A composition with the theme of sweetness

In daily study, work and life, many people have experienced writing and are familiar with it. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, writing can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following is my composition on the topic of sweetness. Welcome to read the collection.

The essay on sweet topic 1 can be candy, honey juice, or the taste of happiness in life.

Sweetness is a taste of success. We are very happy in Class Two, Grade Six, because we have succeeded in the skipping competition this semester. Think back to how much sweat there is behind this success. Go to the playground for training every day, jump again and again, and listen to the teacher's guidance on where to get on and off the rope. After the guidance, jump again ... the flower of success watered by hard sweat is sweet.

Sweet is a beneficial taste. When I went home for dinner at noon today, my grandmother found that I didn't talk big or tell her interesting stories as usual, but I was immersed in my own world. Because, the teacher gave me a task to tell my classmates a question, and I was wondering how to say this question. Suddenly, I said, "Oh! I figured it out! " Scared my grandmother, and then I gave her a mysterious smile and told her the reason. Returning to the classroom at noon, I told my classmates the topic. He understood and smiled knowingly. My heart is full of joy. Sweetness is the flower of friendship that helps others.

Sweetness is the taste of growth. One day, it was just me and my mother at home. My mother had a fever and was shaking all over. I sat on the bed, feeling particularly helpless and a little scared. What should I do? I thought to myself: My parents usually take care of me, but now, my father is not at home and my mother is ill. I should take good care of my mother! So, I helped my mother to bed, tucked her in, took her temperature and handed her cold medicine. After taking the medicine, my mother said, "My son has grown into a big man and knows how to take care of his mother." Mom's praise makes me very happy. Sweetness is the flower of love.

Sweetness is a taste of happiness brewed with love and hard work.

When I was a child, I liked candy best. Whenever I cry, my mother always gives me candy to eat. The sweetness soon calmed me down. As I grew older, I began to go to school with my schoolbag on my back. I gradually found that "sweetness" is not only the taste of candy, but also the joy of being praised by the teacher, the satisfaction of 100 on the test paper, and the happiness after helping others ... the sweetness is varied.

I still remember that time, the teacher asked us to go home and let parents pay attention to the QR code she sent in class. When I got home, I told my mother about it at once. My mother looked worried and said, "Oh, this won't work! Why don't you do it yourself? " So I picked up my mobile phone and followed the screenshot sent by the teacher step by step. Soon I successfully logged in. Mom came to have a look and couldn't help boasting, "Wow, that's great!" "My heart is full of sweetness.

When I was about to report my login to the teacher in the class, I saw a parent in the group send a screenshot, saying that I tried many times and couldn't log in. Open the picture, it turns out that her user name is the child's name, not the ID card, and it is wrong. So I called her and told her in words: "User name should be filled with ID card, not name." Aunt quickly called me and said, "Thank you, I'll try again." I was so happy that I immediately replied, "You're welcome." After a while, I went to the group to see the situation, and my aunt had successfully logged in. To my surprise, the head teacher gave me a thumbs-up expression. I am so happy that my heart is full of sweet taste.

It turns out that as long as you put your heart into it, "sweetness" can always haunt you.

Sweetness is sometimes a taste and sometimes an emotion. Life has five flavors, sweet and sour, bitter and salty. The most experienced thing in life is bitterness and sweetness. As the old saying goes, you can only be a master if you have suffered. Only when you don't lose heart and don't give up in difficulties will you have talents and wisdom beyond ordinary people, and people will have amazing achievements. Only after experiencing hardships can you appreciate the value of success.

Candy, fruit and chocolate all have sweetness. But for emotion, I thought of that. In September of 20xx, when I stood on the podium of the champion, the sweetness of that moment could not be expressed in words. I remember that I was in poor health before learning to swim. I often caught a cold and had a fever when I first started training, but I still insisted on training. Although I can't go into the water, I still maintain my physical fitness and training level through land training. Although I am very bitter and tired, I am still trying. Slowly, my body is getting stronger and stronger, and my grades are improving bit by bit. Finally defeated the opponent in the competition and stood on the platform of the champion. Think about the persistence and hard work at that time, in exchange for the sweetness of final success.

Facts have taught me not to imagine that life is only sweet and not bitter. Bitterness-can make people awake and reflect. Sweet-can inspire and inspire people. Suffering first, enjoying later, life will be full of taste and hope. When I think of sweetness, the picture of standing on the podium of the champion will come to mind. This "sweetness" has always surrounded me, always guarded me and accompanied me.

