Topic composition

In daily study, work and life, it is inevitable for everyone to contact or use composition. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. What is the composition you have seen? The following are 8 topic compositions that I have compiled. I welcome you to learn from them and hope to help you. Topic composition 1

"Ding Ding ..." The ringing bell woke me up!

I almost struggled to get up. My mother came in with her old smile and said to me, "Baby, what is the biggest rice bubble?" I vaguely thought about it and said, "It's rice porridge!" "Yes, I will give you this today." Mom said happily. At this time, I swept away my drowsiness and suddenly became cheerful. After washing, I went to eat what my mother called "rice porridge". I don't know why today's "rice porridge" smells so good. Hehe, after I had a full meal, I went out to school.

along the way, I guessed many riddles. I met a group of hens, and the hens said to me, "What's under the chicken?" "Eggs!" I just said it.

I met another person, and he said, "What should I read with a horizontal character and a Chinese character?" "One Middle School" I said confidently. "Add another horizontal", "No.2 Middle School", I also replied with a smile. The man who "adds another horizontal line" never tires of it. "No.3 Middle School" I am also determined to carry the game to the end. "What about another vertical?" That man is endless. "Wang Zhong" I answered impatiently. "What about a little more?" The man asked me a little mysteriously. "A little more?" I thought for a moment and casually said, "Lord!" "

"Lord (ancestor)? Are you playing with me? " Watching him smile shamelessly, my roots itch and bite. I chased him and tried to punish him by force.

I came to the school unconsciously, and the school gate said to me, "What are you doing here?" Isn't this nonsense? But I still patiently replied: "Go to school!" The school gate smiled and gave a riddle: "Two people, type one word!" " I thought about it and said, "God!" The school gate said, "read together next week!" " I obediently read: "Week-Day!" The school gate laughed: "What are you doing here on Sunday?"

Sunday? Today is Sunday? -I really want to faint! Topic composition 2

Yes! What is a bridge? Who will consider this question?

Mao Yisheng, a famous bridge scientist, has carefully considered this problem. He said, "The bridge is just a bench, with a board on two legs, which can bear the weight. Enlarge this bench and' cross' a small river or a small valley to form a bridge. "

no! Bridge, it's not that simple! No, not at all!

if so, what is the love bridge? What was the blurred rainbow bridge that day? So, it's not simple. There are two bridges in my heart. They are-

the bridge of affection-Wannian Bridge

The years are like a filter screen, which sifts away the soil in my memory and leaves behind shining gold. I have already appreciated the simplicity and age of Zhao Zhouqiao, and the vigor and grandeur of the Yangtze River Bridge. However, I always think about the small bridge in my hometown ancient city, and remember my childhood dream bridge. As soon as I have a holiday, my constant concern always urges me to look for the warm and sweet childhood memories.

It's an old stone arch bridge, which straddles the Xin 'an River. The water is beautiful, the river is beautiful, and the bridge is beautiful. The bluestone road on the bridge has been polished by pedestrians' feet.

The bridge gave my interesting childhood a magnificent color. However, the rotating wheel of life took away my childhood and innocence when I transferred to school, moved, moved to high school and lived in school. When I walked to the bridge again, the cheerful and calm feelings of the lake could not help but cause a little melancholy ripples.

Listen, there is the sound of water gurgling like a piano under the bridge. It is the Taiping Bridge, a bridge full of my childhood and affection.

Bridge of Friendship-Wannian Bridge

It's raining outside the window, and my thoughts are full of variety. Winter has gone, a ray of spring brings warmth, and the bridge in my hometown is connected with unforgettable friendship.

Do you still remember that ancient bridge? I remember, we remember, we are a group of laughing children, a group of young and naive partners, and a group of classmates who get along with each other day and night. We used to walk together, with sincerity, hope and dreams, and walked through the ancient bridge in the wind and rain and the ancient bridge under the sun.

A few mosses, a few grasses, or a few snails leisurely show the richness and tranquility of the small bridge. Walking through the bluestone road polished by predecessors, the sound is empty, which is the echo of the collision between reality and history.

The scientific name of the ancient bridge is Wannian Bridge, and I call it the bridge of friendship. It has accompanied us through childishness, innocence and beautiful flower season.

The ancient Huizhou culture has made you, with the rugged archways supporting you, the soft smoke from the kitchen hanging over you, and your affectionate eyes missing you. Ah! The bridge of affection-the bridge of friendship, pure colors, vigorous and elegant posture, is a spring breeze on my life road, a touch of sunshine ... Topic Composition 3

The flavor of the year has been getting weaker and weaker in recent years. I have been away from home for decades, but the rich flavor of the year in my hometown still haunts me. Every two or three years, I take the trouble to bring my family home for the New Year.

