A composition with the most beautiful topic.

In daily study, work and life, everyone must have been exposed to writing. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is my most beautiful composition for reference only. Welcome to reading.

The most beautiful composition 1 Everyone has a different definition of the most beautiful. Some people think the sunset is the most beautiful; Some people think the sunrise is the most beautiful; Some people think that flowers in spring are the most beautiful; Some people think that autumn moon is the most beautiful; Some people think that naked children are the most beautiful; Some people think that the bride is the most beautiful ... and I think it is the most beautiful for two white-haired old people to meet after a long separation.

My grandfather is over 70 years old and used to be in good health. He usually likes to play chess and learn chess with a group of old friends. Among them, I spend almost every day with an old man named Chang, bickering while playing chess, and sometimes blushing for the next move, which makes people feel really angry, but it soon calmed down and Kazakhstan's smile recovered. The two old people are like children, and we are all used to it.

Until one day, the two old people began to quarrel again, and we thought we didn't mind as much as before. Who knows, I heard a "crash" and the chess piece fell to the ground. Then, "Eric, you scoundrel, I will never come again …" Grandpa Chang gave a cry and opened the door and went out. I ran out and asked what was going on. Grandpa blushed and muttered, "Cheapskate, isn't it just a few tricks?" As for this matter, let him go ... "

One day, two days, three days ... Grandpa Chang hasn't been here for several days. From the beginning, Grandpa "ignored him" to "As for it", until he couldn't sit still, he finally couldn't help calling Grandpa Chang, but no one answered. Grandpa was in a hurry and ran to Grandpa Chang's house. He came back disappointed and said that he had heard from his neighbors that Grandpa Chang had gone to his son's house in other places. Grandpa has been reluctant to go out to play chess since that day.

In this way, five years passed. Grandpa Chang hasn't come back yet. As time goes by, grandpa's physical condition is getting worse and worse, and he often gets sick. And every day is boring, I don't play chess, I don't watch TV, I don't go out to play, I stay at home all day, and I am more and more lonely. I can't sleep every night because he thinks about Grandpa Chang every night. Although I often accompany him, he has been frowning, at a loss and lifeless.

One day, suddenly, the cell phone bell rang again after five years' silence. My grandfather jumped up with excitement, as if he were fifty years younger. When I answered the phone, I saw his face full of joy and tears in his eyes. What happened to grandpa? "Always said that he would come to see me as soon as he came back. Almost there. Come, take out my coat. " I could see that he was happy, so I didn't persuade him and let him go downstairs.

A few hours have passed, and Grandpa Chang hasn't come yet. I wanted him to go back, but I gave up when I saw the expression on his face. "Chang, I miss you so much." When I heard this sentence, they were already hugging each other tightly. Looking at the joy on their faces and the tears in their eyes, I couldn't help but burst into tears. In the sunset, two white-haired old people who met after a long separation held hands tightly.

Sunset is a late flower, sunset is an old wine, sunset is a late love, sunset is an unfinished love. The most beautiful thing is the sunset, the most beautiful thing is the reunion of old friends!

He always smiles. Really, whenever you meet him, he always smiles. Laughter is like his symbol.

This is Lao Dai. When you walk to the campus, the man you see with a red face and a big face and a greasy plaid shirt is Lao Dai.

Lao Dai is not a local. He and his thin wife live a dull life in a city that doesn't belong to him. Every morning, he and his wife are busy turning out the garbage accumulated in the dustbin for a day, unfolding the paper that can be converted into money one by one, emptying all kinds of beverage bottles, putting them into big sacks, and then dumping the remaining garbage into the dustbin. At this time, Lao Dai seldom talked to his wife, but he just smiled faintly. Perhaps, in the face of smelly garbage, Lao Dai's smile can comfort his wife.

Lao Dai is the person who knows most about the school. No one knows the time of exams, holidays and school as clearly as Lao Dai does, because he is busiest during these times and always makes a small fortune. On holidays, there is a lot of waste paper in the office, which can always provide "big orders" for Lao Dai. When Lao Dai walks into the office, he never walks much. He always grabs his scale, drags his big sack and stands outside the door, smiling quietly and greeting the nearest teacher. We always suspect that Lao Dai's scale is a unique skill, so let it be as heavy as possible, but we can't grasp Lao Dai's handle and shout to him loudly: "How much is that?" Definitely not right! Lao Dai's eyes widened and he argued incredulously, "That's all, I've weighed more." "He said this, Lao Dai corners of the mouth is still up, with a kind and slightly satisfiedly smile on his face.

I always feel that Lao Dai and Rainbow, the owner of the teahouse, have a chubby figure, smiling faces of buyers and sellers, and a passion for buying and selling without affection.

