Topic composition

In real life or work and study, when it comes to composition, everyone is certainly familiar with it. Composition is a narrative method to express a theme through words. I believe many people will find it difficult to write a composition. The following is my carefully arranged 10 topic composition, hoping to help everyone.

Topic composition 1 Time flies like water. In a blink of an eye, I was fourteen years old and had my own ideas and things I wanted to do. I want others to understand me, but on the contrary, no one understands me; So are teachers, classmates and parents.

Once I kicked shuttlecock with my classmates at school, and everyone kicked dozens of times. I'm so tired and sweaty, but I'm happy. After class, I listened to the teacher carefully, but the students were all prone on the table. The classmate at the next table asked me, "Why are you so energetic?"? Aren't you tired? " I said, "Let's have fun after class and listen carefully in class." She said inexplicably, "I really don't understand what you think." She's prone on the table again.

The teacher doesn't understand me either. Once, the radio told us to clean the contract area, and several classmates and I quickly picked up the broom and walked to the contract area. When I arrived at the contract area, I saw that the students in the adjacent class had not come to sweep the contract area, and their contract area was full of garbage. I think: some students will not be penalized for sweeping in the contract area of our class, but they will be punished if no one sweeps in the contract area of the adjacent class. I'd better help We should help each other. I picked up a broom and cleaned in their contract area. Suddenly I heard someone calling me from behind. I turned around and saw that it was the head teacher. She said, "What are you doing?" I said, "Sweep the contract area!" She said angrily, "Don't you see where our contract area is?" I said, "I know this is the contract area of the next class, but their contract area will be punished if it is not cleaned." We should help each other. " The teacher said angrily, "I really don't know what you are thinking!" " "She reluctantly left. My parents don't understand me. I like reading extra-curricular books. The school organized to buy extra-curricular books once and signed up if I want to buy them. I went home in high spirits and told my parents in detail about buying books. My mother said, "Isn't there a library at school? You can borrow it if you want to see it! " Dad said, "Yes! What's the use of buying it It's not helpful to study! "My in the mind uncomfortable.

Understanding can make me happy, classmates, teachers and parents. How happy I would be if everyone gave me an understanding! I am eager to understand.

In the season of broken wings, I am like a butterfly at the crossroads. Although scarred, one day it will leap out of a perfect arc and dance a beautiful melody in the sun. -inscription

"Teacher, teacher, have you seen my monthly Chinese exam results?" At some point, I casually hung a faint smile on my mouth. This monthly exam gave me a good feeling, and it should not be bad, not to mention the composition is very good!

The teacher gave me a worried look, his eyes were full of complexity that moved him, and he quietly pulled me aside. no ...

There was a slight pause. "I have read your test paper. There are too many mistakes ahead, and the composition is not well written. Only 32 points, maybe a little more than 70. "

The smile gradually froze on the face, solidified into a dead temperature, turned into a leisurely wind, and evenly dyed the whole heart. ...

"Oh, it's normal, be strong!" The teacher patted me on the shoulder, turned around and quietly left me with an untouchable back, mottled into a fleeting past in my heart, and the beauty disappeared.

Looking at the sky, my vision gradually blurred. I tried to wipe away the wetness in the corner of my eyes, pulled out an arc at will and said to myself, "You can't cry here if you want to."

I almost walked into the classroom with a smile in the eyes of the whole class.

Smile, work hard and work hard.

I sat quietly in my seat and even sang a song, but in the end I was drowned in the deep sea of tears. I lowered my forehead with one hand, and four tears looked forward to my cheeks. I don't know how many laps I made with my pen. The dancing fingertips stained a tear that slipped again and turned into a blue sad, cicada-thin injured butterfly. ...

Looking out of the window, the light spot formed by the sunlight falling on the sparse leaves depicts an illusory shadow, which easily stings my broken heart. My hands fell from me, like a dead meteor, dragging a long tail, sad and silent. ...

At night, when I got home, I bent over to do my homework and caught a glimpse of the thick manuscript written on the table. In a rage, I grabbed them and tried to tear them all up. However, as soon as the finger touched the edge of the paper, the heartstrings seemed to be touched by something, and the paper was tightly protected on the chest, and the brows were locked. In an instant, tears slipped to the corners of the mouth.