There are delicious cakes, delicious snacks and sweet fruits. But I think that sweetness is a beautiful taste, and it is sweet only through unremitting efforts.

/kloc-when I was 0/0 years old, my mother thought I didn't have any sports expertise, so she signed me up for a basketball class. That day, I was reluctantly taken to the basketball court by my mother. I thought to myself, "How can I keep playing basketball?" The basketball court is open-air, with a row of buttonwood trees planted next to it. I have been practicing hard all summer. Although sometimes I really want to give up, I still persist and my skills have improved. At the end of the term, the basketball class held a basketball match, and every student signed up for it. On the day of the game, we teamed up to compete with other teams, one game and two games.

In the first game, we scored a goal easily. While we were in high spirits, something unexpected happened. The opponent seized the opportunity to score two goals in a row, and the score was 1: 2. Although we tried our best to save the situation, it was time. We lost the first game, and everyone was very depressed, but fortunately there was a second half. In the second half, we learned the lesson from the first lesson and took the game seriously. Slowly, one of our players seized the opportunity and scored a goal when the opponent was not looking. The score was 2: 2, and we scored another goal in pursuit of victory. The final score was 3: 2, and we won.

Through this competition, we know that hard training can only come in handy at critical times, and so can reading, and paying will eventually yield sweet fruits.

What does it feel like to be sweet? It's too hard to describe. But I know that sugar is sweet, honey is sweet, chocolate is sweet ... and there are many sweets I like. However, there is still a sweetness in life, not in the mouth, but in the heart.

March 20th is my birthday, but I don't know the calendar. I only know what day it is every day, and it will be the weekend in a few days. Therefore, although the birthday has passed, if no one says it, it will be celebrated as usual. It was still early spring, and when I got home, the night followed my footsteps. I pushed the door into the house. It's dark at home, as if no one is there. I'm turning on the light. Suddenly, my parents came out of the darkness. Mother is holding a cake with a candle in her hand and shouting happily, "Happy birthday, son!" " "I won't remember my birthday myself, but my parents will never. They try to give me a different birthday every year. Today, the candlelight on my birthday is so bright, and my heart is so sweet, much sweeter than the cake itself.

I am an obedient child, but I feel a little stupid. It seems that obedience and stupidity are sometimes the same. Since the fifth grade, I have always found math a bit difficult. I'm always confused about fences, planting trees and two cars facing each other. I understand now, but from another angle, it's a mess again. The math teacher is very convincing, and she has devoted a lot of effort to me, which makes me feel that I owe her a good grade. Many things happen. At the end of that period, I got 98 points in the first math test. Even the teacher was surprised and praised me in front of the whole class. At that time, my heart was full of sweetness, and it felt like a wonderful little flower blooming brilliantly under the careful cultivation of the gardener. Can it be sweet?

The past flashed through my mind like a movie. There were many ups and downs in the six years I spent in my alma mater, but what I can't forget most is sweetness.

It was in the fourth grade of primary school. Once, I felt groggy and a little nauseous because I was a little uncomfortable. I have been forbearing for 40 minutes in class, and finally I heard the teacher shout "class dismissed." I couldn't bear it any longer, so I ran to the toilet. But before I got to the toilet, my naughty stomach began to turn over the river. I didn't feel well. I threw up everything I ate in the morning. Suddenly, there was a big circle of people standing around me, including our class and other classes, and even a few first-grade children came to join in the fun. My face burned like the sun at once, and I have been blaming myself. Really! Can't you just go to the bathroom? Why are you throwing up here? Must be laughed at!

Unexpectedly, a pair of big hands behind me suddenly grabbed me, which is a saying! She patted me on the back while helping me, and kept asking me, "How are you, Wang? Are you all right? " Is it better? "I nodded, and then everyone around me got busy: some took out paper to wipe their mouths, some mopped the floor, and several classmates helped me into the classroom.

When I got to class, when my classmates knew the reason, some poured me water to drink, some kept comforting me, and some patted me on the back with their hands ... I looked at everything everyone had done for me, and my nose was sour, and tears poured out of my eyes like a flood. Zhangyan seemed to understand my mind and said to me, "It doesn't matter. We are all classmates. I hope you will get better soon!" "He said, while making faces at me, I couldn't help laughing.