Lao Dai is always busy. Collect waste, take out garbage, plant flowers and grass, and be responsible for the movement of logistics tables and chairs. Not long ago, I saw Lao Dai walking down the stairs on the fifth floor with a heavy desk on his back. It is very difficult to move, but he seems to have a bright smile on his face, completely ignoring the greasy shirt that has been glued to his body by sweat. When I passed sideways, I saw Lao Dai's wife, the thin little woman, moving a square step, quietly following Lao Dai, watching her man work hard for his life with satisfaction. There seems to be too much happiness in life. ...

Lao Dai has a tricycle. A small speaker is often hung on the handlebar of a tricycle, and there is a powerful jujube clapper. What Lao Dai likes best is the sonorous and powerful singing of Henan Opera. Whenever this time, Lao Dai will squint, hum to the sound of gongs and drums, and revel in his smile. ...

This is Lao Dai. He loves to laugh and has a beautiful smile.

The most beautiful composition 3 Every second in school is the most beautiful shot. There was laughter everywhere. They are the most beautiful scenery in my heart.

For example, every recess ... alas ... it's hard to say. I really don't know what words to use to describe those scenes, and suddenly my words are poor and my brain is stuck. I want to take a picture of the whole campus with my camera. But isn't the memory a little small for a small camera? ...

Needless to say, the necessary noise between classes is something a school should have. Just a few seconds after class, a few people always look at their watches, count down, and then rush out of the classroom very quickly. Ten minutes ... is not short, but it is understandable that "every minute counts" at this time. Can you say that there are no "humans" in your class who shake their legs, sharpen erasers, play with rulers and dig their hands? If not, by the way, how do people in your class do it? Is it perfect? !

When class is over ... I always feel shocked after listening to the' concert' after class. Alas ... that sound is really unbearable. What I hate most is that the monitor sang along that day. Wow! Monitor! Your dignity is tired! ? Then it's drum time after class. I can't stand it any longer. Then, if you meet the teacher, you should put everything down and greet the teacher respectfully. Well, that's why I'm afraid to see my teacher at school. Also, some time ago, there were no people in the corridor, because Class Three invented a game ... I forgot, it was to fill a balloon with water and throw it in the corridor (comrades in Class Three mind, I really don't know ...).

In fact, my favorite thing is to stir up hornets' nests with those boys. Seriously, don't say,' What are girls playing with boys? I assure you, it's really interesting! Really! Play after class every day. But ... if you get something in return, you get something. The tool is the big broom' operation' of our class, and its' lower limbs' are long sticks. Then I know now that there are so many hornets' nests in our school. The most interesting is the corner behind the football field, where there are wasps. Lots and lots, there is nothing to poke, which is beneficial to physical and mental health. I run every time I finish stabbing. But now that I have experience, I won't run, because the wasp won't come out several times. So pinch it ... can' Bai! I don't want to say anything. We have killed all the wasps today. Don't say I hurt small animals, I don't even dare to get tired of walking in! It was a group of boys who broke their guts and killed those dumb animals, alas! Are you bored? Who are we going to stab after you kill them?

Anyway, every shot has a bright spot.

Every second is so precious.

Every second is the most beautiful scenery.

The most beautiful composition 4 stands by the window, holding fragrant milk tea in one hand and holding her head in the soft sunshine in the other, her eyes scattered in front of the book on the table. From time to time, I look at the traffic on the street, wandering in the book, and my thoughts are scattered. Perhaps, in my world, there is nothing better than this most beautiful time.

As the saying goes, "books are still medicine, and good reading can cure fools." Books are my spiritual companion; Books are my soul's yearning; Books are my indispensable spiritual food.

Books have been a part of my life since childhood. I like the happy endings of Grimm's fairy tales and Andersen's fairy tales. One beautiful story after another makes me strongly feel the goodness and innocence of this world. I also like The Journey to the West, which I can never get tired of, and Eighty-one Difficult, which is a master and apprentice who went to the Western Heaven to learn from the scriptures. I am more sympathetic to the tragedy and misfortune of the protagonist in Oliver Twist.

I have nothing to do when I grow up. My grandfather's study has become my favorite. When you are tired of playing, you sit on the floor of grandpa's study and read the ancient books on the shelf. Although they are all historical and political books, they are still obscure to me at a young age, but I still explore and look for them with great curiosity, remember the heroic stories in the historical trend in my small heart, and watch the changes of a dynasty. Gliding in the historical sky, overlooking the spectacular scene of Qin Wang sweeping Liuhe and unifying the whole country, I couldn't help secretly admiring his great talent. I watched Zhang Qian lead a group of people wandering forward in the desert, and the Silk Road was miraculously opened. I can't help secretly admiring his fearless pioneering spirit, leaning against the prison railing and watching Sima Qian write historical records. "The historian sings a swan song, and Li Sao has no rhyme." I can't help secretly admiring his humiliating quality. I sat on the boat and listened carefully to Su Shi's song "The moon is full of ups and downs, and people have joys and sorrows". I can't help but be impressed. ...