The taste of the year is first of all the smell of smoke and jiaozi in the air. Northerners say: It's not as delicious as jiaozi. Other things can be dispensed with during the Spring Festival, and jiaozi must eat them. Jiaozi flavor, first, the smell of meat stuffing, fat meat stuffing is not fragrant, and sesame oil is poured; The second is the spicy taste of onion, ginger and garlic, plus the sound of chopping stuffing one after another. It's really colorful. When jiaozi eats it, even if he is steadfast, he will feel confident. Topic composition article 4

I can't remember how many times my parents have caressed me and encouraged me with smiles. Maybe all these things are too ordinary, too ordinary, and we often ignore them. Until one day, when I was walking on the road of life, I suddenly stopped to look back, only to find that it was those neglected details that filled me with deep love and grew up happily with me all the time. But at this time, our parents are no longer young, white hair quietly climbed up their temples, and the most brilliant time in life has gradually left them.

Parents' love is the most selfless love in the world. At that time, the light was flying. When we were immersed in piles of homework all day, when we were looking forward to growing up quickly, please don't ignore our parents who worked hard for us, ignoring every gray hair, every wrinkle and every detail full of affection.

I remember that when I was in the third grade, I went to school just after the New Year, and my classmates were talking about the beauty of spring, but I didn't think it was good. Because I go to school in the chilly spring, my teeth tremble with cold in the morning. The class said, "Look, her lips are blue." After a few classes, I got home very uncomfortable and fell asleep in bed.

I heard a familiar voice in my sleep, "Get up! Xiao Yan! " I woke up to see my mother. I said, "I seem to have a fever." My mother quickly measured me with a thermometer, and my "temperature was forty degrees" mother immediately became nervous. I called my class teacher to ask for leave, and then, my mother hastily picked up a cup and gave me water to drink antipyretic. I carefully found that there were beads of sweat on my mother's forehead that rolled straight down. I think, mom, this must be urgent. I must get sick early.

I don't know how to keep a high fever. I was sweating after drinking the medicine. My mother was busy changing towels to wipe my back. She was so busy all noon that I couldn't even eat. I went to sleep again ... I felt my mother carrying me to the hospital. Unexpectedly, I was in the hospital for a week and four days.

Every day when I open my eyes, I see my mother beside me. I recovered from my illness, and I found that my mother's eyes were black and she had a little more silver hair ... Topic Composition 5

Grandma's years are like songs, which are not gentle and beautiful, nor heroic, but they teach people to feel at ease.

Grandma is sixty and five years old this year. She is not tall and looks simple and honest. With a kind smile, people feel very warm. Usually, she likes talking and laughing with me.

Grandma was born in a poor family in the 195s. When she was a child, she often didn't have enough to eat and clothes, and there were many brothers and sisters at home. Sometimes she could only count a few grains of rice when she cooked porridge. -Life at home is really hard.

Grandma was very motivated when she was a child. At the age of seven, she often secretly went to school to listen to the teacher behind her brother's back for several months. In this way, her parents still supported her to finish primary school. A week before the next semester, a very unfriendly news came to her from the school like lightning: the principal informed grandma to stop school because of the shortage of teachers and the lack of educational ability, and taught mathematics as a substitute teacher in grade one or two; If she wants, she can also eat two meals a day at school and get a teaching bonus. In order to increase the economic income, so that the family can live a normal life and the younger brothers and sisters can also go to school, grandma agreed. During the substitute class, grandma silently planned her future life, and she never gave up the idea of continuing to study in junior high school. She often uses her spare time to sneak into the middle school and quickly find the last corner of the class to sit down and listen to the class.

As the days went by, grandma insisted on being a substitute teacher to earn money to support her family, while studying junior high school knowledge diligently. After three or four years, although I usually get excellent grades, my grandmother is not qualified to take the junior high school graduation entrance examination because she has no student status. In order to reduce the burden on the family, grandma gave up the opportunity to continue her studies in high school and stayed in primary school to be a substitute teacher. Grandma's life is so rough, even now I still feel a little resentful. She is like an abandoned ugly duckling, singing a tune that is struggling to grow up in hardship and sadness.

grandma has grown into an adult and is old enough to go out and work hard. The income of the substitute teacher was too low, so she decided to go out and make a break. Because her education is not high enough and she only has a primary school diploma, she is often crushed and squeezed by recruitment companies, but this has not discouraged her grandmother. She began to try all kinds of coolies at the bottom of the society. With her fairly strong body (where can a woman be strong), she entered a heavy-duty wood-making factory and carried heavy logs with a diameter of 5-8 cm every day. The work was dangerous and hard, and she often sprained her waist or was crushed by wood because of overwork. Fortunately, the income is still considerable, so she became the workshop director with her hard-working spirit.

