A selection of five model essays with traces as the theme.

A selection of five model essays with traces as the theme.

Traces are traces left by things. This is an experience and a witness. Looking back on the road of youth, what traces have you left? Below, I collected and sorted out the "Trace Topic Composition" for everyone. Welcome to read and learn from!

Trace topic composition 1

The clean floor, bright windows, bags of local products piled in the corner, and faint spots on clothes are all traces of grandma's visit.

A few days ago, my father called my grandmother: "Mom, are you in good health?" Our whole family misses you very much. Why don't you stay with us for a few days? "Grandma agreed.

A few days later, we met her at the station. Although grandma is over eighty, she is still healthy and energetic. That day, she was wearing a coat with a crimson pattern and carrying large bags of luggage in her hand. Seeing her, her father hurried forward to take it. My sister smiled and said to us, "These are all local products I brought from my hometown. You have been away from home for many years and haven't eaten for a long time. I'll show it to you. "

In the afternoon, grandma couldn't sit still and insisted on cooking dinner for us. She ran around the kitchen like a gust of wind. Soon, a big dinner was ready. After we sat down, she quickly gave me a piece of meat and eagerly urged, "Try it quickly. How about it? " I took a bite, which seemed much worse than my mother's. My father tasted it and said, "Well, it's the same as what I ate when I was a child." But I don't seem to like his expression. After dinner, my mother pulled her grandmother and said, "Mom, I will cook tomorrow." Grandma promised in a low voice, and then slowly returned to her room alone.

The next morning, my parents went to work, and my grandmother was busy at home, sweeping the floor, mopping the floor, cleaning the windows and cleaning the table. The place where she walked became neater. After washing clothes, she picked up my school uniform, looked at it carefully, shook her head again, grabbed the washbasin and washed the water by hand. After a while, my mother came back and saw grandma washing clothes. She wants to know, "why don't you use the washing machine?" Grandma said, "The washing machine is not clean. Let's wash it by hand." Mother noticed a bottle of "84 disinfectant" on the edge of the basin and quickly asked, "What did you use to wash it?" Grandma picked up the bottle of 84 and said, "You can use it. I just tried it and it worked well, so I used some. " My mother snatched my clothes in a hurry, and some places on the blue school uniform faded, leaving a shallow point. Mom hurriedly took the clean water and washed it several times, while blaming: "How can you use this to wash school uniforms! Fortunately, I came back early! " Grandma stood by with her head down, like a child who made a mistake.

Within a few days, grandma was constantly complained by her parents, as if everything would go wrong. A few days later, she told her parents that she had decided to go back to her hometown. On the day she left, she dragged her tired body and a small suitcase, and the background looked so old and weak.

Looking at the traces left by grandma at home and the spots on her clothes, I'm not only curious: Do children always say they love their parents, but hurt them with their actions?

Later, my parents invited my grandmother again, and she didn't come again. I think the memory of the old man left a deep scar on my grandmother.

Trace theme composition 2

The past is as light as smoke. With the traces of years, we are growing.

Part 1

Deep and shallow wrinkles, how many unknown hardships.

One day, the whole family went out to travel. At a scenic spot, I pulled my mother and shouted, "Eggplant" froze this wonderful moment. Later, when I looked at the photos, I smiled like a flower, and my mother just laughed. I muttered discontentedly, "What a lady! This makes me crazy. " . Mom said disapprovingly, "Laughing too much will show wrinkles, and you can't shoot when you are old." My heart suddenly hurts. I looked at my mother carefully. The deep and shallow wrinkles on the forehead are clearly visible, and the slightly shiny white hair is extremely harsh in the sun. I suddenly remembered that when I was a child, I always liked to rub my mother's wrinkles, as if it could smooth them out. How many years have passed, I still clearly remember my mother's bulging eyes. Now, this indelible trace is deeper and more vicissitudes, but it is easy for me to ignore it.

I turned away, my eyes hazy.

the second part

When I was in the sixth grade, my teacher once asked me to stand in my seat for class because I was late. At that time, I just felt wronged and angry beyond words. I took a ruler and carved a man on the wooden table. Then I imagined it as a teacher and drew countless "crosses" on that person. Until that moment, I calmed down a little. After a while, I naturally forgot about it. Later, when I graduated, I touched the traces carved by discouragement and couldn't help laughing at my naivety. It is probably unique for children of that age to haggle over every ounce for a very small thing and make some childish moves. I remember later I tried to fill it with some scraps of paper, because I really regretted turning the innocent table into a punching bag, but I couldn't save it anyway. Those indelible marks record our innocent youth.

the third part

There is always a girl with a bright smile in my memory. She accompanied me through countless days and nights, and her smile filled my whole childhood.

We can't forget those days. We walked across the street hand in hand. We were always angry with each other. Then we cried and laughed. We always liked the same clothes, the same hairpins and the same ice cream ... What we can't forget most is that on the night when she was moving out, we carefully wrote "Don't forget me" on each other's hands. Although it was not long before these three words were washed away. But she has engraved these words into my heart and will never erase them.

In retrospect, I saw growth from those indelible traces.

On the theme of trace component 3

A person walking in this world will always leave some traces. Even if you are the most mediocre, incompetent and cowardly person in the world, you will leave your mark.

Maybe some people can leave deeper and longer traces, and some people leave shallow and short traces, but what's the harm? Like everyone else, you breathe smoothly and live seriously ―― in a literary way: there is a star in the sky that belongs to you, even if it is faint or dim, you are still trying to shine your light!

Suddenly, my heart moved, and I remembered an unknown little creature-snail.

Although it is also called cow, it has no horns, hooves and cowhide ― so what?