Now I prefer to stay in the bookstore and hold a literary masterpiece in a quiet corner. Jane in Jane Eyre is independent, with a beautiful soul and unremitting pursuit of happiness; In "Red Rock", the people of Chongqing fought bravely, and party member fought to the death. The hero of Liang Shanbo in Water Margin is the embodiment of justice.

There are thousands of millet in Qian Qian, golden house and Yan Ruyu in the book. Every time you read a book, it is a kind of inner enjoyment, a spiritual journey and a wandering in the ocean of knowledge. May this book accompany me through every wonderful time, forever. ......

The most beautiful composition 5 1.

In spring, the grass sticks out its pointed head and the flowers open their pink cheeks. Wicker stretched its delicate body and swayed gently in the wind.

"Is it the wind?" I asked softly.

"No, it's hope." It answers with a smile. With that, I picked a willow leaf briskly and put it in my hand, which made all the flowers and plants around me laugh.

Oh, hope.

2.

In summer, Xiao He gently drills out the green pool surface in the sound of frogs, and dragonflies play happily in the shade. The wicker is getting denser and denser, shining with green crystal luster in the sun.

"Is it sunshine?" I can't help wondering.

"No, it's enthusiasm." It answers with a smile. The sunshine seems to be stronger, and the flowers seem to be more excited, swaying in the breeze.

"Oh, it turned out to be enthusiasm."

3.

In autumn, there are crystal dew on the withered grass tip, and the land under the maple tree is covered with a thick layer of red. The fragrance floating in the orchard attracted me to stop and watch, only to see full fruits falling into the fruit basket one by one.

"Is there any result?" I asked carefully.

"No, it's a bumper harvest." It answers with a smile. Finger across a golden leaf, the leaf began to dance. Under the sunshine, the fallen leaves all over the place are shining with golden light.

Oh, it turned out to be a bumper harvest.

4.

In winter, the north wind blows hard, plum blossoms are in full bloom, and snowflakes similar to it rotate, rise and then slowly fall in the air.

"Is it snow?" I asked holding a handful of white snowflakes.

"No, it's peace." It answers with a smile. At this time, a pile of snow flew again in the roar of the north wind, drawing a beautiful arc in the silver sky, and a faint fragrance quietly poured into the nasal cavity. It turns out that the plum blossoms on the wall are quietly blooming.

Oh, so it's peace.

5.

I asked the spring breeze, but it still smiled and answered "hope"; I asked summer, but it still smiled and answered "enthusiasm"; I asked Qiushi, but he still smiled and answered "Harvest". I asked Dongxue, but he still smiled and answered "Peace". ...

Butterflies whirled in place, skimming over cheeks, the breeze caressed, the mirror-like lake rippled slightly, and a boat slowly approached and strayed into fairyland. ...

6.

Looking at the colorful flowers along the coast, I was confused again and couldn't help asking myself.

"It's the heart!" It told me with a smile.

Oh, I see. So is the most beautiful scenery.

In a trance, I seem to understand.

7.

Where is the most beautiful scenery? Maybe I'm confused about it. In the long river of life, a butterfly flies by and tells me that it is beside me. There's a snail crawling slowly. Tell me, it's just ahead. ...

I'm growing up and my father is getting old. My eyes are moist and my nose is sour.

My father has always been young and strong in my eyes, but unconsciously he also has white hair, which is so dazzling in the sun. I used to be eager to grow up, but now I don't want to grow up, because when I grow up, my father will be old.

When I was a child, my father always played with me and made me laugh. However, when I was in junior high school, my father seldom joked with me and was always serious. I thought my father didn't love me anymore. I longed for my father to pinch my ear once, even those rough big hands. I longed for my father to hug me once. I miss that warm and thick back so much that I feel the depth of my father's love again. But no, dad didn't pinch my ear, didn't carry me behind my back, didn't accompany me to make me laugh. It seems that dad really doesn't love me, and I'm very sad, very sad.

I am rebellious. I want to get back at my father. Because he doesn't love me, I will make him care about me.