Although it has been a long time, I still remember it vividly. The feeling of classmates on campus is so sweet that people can't bear to forget it. ...

If learning is a gallon of bitter gourd juice, then affection is a little sweet.

Since I went to school, I have found that there are endless homework and endless problems every day, so the weekend has become a veritable "homework elsewhere." Sometimes when I hear the cheers downstairs, I really want to drop my pen and rush downstairs, but learning is like the devil's hand, holding my heart tightly. I always stay in my room and do my homework. Sometimes my parents pass by the door. I know their silent language and faint footsteps. I know they don't want to bother me and leave everything to the end.

Make up lessons on Sunday and afternoon. I finally finished my homework. While eating, my grandmother came over and asked me if I needed someone to take me to school. What a familiar word. I remember when I was at school, I was either late or it rained heavily. Grandma always asks me, do you want me to find someone to take you? Looking back on every weekend, grandma went upstairs countless times. She just sent me something to eat to ease the pain caused by my homework. I turned my grandmother down because my home and school are very close, so there is no need for a ride. I went out after supper. At the first intersection, I saw my grandmother, who was alone. Grandma saw me and said she didn't get a taxi. I was supposed to take a taxi. My heart suddenly went soft. I insisted on walking to the end of the road, only to find that grandma's figure has become a little bit. I waved my hand and hoped that she would go home soon, but I didn't know if she could see it, and then I moved on, and tears somehow came down. It's good to have someone to wait on you.

Learning is bitter medicine, family is sugar, which makes my heart like honey. Driven by my family, I will definitely reach the other side of success.

Life is a dish, it may have its ups and downs, and it depends on the person who cooks it. ...

Someone brought me this smell.

A chubby and optimistic girl, plus a pair of clear eyes, is a she.

When I first met her, I was afraid that she could only be described as optimistic and cheerful. She and I were deskmates, and soon we became good friends.

The sixth-grade exams are constant, which can almost be said to be "a quiz every three days, a big exam every five days". Because there is an exam, there must be a loss and a win, which is a pity; I used to be a loser, a complete failure. 60 points, just passed, a record low.

That day, I was lying there, like grass outside. Junior high school started. What should I do if I get such a result?

Just when my heart was in a mess, she came to me and patted me gently, but she didn't speak, only let me follow her out. I was a little dissatisfied, but I followed her out anyway.

We walked for a long time and finally came to a lotus pond. The scenery in front of me swept away the haze in my heart. When I looked for her again, I saw her patting the stone chair next to me and beckoning me to sit down. I walked up to her, and she taught me to close my eyes and asked, "What did you hear?" But I heard nothing but the wind. She taught me to listen carefully, but this time, I also heard different voices. She pulled me to sit down: "Ying, do you know your grades ...?" On hearing "achievement", my face sank a little: "That's enough! Don't say it again! " Turning to leave, she grabbed me and said, "No, Ying, you didn't do well in the exam this time, but you will do well in the exam next time. Believe in yourself. " Next time, next time, it's the senior high school entrance examination! I didn't do well in this exam Who knows what will happen next time? I'm already a little disheartened, and that 60-point paper appears in front of me. "Since I don't know the result, why not fight for it?" Her words froze me. Yes, why don't I fight for it? She quickly came up to me and said, "Ying, shall we fight together?" . We are competitors from now on! "I answered happily, but she broke her word. She went to other places and went to junior high school in other places. ...

And I, because of the unfulfilled agreement, have a little regret and a little sweetness in my heart!

Sweetness is sometimes a taste and sometimes an emotion.

Candy, fruit and chocolate all have sweetness. However, for emotions, I thought of this. It was a scorching summer. When I went to class in the morning, the sun was still shining, but just after I came out of the cram school, God changed his face, from smiling face to crying face-it was raining cats and dogs, and I stood under the eaves waiting for my mother to "save" me! One minute, two minutes, ten minutes, when I was about to go out in the rain, I saw a familiar figure-my mother! Mother came with an umbrella. I am so excited! Mother hit the umbrella on our heads and covered it tightly. We walked to the car together.

When I got on the bus, my mother quickly handed me the cooked meal and said, "Eat quickly and review it in class!" " ""good! " I nodded. I was so hungry that I swallowed delicious food like a hungry wolf. My mother looked at me and smiled. Without thinking, I asked, "Mom, have you eaten?" "Oh, I haven't eaten yet. I dug a lot today. If you can't finish it, I'll eat it in class later. " Mom is a little at a loss.