The next day, on my way to school, I came to a crossroads, and the two intersections diverged. No matter which way I take, I can reach the finish line. I hesitated. I glanced casually and saw a butterfly beside the grass.

I crouched down slowly and looked at the butterfly carefully. It was injured and there were traces of rain on its wings. It must have been hurt by the light rain last night. Poor you! I am afraid, but I can't find a flower to stop.

The injured butterfly flapped its wings desperately, but only waved a little pain that no one cared about. The blue sky no longer belongs to it.

I suddenly realized something, suddenly stood up and walked forward without looking back. At the crossroads, everything is so gloomy, the colors are crushed and shattered. I know more clearly that the butterfly, like me, its ending is my future.

I began to give up, to degenerate, to escape, and to do things I hated before. Sometimes, I also think of the injured butterfly. I think it must be dying in loneliness and pain now.

No one knows, how many nights, I fell in front of the window and let the tears drop, disappearing all the light and temperature. A face blurred by tears in the backlight can never see the expression clearly, but such bright moonlight can't illuminate the loneliness in my heart.

Finally, when I got the lowest score in Chinese class again, my good friend Youyou couldn't help it, and the gentle words turned into angry outbursts. "What do you want?" You know, with your ability, you can definitely be the first in the class. Why are you doing this? "I paused, looked up, and the sun shone on her coldly and warmly, emitting the warmth that wrapped me tightly like air. Suddenly, I had the illusion of tears.

I immediately turned my eyes to those cold words and pretended to tell her the story of butterflies at random. Finally, I added, "Butterfly? You said that butterfly, well, come with me. "

As soon as I entered Youpin's room, my eyes were tightly locked on the glass bottle. When I approached, the butterfly at the crossroads was tightly locked in a glass bottle and its wings spread slightly inadvertently.

"That day, I saw standing there and brought it back."

"It's still alive, it's still alive." Suddenly, I thought of one thing, "Even if it is still alive, it will never fly in the blue sky again." Surprise eyes suddenly dimmed, full of faint sadness, enchanting the last hope.

You didn't say anything, just grabbed the glass bottle and pulled out the cap.

Suddenly, the originally injured butterfly was snatched from the bottle and flew freely in the blue sky. The sloping skylight is so warm. Light, the cycle of heaven and earth ...

Topic Composition 3 Experience of Sour Nose

Growing up, I was moved by countless moments. They are all like a bright lamp, which warms my heart when it is dark, like stars on fireflies.

I remember once, there was a little too much homework. My mother had a quarrel because of inefficiency. In a rage, I ran into the room, fell on the bed and began to cry. No matter how my mother knocks at the door, I won't open it. After a while, my mother slipped a note from the crack of the door, which read: "Son, isn't your mother sad to see you cry?" Of course not. It's just that my mother wants you to work hard now and live a relaxed life when you grow up. Have you ever heard that if you are lazy now, you will become a slap in the face when you grow up? I just hope you can listen to what I said ... "Seeing this, I opened the door in shame, and my mother who had been at the door handed me a cup of hot milk. I can't help but have a sour nose and tears streaming down my face. Yes, my mother made it for me. I will never lose my temper again, because it all comes from guilt and emotion!

A kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed them carefully and repaired them thoroughly, fearing that the delay would make him stay home later ... There were no parents who didn't love their children. As we grow up, we should learn to communicate with our parents more. If we are moved, we can't say it. I will try my best to light a warm lamp for you!

At school, there is a very capable chef. He is about 60 years old. He is neither tall nor short. He has short black hair and a high hairline. He looks like Schwarzenegger of China. We all like him very much and gave him a kind name "Master Almighty".

The "all-around master" is elusive in school. Ten minutes ago, I saw him doing push-ups on the playground with a big man on his back. Now he is repairing the toilet. Ten minutes later, he went to bring water to the teacher's office ... He was like a shadow, busy all day, but happy, anywhere in the school, not anywhere.

It was a hot afternoon, and the big sun hung in the blue sky, scorching the earth and our restless hearts! Without water, I will become a dried earthworm! "Yes, yes!" ..... Frequent complaints filled the classroom which was not very spacious. At this time, a middle-aged and elderly man in a vest came up with a red face and steady steps. But the most striking thing is the bucket of water on his shoulder. This timely "savior" brought coolness to everyone.

