I am standing here, under a tall lychee tree, the branches of which are covered with red fruits. I looked, looked here, looked at Mr. Dongpo among the trees, picking the fruits and peeling them open quickly, one in each mouth. The black core and skin fell off together, forming a small mountain. I looked under this tree and reached out my hand to pick one... your taste.

Danzhou

I am in the sea, feeling the waves lapping at my legs, and experiencing the gravel playing under my feet. Here, looking into the distance, you rolled up your trousers and fumbled with your hands in the water. One...eat...two...eat...three...eat...another hill. You lay on the rocks, listening to the waves and basking in the sun.

Ask you about your life achievements, Huangzhou, Huizhou, Danzhou. I'm here and so are you. Composition 3 here

Zhenxiang Bridge is a newly built bridge in Xiangxiang. It is very beautiful and has great uses.

There are approach bridges on both sides of the Zhenxiang Bridge, connecting Bizhou Park. People no longer have to take a detour to walk and play in Bizhou Park. It connects to Zhenxiang Road in the old city to the north. Zhenxiang Road is lined with shops. During the day, it is bustling with traffic, and the constant flow of people adds to its prosperity. In the evening, more people flock here because it is a center for dining, entertainment, and leisure. After eating and drinking, people stepped onto the Zhenxiang Bridge and headed to the new city in the south to breathe fresh air and consume the excess nutrients in their stomachs. More and more people in Xiangxiang cannot live without Zhenxiang Bridge.

In the evening, the neon lights on both sides of Zhenxiang Bridge shine brightly. There are so many colors, red, yellow, blue, green, green, purple, orange, Zhenxiang Bridge becomes a rainbow bridge!

The railings on both sides are inlaid with stone tablets. The stone tablets are engraved with exquisite patterns and poems that have been passed down through the ages. Walking people can't help but stop their pace when they come here, and read and comment with interest.

The two large thick stone pillars at the head of the bridge stand on both sides, with dragons flying in the clouds and mist carved on them, adding mystery and solemnity to the beautiful Zhenxiang Bridge.

The Qifeng Pavilion on the top of Dongtai Mountain in the distance is shining, the Wen Tower is also shining, and the city is even more brilliantly lit, reflecting the equally dazzling Zhenxiang Bridge. I am intoxicated.

Zhenxiang Bridge, I really like walking here! Composition here 4

During the Spring Festival, my parents took me to my grandpa’s house to visit relatives. I like to go to my grandpa’s house very much, because my grandpa’s house is very big. There is a big yard in front of the house, and there is a big pond in front of the yard. Especially the grandpa’s house has my three favorite cousins ??and my classmates. Everyone knows about it. That adorable cat that everyone knows about.

When we arrived at my grandpa’s house, the adults were busy cooking, and my three cousins ??and I were bored. The bold third cousin then suggested, "Let's buy some cannonballs and explosives to play with! Those who are brave can play cannonballs, and those who are timid can play explosives." Everyone clapped their hands in agreement.

After we bought the slinging and exploding guns, my third cousin gave them to us to try them out. She first lit the cannon's head with a lighter, let the cannon burn in her hands for a while, and then immediately threw it into the pond. There was only a muffled sound of "boom", and the water was splashed into the air by the cannon. The third cousin threw the explosive on the ground again, and the explosive exploded with a loud "pop", and the surrounding area was filled with the choking smell of gunpowder.

The timid eldest cousin saw her third cousin having so much fun, so she also tried to play with a cannon. Unexpectedly, her courage grew more and more, and in the end she even surpassed her third cousin's courage in playing with cannons. She put the cannon into the cigarette box, but the cigarette box exploded into three halves; she put the cannon in the soil, but it blew a small hole in the soil; and she put the cannon in a broken cigarette box. On the orange, the orange exploded...

Seeing this, my second cousin and I couldn't help but join in the game. Everyone climbed trees and climbed stools for a while, having fun and having fun. Although these cannon-throwing and exploding cannons are designed for children, they are still dangerous, so students must pay attention to safety when playing!