It turned out that my mother said every day that she would clean up and come to class with me. She is not cleaning, but eating my leftovers! No wonder she digs so much every day. It turned out to be our rice, and I never noticed it. For a while, I felt so hateful that I let my mother eat my leftovers! I can't help feeling very guilty. I can't be calm for a long time. This meal obviously contains mother's love. I wolfed down my meal. This sweetness is an emotion, so I can still taste the sweetness in my mouth.

Sweet, sometimes a taste, sometimes an emotion, but emotion is always sweeter than taste!

10 dad always said that there is a kind of bitterness that is also sweet, and that is, there is joy in bitterness.

It took him more than half a century to get a master's degree and a doctor's degree. He is an elderly man. After the 1980s and 1990s, he went to the examination room and the classroom to compete with the whole country. Among his doctoral students, there are boys born in the year when he was admitted to the university and girls born in the year when he graduated from the university. Do you think he is trying? Our head teacher is about his age. We retired after teaching, and my father couldn't find a job related to his major after two years of doctoral studies. What do you think of him? However, every time he talked to me about these things at the dinner table, he was so proud that he never frowned. On the contrary, he often reads like a madman. For example, in March and April this year, I was tired of endless online classes and homework. He's fine. He gets up at noon every day and goes to bed in the morning, saying that he insists on "one book doctrine" and finishes reading one book a day. I can't figure it out. I haven't exercised well at my age. Wouldn't it be a waste of time if this doctor died right after graduation?

Moreover, my mother always said that there is a kind of sweetness and a kind of bitterness, and bitterness is also bitter when it is sweet.

Her personality is like a man and a woman who graduated from junior high school with the highest education. When she was fifteen or sixteen, she fled from the ravine to work in Shanghai. She said that her lifelong wish was to make a fortune. After more than 20 years, what wealth have you created? Just came to Shanghai to rent a rental house, and the urban management broke into the house in the middle of the night to check the temporary residence permit. She obviously has a temporary residence permit. When she showed her certificate, the city management tore up her temporary residence permit, then took her to the homeless repatriation station overnight and sent her to Anhui 24 hours later. She and her father worked hard for more than ten years to save some capital to invest in a homestay, which coincided with the COVID-19 epidemic this year and "returned to the pre-liberation overnight". Although our family of three live in harmony, she is busy, worried about business losses, and bears the burden for her father's continuous study. My son is poor in study and rebellious and playful. Harmonious sweetness simply means that three or four pieces of sugar are accidentally sprinkled in the cold bitter gourd.

What is the metaphor of sweetness in this real life?

The composition 1 1 on the topic of sweetness has its ups and downs. Today, I will tell you my ups and downs.

At the beginning of school, I was elected as the leader of Chinese by the teacher. Get up at 6: 30 in the morning, start at 7: 00 and arrive at school at 7: 05. As soon as I arrived at school, I began to check the homework for the team members, but as soon as the team members put down their schoolbags, they ran over and said, "Come and check it for me." So I put down my schoolbag and managed to catch up with my team members. However, when one player was caught, the other player ran away. ...

The class is over, and all the other students in the class have gone out to play. I can't go out yet. I must make a list and give it to the teacher before I can go out. Check all the recitation tasks assigned by Mr. Jiang, and tick after checking. You can't go out until you have finished what the teacher told you. At this time, it's time for class again. This is "bitterness".

I thought it would be bitter to go on like this, but by the eighth week, the teacher resigned my Chinese group leader and replaced him with someone else. This man was the group leader last semester. I said happily, "I knew it for a long time. I should have been able to get away."

I'm so happy. This is "sweet".

Have you experienced the ups and downs of growing up?

If you ask what is sweet, I think everyone will think of sugar first. Yes, that's right, but does anyone know why sugar is sweet? I think some people don't know the answer. I'll tell you, because there is bitterness in it. Besides sugar, more sweetness is also bitter. As for why I say this, please see my nonsense below.