I can't run on all fours without hooves, but I have a stomach that can walk. On the grass, on the windowsill, there will still be shiny water marks when I walk over!

I can't soar in the sky without horns, but I still have two soft tentacles. With them, I can finally tell right from wrong. I have my own world and my own choices. Even if it is obscene, what do outsiders say?

I don't have cowhide, and I can't have cowhide, but I have a thick shell-heavy, but I prefer to call it thick, so I carry it around in my own world.

People laugh at me for being stupid, stupid and stupid, but where do they know my philosophy?

This seemingly heavy shell can shelter me from the wind and rain when I am alive, and it will become my grave after I die, my grave-more importantly, it will become the evidence that I have lived and crawled in this world, and it will always exist in a seemingly inconspicuous corner. When no one sees it, it is as unknown and comfortable as I was before my death, but once someone sees it, they will immediately think of me: soft beard, soft body, soft peristalsis and crawling. ...

In this world, you may be vigorous, but it is more likely that you will be like this snail. The rules of life doomed us to take a shallower and shorter road!

Some people say, you see, there are countless starry skies in history, so why should we suppress ourselves and indulge ourselves?

I said, there are still countless stars, or a few. The minority is born in the majority and lives in the majority voluntarily. Don't be silent, how can you say that you are self-indulgent?

Not impetuous, not discouraged, I seriously climbed on the side of my own Xiaotian. Although I didn't climb high or walk far, I was still sweating and panting. What's wrong with me?

Hey, you're just like me. We are just a stubborn little snail.

Topic 4 on trace components

A thunder woke up the sad thoughts that the family could not sleep peacefully. Because their five-year-old child has a high fever.

It's raining heavily outside the window, and the rain hits the window as if to break the glass on the bed. There is a typhoon blowing outside and the wind is howling. Such a night is frightening.

The 5-year-old child seems to cry without knowing the sound of "wow". His mother is holding him, and his father is silent with a serious face. Has been deadlocked.

The child's crying became louder and louder, and suddenly the child's father couldn't help but pick up the child and run to the endless night. The rain hit my father's face mercilessly, and the wind tore his father's coat crazily. The child buried his face in his arms in horror.

The country road was littered with gravel, and the boy's father accidentally changed lanes and fell down. But the child didn't know, because the rain hit his face and it hurt. The child's father walked forward step by step, wrapped in a raincoat, regardless of his broken foot.

It's been raining. When I arrived at the doctor's house, the doctor asked about the consultation fee, but my father came out in a hurry and didn't have much cash with him. The doctor won't waste time because of your problem. He has more patients. Helpless, the father can only hold the child and go home along the original road.

Because of the heavy rain and high fever before, the child cried even more. The father can only walk faster, hoping that the child can see a doctor and have a fever as soon as possible.

Arriving at the doctor's home again, the child's father stood outside the door covered in mud, for fear of soiling the doctor's white home.

The child had a high fever, his face turned red and his whole body was hot ... The father waited anxiously outside, and the child finally returned to his father's arms. The father was afraid that the child would catch cold, so he wrapped the "clean" clothes on the child and sat silently in the corridor all night, looking at the child without blinking and coaxing the child.

The child's fever finally subsided, but the child's father got tetanus. Yes, I blew a cold wind all night and hurt my foot. But the father of the child didn't trust the child and sent the child home to the mother. He fell down when he saw the child whose face turned rosy again.

The rain outside the window is still raining ... the rain has gradually subsided. Maybe she saw that her father was tired and stopped howling. It rained all night, and when the child woke up, he stopped crying, stayed with his father and leaned in his arms. Father, dressed in a muddy raincoat, quietly stayed on the cabinet by the door, shining.

Rain leaves traces, which will last for a long time and will not corrode. ...

The theme of composition 5 is traces.

There is a bulletin board on the wall in front of grandma's house. The slogan above has changed several times, witnessing the stormy course since the reform and opening up.

According to my father, the earliest thing written on the bulletin board was "contracting to households". This slogan makes the whole village's labor enthusiasm soar, and everyone is busy. At that time, my father didn't know it when he was a child, but he knew that the food was getting better and better, there were more and more varieties, the clothes he wore were getting more and more beautiful, and the smiles on the faces of every household were getting brighter and brighter.

Later, the slogan was changed to "If you want to be rich, build roads first". After several years of hard work, the originally muddy and rugged mountain road has become a wide and flat cement road; The remote mountain village that was originally deserted has also become lively. Vehicles coming to buy food come and go, and there is an endless stream. In the past, the problem that vegetables in the field were inconvenient to transport and could not be sold was solved. People's wallets are getting bigger and bigger, and there are more and more kinds of furniture.

Later, the slogan on the bulletin board was changed to "Family planning is good, boys and girls are the same". To this end, the villagers were also called to a meeting! The village chief, holding a big horn, said with a local flavor, "The central government made this decision to improve the quality of the people, make the country develop better and faster, and improve our living standards ..." Although most people agreed, many people were fined for not complying with the family planning policy. After several years of hard work, people's cultural level has improved.

Nowadays, the slogan on the bulletin board has become "science and technology agriculture, the whole people join hands to run a well-off society" The government allocated a sum of money to the village, sent several experts to build a vegetable greenhouse in the village, and introduced the scientific planting methods to the villagers. Since then, people have been working all year round, earning more and more and laughing more and more. Grandpa said, "Life is so good now, and all the good things have been eaten." Yes! Since the founding of China 60 years ago, our life has undergone earth-shaking changes. Step by step from that turbulent era of not having enough to eat and not being warm. ...

The wall in front of the door, which has experienced numerous storms, also bears the footprints of China's growth.