This game full of new year flavor makes me have endless aftertaste. Composition here 5

The warm breeze caresses the potted plants in front of the window. I stretch here to enjoy the rising red sun; whenever the bright moon is in the sky, I look at the stars here and imagine the strange world. A wonderful journey through the world.

Here, I can sit on the soft sofa and read today's news leisurely. I would like to send skin cream to the warriors stationed on the frontier so that their skin will no longer sting so much while they are stationed. I want to be an envoy to the United States to discuss political affairs with Biden, so that the American people can obtain their own true liberalism that has been advocated but not practiced.

Here, I can create a miracle. At night, I lit the lamp, picked up the pen, and rolled up my sleeves. In the yellow haze, I could only see a young man with his head buried in the book, writing furiously. Listening quietly to the rustling of the pen tip and the turning of the pages of the book, my heart is full of joy, I like the speed at which I can catch up on my homework, and I like the true knowledge that I gradually acquire. A boy, a pen, a night, a miracle. When I was victorious and happily lying on the bed, little did I know that the war was still going on here tomorrow night.

Whenever the bright moon hangs in the endless night, sitting here, I can't help but recall those classmates who were good friends in the past. Every day's laughter and every day's fights, it seems like just yesterday. What happened is vivid in my mind. I opened WeChat and asked them about their current school life. Time passed slowly, but I still couldn't hear the notification sound. I comforted myself and accepted my current life, but I couldn't calm down for a long time. Here, only sighs are heard.

Here, recall the past; here, taste the beautiful stories in the world; here, even more in my heart. Composition 6 here

Heart seal?

In front of the window, I stood quietly in silence.

In a daze, I saw the pear tree outside the window, and couldn't help but think of you again. Many days have flown by before my eyes, and many plots of the story have long been forgotten. However, some things are engraved in my heart and can never be erased or forgotten. Tears filled my eyes again.

You are gone, gone from my side.

“Butterflies cannot fly to the sea, they will only be buried in the sea. This is the fateful ending.

"Is it fate? No matter how hard I try, I can't stop us from passing each other?

Except for memory, you have left no trace. Time is always blurry, as if in that moment, Back to that summer, back to the door of the classroom, and back to...you.

The autumn wind blew, and finally brought me back to reality.

My eyes finally regained their clarity, and my memory was finally dusted. I finally...lost you!

Tears fell down my cheeks and wet my clothes.

Youth seemed to be silent. The passing years are silent misses, but youth... is no longer the same. I can't help but remember the tenderness of youth.

Heart to heart? p>

We are like two parallel lines, although they are on the same plane, they can never intersect; although they are not far apart, they seem to be separated by an abyss; although we can extend infinitely, we can never... Back to the past.

Our heart seal... is still here...

Hehe... Composition 7 here

My home is warm all year round. This is not surprising, because my mother is the "sun" that warms me. It is really appropriate to say that my mother is a "sun". She fills my heart with infinite "sunshine". It filled my life. My mother knitted beautiful sweaters and cooked delicious meals for me with her hard-working hands; she explained to me the principles of life in sincere and simple words; her loving eyes dispelled my thoughts of lying. . Mom used her love to guide me and spur me on the road of growth, making my heart always as warm as spring.

Mom’s mouth is very developed, like a re-reading novel. It is a machine with extremely high power, and it repeats the fixed lines every day: "Have you brought all your books?" "Don't forget to wear your school ID card!" "Don't worry, eat more!" "You can still hear it in class." Understand?" "Be careful when riding, don't rush. "... This "repeater" has never been "broken" since I was in elementary school. I have long memorized the string of nagging that echoes in my ears every day, but I don't feel annoyed, and instead listen to it. My heart feels warm.