Sweetness comes from hard work and bitterness. Rock candy, cool and sweet, can also be used to treat diseases. I think everyone likes it. But why is it so sweet? It has to be said that a bamboo-like' plant' stands in the field, struggling to grow towards the sun, desperately absorbing water and carrying out photosynthesis. This is sugar cane. Since sowing, farmers have taken care of it day and night, giving it the best fertilizer and killing insects in the sun, so that sugarcane can grow well and sugar can be sweeter. Every process of harvesting, processing, squeezing, filtering and solidification after maturity should be done by hands, and not sloppy. It is under such hard work, sweat and even tears that pieces of crystal clear sugar can be sent into our mouths. The sweetness we feel when eating comes from the bitterness of farmers, but I think their joy after harvest is sweeter than ours.

Sweetness comes from persistence. "The predecessors planted trees, and the descendants enjoyed the cool". People who enjoy the cool always say this sentence casually, because they know that their current shade is the result of their predecessors' persistent hearts. People in the past, looking at the blazing sunshine, thought that their descendants would be barbecued, so they picked up hoes, went to fields and mountains, planted seedlings and irrigated them carefully, hoping to become towering trees. It may not be necessary to sow, grow and persist from generation to generation, but they still can't stop, because they know that if they are alone in a tree, there will be fewer children and grandchildren, which is sweeter than life.

Sweetness comes from hard work I studied hard for ten years at the cold window, just for a high school. Now, after several years' study, we just want a college entrance examination, perhaps earlier than the chicken and later than the moon, just to bury our heads in studying, recite over and over again, write over and over again, and cry over and over again, just for the final decisive battle. When we step into the examination room, we find that our hard work in recent years will finally be fully displayed, and the result is no longer important.

That kind of sweet taste, we can't forget, because those sweetness comes from bitterness, twists and turns are hard to come by, and sweetness comes to the heart.

In our campus, many things happen every day. There are sweet, sour, bitter and spicy ... However, in our class, students all like sweet things, so in our class, sweet things always happen.

In a labor class on Thursday, the labor teacher asked us to make cold salad, so we started to do it. The materials we brought can be said to be the most complete, and the light materials filled the table. In our imagination, our cold dishes are very beautiful-put vegetables such as cucumbers and tomatoes and fruits such as bananas and mangoes in pumpkins, and pour patterns with yogurt to make beautiful pumpkin fruits and vegetables. We did what we imagined. Suddenly singing had a new idea, and all the people in our group were confused. Some want to follow the original plan, while others want to follow the advice of singing. Finally, we stood up and organized everyone to do it according to the singing method. Everyone began to cut fruits and cucumbers and put them in cups made of pumpkins. But when we cut fruit, we made a mistake. We put yogurt in advance, and the fruit turned white before we put it in the pumpkin. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and put it in the pumpkin. After I finished, I found that I didn't need to put yogurt at all, because it was already yogurt fruit. In pumpkin, you can't tell which is fruit and which is sauce. The whole pumpkin cup is almost a paste beyond recognition. Our group looked helplessly at the sauce in the pumpkin. I don't know who tasted the chopsticks first, and exclaimed, "Don't say, this paste is really delicious." We also tasted it and were amazed. Finally, when we went to bring it to the teachers, the teachers all exclaimed, "My God, what is this!" " "We advised the teacher to eat a piece, and after eating, the teacher gave us the same admiration. We almost never stopped laughing during the whole production process.

This is the dessert of our class. In fact, there are many such things in our class. As long as we carefully observe and experience, we will enjoy endless happiness!

The composition article 14 on the sweet topic consists of a faint smile and a happy smile. -inscription

Blink of an eye, six years of primary school time will pass, and my heart can't help but add a touch of sadness. In helplessness and regret, the sweetness of the campus surges in my memory ... a faint smile.

Our teacher, Mr. Keiko, has one characteristic. She has a good article, and reading it to us has become a great pleasure in our Chinese class.

On this day, teacher Keiko found some beautiful articles and read them to us with great interest. Teacher Keiko on the stage read vividly, and so did the "audience" below us. In this way, Keiko read one article after another without interruption. Finally, she was a little tired. She picked up a glass of water and asked, "What's the matter? Still want to listen? " I am greedily absorbing the essence of these articles. How can I stop here? The whole class is the same. But they are afraid that the teacher will work too hard, and everyone is hesitant and embarrassed. The teacher understood the meaning of the students long ago, smiled faintly and said, "Good! I will continue to read it to you! " Say that finish, and read it affectionately. Think of the teacher's faint smile, my heart is warm and sweet.