this way, grandma will do it for most of her life. After the reform of state-owned enterprises in the 199s, grandma became a laid-off worker again. In order to support her family, she had to go back to her hometown to do many small things, such as washing dishes in restaurants, cleaning hotels, and taking care of the family ... Sometimes she was abused for some small things. In those years, grandma experienced great storms, minor difficulties and drizzles. Many difficulties, all kinds of pains, and some hard work that ordinary people have never done are like a sad March of life, moving forward all the way.

in any case, grandma finally lived the life she wanted through her own struggle. After retirement, I bought a house in Xiamen, my children were filial, and I lived a happy sunset with my grandfather. May this gentle and comfortable concerto accompany her for the rest of her life. Topic composition article 6

In the gray room, everything is full. The coffee machine is as precise as the instruments in the chemistry laboratory; The metal platinum sheets in the electroscope are far apart and mutually exclusive; The film was piled up in a pile and placed on a small table in the corner.

In front of me, this boy with thin-rimmed glasses is still talking about the beauty of objects, but I am staring at his black turtle neck, and I feel cold, so cold that I am out of my mind.

He is my brother and my photography teacher. Originally, photography was just a hobby for me, and it was completely lost because of the mysterious worlds he opened with film. At first, my parents also agreed with me to learn photography, saying that I was not overwhelmed by many skills, but when I saw my math test paper like a white rose with blood dripping, I just put my camera and film in the carton without saying a word. I am also like a lost lamb, wandering and confused, thinking about the significance of insisting on photography all day.

I felt the pain of being beaten on the top of my head, and the pain came back to my mind. Holding his fist, he leaned against the wall and looked down. "You've been deserting a lot recently, and if you do that, I'll collect tuition fees." The pointer in my heart wavered, instead of refusing to pay as usual, I blurted out, "Why don't we give up?" If this talent of photography won't make me make a living, but it's just a pastime, and I may be worried about my schoolwork. Why should I insist? " He loosened his fist, folded his arms in silence for a long time, and finally pulled up a chair as an equal with me. "You can be a photographer in the future!" "I thought about it, but it is unrealistic." I heard a chuckle in his breath, and he patted me on the head again, but this time he laid hands on me gently. "Unrealistic ideas like dreams are sometimes the practical basis. Besides, people can't live just to make a living, "he said." When I applied for the college entrance examination, I hesitated between two schools. One could live stably and the other could realize my dream. Later, I chose my dream. "

After more than ten years in this world, I feel completely awakened for the first time. He handed me the camera in his hand, and the light fell on his face, as beautiful as usual. Of course, life can't just be a dream, so this boy with thin-rimmed glasses not only teaches me photography, but also teaches me math.

Confusion and uncertainty are actually normal. But those who are repeatedly questioned or question themselves at night should wake up, and unrealistic ideas like dreams are the practical basis. Topic Composition 7

There are little traces of red in the criss-crossing branches, red as blood, red as fire, and faint fragrance floating into the air-my eyes always flash with the graceful and elegant figure of plum blossom.

When the weather is getting colder, I was complaining that the indifferent autumn wind blew away the prosperity of the world, and even the yellow flowers everywhere disappeared, I remembered the plum trees standing proudly in Yuan Ye in the south of the Yangtze River covered by Bo Xue. Wan Fang's cold and arrogant posture at the time of her death is very exciting. The north wind blows the branches, but the original cold wind is softer because of the red plum swaying gently, which is a little more delicious than the spring breeze willow. Hongmei, like waving to me, walked over unconsciously and felt extraordinarily quiet in her heart. Snow fell in succession, and plum petals danced among them, falling on my forehead, shoulders and body. It's like we should be one. Mei and I are both integrated into this world.

when my thoughts drifted back, I couldn't help but chuckle, and I remembered the plum that had been left alone and not stained with lead. In a trance, my eyes flashed a little purples, as if I saw the red plum waiting for me to find her-"The moon is similar in sorrow and heart, and a plain shadow is waiting for people."

I remember someone praised: "The shadows are horizontal and the water is shallow, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk." You red plum, which can't be compared with flowers, I have never forgotten your sweet but not greasy floral fragrance, and you have a cold but gentle figure!

I have a strong desire. I want to break off a plum blossom and plant you by the pond in the courtyard. I think the compassion and tolerance of water are positive.