My mother’s hands are very capable and can do many things. They are like a machine that never stops, working tirelessly. Look, my clothes are as clean as new. It is her credit, the delicious food on the table is her masterpiece... After she was laid off, her hands found another job to work for this family. Her hands did so much for this family and me. What a capable hand! But you can’t have your cake and eat it too. My mother’s hands were marked with deep stripes by her strong sense of responsibility. A long time ago, my mother’s hands seemed very rough in my mind. It's still very smooth... Although her hands are rough, they are as gentle as the spring breeze. She often touches my head lovingly, and my heart is infinitely warm.

Mom is the sun that never sets. , always let me bathe in the beautiful spring light! Composition here 8

Love is an eternal light; love is a sweet cake; love is the embodiment of beautiful things in the world. In my eyes, love is like a slightly tilted umbrella.

I like rainy days. Continuous rainy days are rare in Qingdao. I was so surprised by the continuous drizzle that I almost didn’t bring rain gear. Then I ran to school. When school was over in the afternoon, the rain was no longer as gentle as in the morning, and it was pouring down. I was a little embarrassed, how to go home? Suddenly, I found my grandpa's warm eyes in the crowd, and my heart changed. Landing. My grandpa was tall, so he naturally held a big umbrella. When he saw me running, he quickly "covered" me under the umbrella. The big umbrella blocked my sight. I followed my grandpa happily home with my schoolbag on my back. Go.

The speed of the rain did not slow down. Grandpa took my hand to speed up the pace. Under the shade of this umbrella, I didn’t need to worry about getting wet. This was also the case, not just for me. I didn’t get wet, and even the big schoolbag wasn’t touched by the rain. “This umbrella is really useful!” I said to my grandpa as I took off my shoes and entered the door.

When I turned around, I found that my grandpa was still there. Outside the door, my right shoulder was wet. Grandma took my heavy schoolbag and asked me to go to eat, but my eyes were still on my grandfather’s wet right shoulder. He was wiping it dry with a towel... I have been there since I was a child. I was pampered by my grandma and grandpa. Now, they are much older, but they still protect me with their great love.

Eating the delicious food cooked by my grandma and listening to my grandpa’s hearty laughter made my nose sour. The umbrella was placed on the balcony, with some crystal water drops gathering on it. Love is here, I discovered the love that is invisible but real! Composition 9 here

Let time pass by, and in the passing, we can see each other clearly, the tears of the past, the love of the past , everything seems like yesterday, and so far away. Three years later, we finally said goodbye! Walking on the road, who remembers the beginning?

Walking into a strange class and walking among a group of people, this is my classmate who will be with me for three years!

At first, I lived in it with indifference. All along, I refused friendship because I was afraid of losing it and couldn't bear it.

But you can’t refuse a sincere smile, just like flowers can’t refuse the sunshine, so you don’t have to think about the consequences, just grasp the present.

While walking on the road, I smelled the fragrance of gardenias blooming.

The hourglass remembers the time we missed. A grain of sand, a summer, looking back again, it is already full of cuteness!

Who wiped the blackboard for me? Who took out the trash for me? Who comforts me when I fail? Who congratulates me when I succeed? Who taught me love? Who taught me to grow?

Everything is left unsaid.

The breeze floats, sending away bursts of coolness. Walking on the road, I saw camphor leaves in full bloom.

The waves hit the beach again and again, smoothing our footprints. When we look back, we realize that we have come so far, but there is no trace, only the distant time that cannot be returned. , endless affection.

It’s just that one day, we will say goodbye, the song will end and everyone will leave, and it will remain unchanged forever. But in the best years, I am glad that we are destined to be together!

While walking on the road, I heard the wind of farewell. Composition here 10

Time has no feet, but it moves very fast. It seems that I just stepped into this campus yesterday, but now I am almost at the end. We are about to leave this place that gave birth to our dreams and embark on a long voyage.

In the past three years, this school has witnessed us grow from ignorant children to teenagers who are able to stand on their own. Facing the upcoming June, we are not afraid of exams but afraid of separation. However, the reality is always cruel. Now we all have to work hard for our high school dreams. We are less playful and more serious in class: after class, we are less playful and more studying: late at night, we stay up late alone and work hard on our homework. This summer, we will sail away with our dreams.