Do you think this is all about our famous Shi Yang? Don't! Don't! Don't! He is not only the janitor of our school, but also the "designer" of our school.

When we walk into the campus in the morning, we will always see a well-proportioned person trimming scissors at the edge of the flower bed, so that flowers and trees can greet every day with the most beautiful posture. When he is pruning, he often appreciates flowers from all angles, and he is very happy to see flowers blooming in the wind and competing to open. He often said that flowers are like children. If you can take care of the flowers, you can take care of the children.

This is our teacher Yang, who silently dedicated himself to the school for only one reason. He loves our school and us.

The fifth mountain stands quietly in the distance like a giant, holding its steel ridges and iron bones that have been hit by wind and rain for thousands of years, and it warns me with its calmness and deep tenderness; Water, with its ancient voice, rushes to the sea, which inspires me with its agility and clarity. Mountains and rivers, with its calm and smart education, I want to stick to the pure land of the soul.

Although small flowers are not as big as pine and cypress, they have their own fragrance; Although this bird is not as strong as an eagle, it has its own dexterity; Although a star is not as hot as the sun, it has its own brilliance. They stick to the pure land of the soul and have their own unique charm.

Stick to the pure land of the soul, let us understand Li Yu's "How much sadness can you have?" Like the bitterness of a river flowing eastward. Facing the decadent country, the deserted land and the people in dire straits, he could do nothing. His country, his dragon chair is already vulnerable, his heart is already bleeding, he wants to cry, but there are no tears; He questioned heaven, and heaven was speechless. He can only use the poems of his weak scholar to pour down the pot of turbid wine and pour out his inner pain. The cold wind kept blowing and lifted the roots in his heart. "Cut constantly, the reason is still chaotic, and I am leaving." In particular, the general's worry in my mind, the scenery of my motherland still reverberates in my mind for a long time. ...

Sticking to the pure land of the soul, let us feel that Mr. Wu Liu's leisure caused him to be frustrated by the frustration of officialdom, and he didn't want to be eroded by dirty muddy water. So he took off his robe, hat and hoe. "In the morning, I will dispose of the waste and take the Moon Lotus hoe home." Although there is a real meaning in this, I have forgotten to tell the difference. He was also intoxicated in the paradise with delicious grass and colorful England, and the scene of "yellow hair hanging down and enjoying itself" made him fascinated. However, the cruel reality made this a fantasy in his mind. He can only live in seclusion in the deep mountains and forests all the year round, and live a quiet life of "the mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning more and more".

Please stick to the pure land in your heart! Let the sunset become gorgeous, the morning glow become brilliant, the running water become smart, the flowers become fragrant, the rainbow becomes gorgeous and the sky becomes clear!

Stick to the pure land of the soul, let us "bear the burden of humiliation and watch the flowers bloom before the court;" I have no intention of staying, and I have no intention of staying. "

I fell out with my mother, and the door slammed shut. I was so angry that it was obviously her fault! I always think that I am a judge, and I am what I say! Then, in a rage, I walked out of the alley and walked to the corner, and I ran into happiness head-on.

"You should apologize to her." Happiness shook her head as if she had no choice. "It's obviously her fault!" Meowed, even happiness doesn't understand me. Happiness said nothing and passed me by. I hesitated and walked to the door ... "Don't you dare come back!" My mother swore as soon as she opened the door. I paused and immediately became furious. Obviously, my mother is fierce. Just to the mouth, she swallowed back, snorted, and walked back to her room-self-righteous, thinking that she was great, I accompanied you to the end of the cold war! Since then, my mother and I haven't spoken for four days. Every time I just want to talk, I think of my own words. My favorite food tastes like chewing wax, but my mother and I are both competitive people, and no one will give up.

I haven't looked for happiness since. Once, when I was walking in the street, I suddenly thought of happiness and eagerly walked to the corner. I met again. "Are you and your mother still in the cold war?" This is a gentle voice, and people can't help talking to it. "Yes, in fact, I also want to make up ..." It's just that we all have a competitive temper! I didn't say the following, but I couldn't say it either-12 family relationship, because of a temper that isn't worth a dime? "You can take the initiative to explain to her, there will be a mysterious harvest ..." It smiled and walked past me again.

After I went back, I reflected for a long time-12 years of family relationship ... never talking? At dinner that day, we (my mother and I) said "that ..." at the same time, but we still didn't say it, and we wouldn't lose face too much! For the next few days, we were still in the cold war.

The mid-term exam results have come out. I am 93.5 in Chinese, 97.5 in math and 90 in English. This result is really poor. Many students in China are above 94, with math 10 1.5' and English at most 12. All red notes are basically due to carelessness. I have to listen to my mother's big theory when I go home.

When I got home, there was no one at home, and my heart was empty, as if something was missing. Mom and dad won't come back after working overtime for the next few days! It suddenly occurred to me that I am not used to nagging! I suddenly want to find a corner and find happiness quickly. I rushed downstairs. Finally, I met happiness. It didn't say anything, just pointed to my heart and passed me by. ...

At this moment, a short message suddenly came from my mobile phone: "Your grades have been told by my teacher. In fact, your grades are not important. The important thing is that you have worked hard ... transmitter ... mom. " In fact, people love face, so they miss happiness. They obviously want to make up, but they always care about face ... I think it's raining all over the world, too. I can't tell which ones are the rain in the sky and those are my own tears. ...

Since then, I have never quarreled with my mother again, and I have tried my best to make her do everything, but strangely, I have never met happiness at the corner since then, but it doesn't matter, because I know that happiness is around me.

Topic Composition 7 During the Spring Festival, our family traveled to Singapore and came to the famous Universal Studios.

As soon as I entered Universal Studios, my mother said, "Let's take the Transformers 3D roller coaster!" However, as soon as I heard the word "roller coaster", I immediately backed out and dragged my mother out. My mother said to me again, "If you try to sit once, I will give you a Transformers!" " "When I heard the Transformers, my heart itched, and I hesitated to go in and queue up.

But I regretted it halfway, and I was so anxious. I remembered the roller coaster on TV, the ferocious expression and the frightened shouts. Begging for mercy from my mother: "no, mom, I'm afraid, I don't want to ride the roller coaster ... but my mother grabbed me and it was too late to escape!" I saw a subway-like car parked in front of me. I crustily skin of head got on the bus, put on 3D glasses, fastened my seat belt, grasped the handle tightly, and dared not move.

The car started and there was a scene of Transformers fighting in the city. The giant transformers fought fiercely with the enemy to protect our safety. The carriage kept shaking with the battle, the bomb exploded around the carriage, and the carriage bumped up and down and bumped forward. Suddenly, the bumblebee suddenly lifted our car and put it on the roof of a tall building, which made me jumpy and sweaty. I thought: god, don't fall ... but the car rushed down like a shell. After that, I closed my eyes and shouted in despair: "No!" "Just as the car was about to land, the bumblebee suddenly lifted the car. I was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when the car was caught by a giant robot dinosaur! I covered my eyes in fear, but finally the bumblebee saved us, and finally the car returned to the ground safely, and the game was finally over.

Riding a roller coaster for the first time is both exciting and unforgettable. I overcame my inner fear and understood a truth: don't say that you can't do it easily, but try everything bravely.

Topic composition 8 Expectation, expectation, expectation, expectation in darkness equals hope, and expectation in danger equals the arrival of safety. This is a kind of strength, a kind of warmth, a kind of light.

People envy and admire wild flowers. They are so tenacious and impressive. They don't know that wild flowers are also looking forward to it. Lonely people endure the cold, pretend to be tenacious with their wildness, and win people's praise, but they have never been carefully cared for by people. I think it is also looking forward to becoming a flower in the greenhouse, as long as for a moment, even for a moment, there is no feeling of carrying it by itself and no warmth of being cared for. Its beauty and pride make it have extraordinary spirit. Although it has not entered the greenhouse, it has inadvertently got the warmth it expected, the warmth people watched and the warmth people cared about, which gives it reason to become stronger.

A drop of rain, before the sun appears, before it dies, I think, it is looking forward to reaching a small pond, it is looking forward to reaching a thin river, it is looking forward to going to the sea, because in this way, it will not dry up, it will not just come into this world, but will disappear without looking carefully. This is a pity, but because of expectation, even if it dries up.