Qianqian students, like me, stepped into the big team for the high school entrance examination and began a life like "hanging on the head and stabbing the buttocks". I don't know how many nights they fought alone, sleeping with overturned tea cups and heavy dark circles under the eyes. , day after day, living a life of two points and one line every day, running between school and home, and the weather is gradually getting hotter. Such boring days began to make me unable to hold on and wanted to give up.

However, every time I look at my mother who stays up late into the night with me, I don’t know when her face has gained some wrinkles, and her hair is also mixed with a few white hairs. I have never relaxed, and it seems that I take this high school entrance examination more seriously than I do. I couldn't bear to see her disappointed eyes, I had to work hard.

I still have dreams, and there are many people who are better than me who are working hard, so why should I stop? There is no shortcut to success, only hard work. In the next ten days, I must hold on. This summer, I will set sail here with my dream. Composition here 11

Looking at the photo in front of me, with thirty-one bright smiles and a box full of love money, my mind can’t help but go back to the day on December 31st. Days that are different from the past... "Come and take a look, there is no store like this after passing this village! There are all kinds of good products!" The students of Class 6 (7) were in front of their "Seven Color Flower Sunshine House" While hawking hard, the slogan "Love blooms here!" behind him is clear and eye-catching, and it looks even warmer when set against the beautiful Balloon Rainbow Bridge. "I announce that the charity bazaar has officially begun!" As soon as the principal's excited voice fell, the students immediately rushed to the charity bazaar. The scene was indescribably spectacular. As an accountant, I was so tired that I was sweating profusely during this charity bazaar, and I was so busy that I couldn’t even take a sip of water.

A classmate wandered in front of the shop for a long time, finally spotted a book, and asked: "How much does this cost?" "Twenty yuan." I answered quickly. "Can it be cheaper?" "No, we have set the price and cannot change it at will." Looking at the female classmate's disappointed expression, I had an idea: "How about I give you a bracelet?" "Okay, thank you. ." The classmate happily paid.

After several experiences, I became more comfortable. I have used all sales methods such as discounts, promotions, and combinations, and the results have been very significant.

In the end, we raised 1,038 yuan in charity funds in one ***. Who says you can't have love even though you're thousands of miles apart? Love is everywhere, and it often gives you unique gains inadvertently. Love is blooming here! Composition here 12

I especially like to read those chicken soup articles for the soul. I am often moved to tears by them. Those beautiful words seem to tell every story behind them, so touching and intoxicating. .

People will meet many people in this life. We are the protagonists in our lives. Many characters are passed by in our lives without leaving a deep impression, as if they have never been there. The same, but there will always be important people around us, accompanying us every step of the way we grow.

Based on the number of years we have been studying, six years in elementary school, three years in junior high school, three years in high school, and four years in college. We will have a lot of classmates and teachers, but we can get along well with each other with just a few fingers. I can count them. We grow, study, exercise, and get into our ideal schools together, and continue to fight for our dreams, just to meet our better selves in the future. I hope we can all meet at the top.

I always believe that it must be some kind of coincidence that fate brought us together, turning two strangers into close best friends, as warm and loving as family members, helping us when we need help , she can always stand behind us and give us strength and encouragement. They are our solid backing and are indestructible.

No matter how much time passes, when we look back and recall our past experiences, we can still smile and tell our friends and family about our youth, chatting and laughing together. Every day. And when we turned around, we could still see that figure, and said to her: "So you are here too," my friend, watching the sun rise slowly side by side, a new day is about to begin again... Composition here 13

Here, you can see all the five thousand years of Chinese civilization, here, you can witness the trend of more than five thousand years of history, and here, you can understand the five thousand years of history. Chang'an, the ancient capital of thirteen dynasties, is also my hometown, an old city full of historical charm. There are also historical figures who came out from here, and a famous genius set out from here. The Mausoleum of the Qin Emperor, the Terracotta Warriors and Horses, the Big Wild Goose Pagoda... This is the hinterland of China, a land that even the Eight-Nation Allied Forces have almost never invaded. The land of Qin in ancient times. , now Shaanxi.

The wind of history blew over the Jianjia River on the banks of the Wei River in the Qin Dynasty more than two thousand years ago, and wrote a poem that has been famous throughout the ages: "Jianjia is green, and the white dew is frost." Here, we witness the occurrence of miracles one after another, and came to the Han Dynasty with the opening of Zhang Qian's Silk Road. To this day, I can still think of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty’s great talent and strategy, Emperor Guangwu of the Han Dynasty’s excitement in reviving Han industry, Cai Lun’s hard work when making paper, and Hua Tuo’s nervousness during his first surgery. These are just a small part of history. History will not stop with the demise of one dynasty, but will only begin with the rise of the next dynasty. So, the wind of history blew into the Tang Dynasty, and I seemed to see once again the majestic scale, strict and symmetrical layout, and it could be regarded as an international metropolis at that time. I thought of Wu Zetian's wordless stele and Xuanzang's nervousness when he was studying for Buddhist scriptures. Really crossing east.

The glory of history has passed, and that gust of wind has blown again to 20xx. What kind of glory will there be here? Composition 14 here

The weather is getting colder. The cold wind roared wildly against the raindrops. A strong wind blew up, causing the glass on the classroom windows to crackle.

At this time, a father was standing in the corridor of the teaching building pushing a bicycle. There were clothes, shoes and other items behind the bicycle seat.

There was no rain during the visit, but the wind was very strong, blowing on people and making them shiver with cold. The father looked at the classroom from time to time. get out of class was finally over, and he found his son in the crowded crowd.

He quickly pulled his son aside. When the son saw his father coming, he called out "Dad!" affectionately. "Is it cold? I'll give you some clothes." The father said as he touched his son's hand. "It's not cold." "Look, your hands are so cold, and you still say it's not cold. Come on, put on your clothes!" The son looked at his father's thin homespun top, blue-grey trousers, and a pair of broken sneakers soaked by the rain. My heart felt like it had been stabbed by something, and there was a dull pain.

The son looked at his father again, and saw that his father's hair was wet from the rain, and his face was purple with cold, rain was dripping down, and there was snot in his nose. The son looked at all this with tears in his eyes. Dad, how much you have suffered for your children! He really wanted to throw himself into his father's arms and cry, but he could only let the tears flow to his heart. He didn't want his father to see him crying.

The son took his father to the market, took out the pocket money he had saved for a long time, and bought a pair of shoes for his father. At this time, the father had tears streaming down his face, stroking his son's head and saying nothing. Unable to tell, the son here is trying on shoes for his father...

Life should be like this. If everyone has a grateful heart, then the world will be surrounded by love. Composition 15 here

There is a small mountain village, not many people know about it. There have been no outsiders here for a long time, and finally a female teacher came. After the female teacher saw this place, she felt very regretful. Why did she choose this place to teach? But now that I'm here, it's time to give it a try.

On the first day of class, she walked into the shabby hut. The students were lying on the ground, each holding a slate and a stone in their hands. She felt these students were so pitiful. When the students saw her coming in, they all stood up and said, "Hello, teacher!" This voice echoed in her heart for a long time, and she heard the most innocent voice in the world. Later, she fell in love with this small mountain village and the children here. Because she was the only teacher, one day she finally collapsed from exhaustion. The students all came to see her, and she smiled. One of the children said, "Teacher, don't be sad. I will marry you when I grow up." When the other male classmates heard what he said, they all said, "Teacher, we will all marry you when we grow up." She cried, shed tears.

Later, he married a male teacher and gave birth to a girl named Qianqian.

Later, when she was old, she sat alone under an oil lamp and wrote to her daughter who was studying in college far away. She said she would stay here for the rest of her life, and she did. She really would stay here for the rest of her life. Just after I put it down, my daughter came back and said, "Mom, I want to be like you and stay here for the rest of my life."

The letter has always been there and will stay there for the rest of my life.