When I was young, I always looked forward to growing up quickly. When I grow up, I can have many beautiful things and many realizable wishes. It is because of expectation that I have the courage to grow up and the strength to face setbacks positively.

Don't be afraid when you fall, because you have expectations. Stand up, the sky is still so blue, the sun is still so warm and the white clouds are still so lovely. Because you have expectations, you are not confused at night. Look up, the night sky is so beautiful, the stars are so shining, and the moon is so soft. All this is because of expectation, which brings hope, warmth and happiness.

Topic composition 9 Jiangnan water town, children consciously pay taxes, take this tax for the people and build a water town. The daughter of the water town witnessed the growing prosperity of her hometown.

When I was a child, my grandmother often took me for a walk in the small concrete yard in front of the door. Now it has been replaced by a BRT artery running through Changzhou. With it, my father's journey to work in Chengbei New District was shortened by two-thirds, and the dinosaur park became the best place for my holiday leisure.

In front of my aunt's house, there used to be a vegetable field. Now, after a period of dusty days and roaring machines, a wide road has sprung up like mushrooms after rain. Eight-lane cars are speeding by, and there are more than 100 meters of green belts on both sides. Together with the wide green belt in the middle of the road, flowers are constantly blooming all the year round. It is the second artery that runs through the north and south of Changzhou-Changjiang Road.

"Big jiu home to demolition. Their family is moving to our home. " One day my mother told me excitedly. When I saw that my cousin was going to live with me, I jumped three feet proudly. But curiosity drove me to find out why. I pestered my mother and asked, "Why did their family move?" Mother said happily, "Changhong Road is going to build an elevated road! There is an elevated road in front of our house! " "What is an elevated road?" I'm more curious, "it's the road in the air." I don't understand. Finally, after two years of intense construction, I saw the highway in the air with my own eyes. It's the ring road of Changzhou. Now my uncle drives to work, runs the viaduct and says goodbye to the days of traffic jams.

Hey, look at the 3 12 national highway, accompanied by the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal. The long bridge with strange and beautiful shape spans the banks of the canal and becomes another scenery in Wujin.

Wujin Road, Yanzheng Road, Juhu Road, Guangdian Road, Renmin Road ... A series of newly built or renovated roads extend on the territory of Wujin, bringing convenient transportation to the people in their hometown and rapid economic development in Wujin.

Wujin people consciously pay taxes, which makes Wujin people's road to prosperity extend on the land of Jiangnan, extending …

Topic composition 10 During the Spring Festival, I came to Kunming and felt the exotic customs, special eating habits and behaviors. But what impressed me most was their slowness. Only after I came back did I understand this simple word more deeply.

Slowness can reduce the risk. For example, in Kunming, after leaving the airport, the road to the hotel is elevated. If you are in Ningbo, the speed of each car will reach more than 80km/h, and you will see the fuzzy traffic around you. But this is Kunming, and every car is civilized and unhurried. This is not only a habit, but also a guarantee for passengers, which reduces the probability of danger to a very low level.

In fact, slowness has many manifestations in nature. Some corals in the ocean are like dazzling rubies, and some are like moist jade, which is unique in the world. Jewelry made of coral is usually expensive. Such a moving coral is actually a product of time. It is said that it takes only 20 years to grow an inch, 300 years to grow a kilogram, and it takes thousands of years for a mature coral. It is precisely because of this slow transformation that it can be transformed from a coral to a coral that is praised by people. It can be described as "slow work and fine work." The evaluation of slow art deserves careful consideration.

I once fantasized about a person doing a green leather train and playing around. Sitting in that old and exquisite car, driving slowly and enjoying the scenery along the way, it may be a great pleasure on earth not to miss it and not to let go. But that's gone forever. Today's high-speed rail, with its wisdom, allows passengers to see a vague whistling wind. The beauty in the world is nowhere to be found and can only be kept in mind. That kind of slow and tasteful enjoyment.

I really don't know where I will go in the future. This is probably a very profound thermal problem, but I believe that only after a slow life can we draw an accurate conclusion! Spend every day slowly and fully, think with a harmonious mind, and know the art of slowness.