I failed an exam once and was in a bad mood. I hate studying, taking exams and being so stupid. I didn't have any homework after I got home. I have been watching TV. Dad was very angry and asked me why I didn't do my homework. I said, "What can you do if I don't do it?" Dad was really angry when he heard my words: "Is this the tone you should have?" Tell me about it. ""I didn't. I did what I wanted. You don't love me, why bother me? " "I can't tube you? You go and help me with my homework. Go. " "Hum, I don't want it! "I yelled, I was in a bad mood, and my father didn't understand me. I lost control, roared wildly, and then I cried. My tears kept flowing downwards, and my failure in the exam, my father's incomprehension, and my regret for yelling at my father all melted into these tears. My mother told me to go back to my room first, so I went. When I entered the room, I immediately cried on my bed, but the more I cried, the more sad I became. I was tired of crying and fell asleep crying. When I woke up the next day, I didn't expect that I had a cold, dizziness, headache, nausea and sore throat. I groaned. As soon as my father heard this, he came in and took me to the clinic, lying on my father's back. It was so warm that I couldn't help crying. I said, "Dad, why don't you love me? "

Dad said, "Silly daughter, how can I not love you?" You are my baby. ""Then why are you ignoring me? " "I'm afraid it will affect your study. Four years of junior high school is crucial. Dad wants you to study hard. How can I ignore you? You are my pride. "After listening to my father, I cried even harder, and then I fainted. When I woke up, my hand was infusion. My father is washing my clothes. I looked at my father's back and his white hair. My eyes are wet again and my nose is sour. I dare not call him or look at him, because I know I shouldn't be full of resentment against him. I was wrong. I am no longer rebellious, and I will be the pride of my father.

I don't want to grow up, I don't want to grow up, because when I grow up, my father will be old.

I'm not afraid when I'm old. In my eyes, my father is the most beautiful.

The immortal legend of father and daughter.

No matter how I look at his back, he is a comma, a size, short and fat, and always moves.

When we were very young, we played games with other children in that old house. After a long time, I saw him leaning against the wall, motionless and in tears. I ran to him from the crowd and asked him what was wrong. He was embarrassed for a while. All I know is that other children don't play with him while I'm away. I thought he was going to cry, and then in the cave, in the grass, it was just the two of us. If he can't climb the tree, I will sit on the mound with him and watch the bird's nest.

Bigger. We moved out of there together. Before leaving, he was still holding the old cement pipe and didn't want to leave. His father and my father are colleagues in the company. While they were chatting, I went to his house to play games. His game can be shown on TV. I think it is amazing.

In summer, the grass in the yard is full of bugs. He is timid, so I will lead him and catch him together. Actually, I'm scared, too. Every time I hold them in my hand, this little insect sticks to my nerves. However, he was right behind me, and his timid voice encouraged me.

I don't know what happened. The children in the yard still play with him. While I was having fun, I glanced at him and curled up under the lamp, and my heart softened again.

I took him to play with little girls and they all laughed at him for being short and fat. He doesn't mind, but he dances funny. I can't help laughing. I thought it would be slower.

When I was in junior high school, I said that learning is to drink a cup of bitter tea, which is hot and uncomfortable. He said that learning is a big cream cake, sweet and delicious.

I avoided his unreasonable metaphor, and I don't know when I began to hate everything about him. Later, I learned that his grades were not good at all, and that metaphor was his comfort.

I went to school with him for a long time, only to find that he never seemed to grow up, both psychologically and physically.

He is like a child living in his own world. He is still so haggle over every ounce. When he is a little unhappy, his eyes are red and he has been waiting for others' pity.

A classmate once advised me to ignore him. I asked him why. He said that the short man followed that girl all day, shameless. One day, I saw him being chased and beaten by a schoolmate, and his hat was still in his hand. I went to help him. He picked up the hat thrown on the ground and pouted.

From then on, it was me and him on the way to school and home. He often gropes in the grass beside the road. I laughed at him when he was a child, but he still looked serious and curious.

After the senior high school entrance examination, I went to his house to play games. He squatted in front of the TV and rummaged through the CD in the cupboard. I saw a photo album with piles of small objects bearing his memories, as well as insect specimens from his childhood.

I looked up at his back. No matter how I look at it, it is a comma, a figure, round and beautiful.

The most beautiful composition 8 seems to have been looking for, looking for a beautiful scenery, and then deeply moved by this beautiful scenery.

It's just an ordinary road, but there is a beautiful scenery on this ordinary road.

The scorching sun scorched the earth, and only hot air came on the whole road. Only a few passers-by rushed into the roadside shop to avoid the scorching sun, while you were still in the scorching sun with two young children beside you.

In order to avoid the scorching sun, I walked into a fast food restaurant, found a seat near the door, put on headphones and listened to songs. A casual glance made the scenery linger in my mind for a long time.

The shop opposite is being renovated. A woman was standing on a ladder drawing in the scorching sun, and a shady child taken away from her was snuggled up in the sun. The younger one looked at the woman crying loudly, and the older one held her sister gently, moving her lips slightly, as if to comfort her.

At that moment, my heart was shocked and the two children snuggled together. It was not until my sister cried herself to sleep that another child squatted down and put her sister's head on her shoulder, while we enjoyed it in the room.

An indescribable feeling welled up in my mind. At that moment, time seemed to stand still and the scenery solidified. Pedestrians on the road can't help but cast admiring eyes when they see this warm scene behind the scenes. Some people, like me, are deeply attracted, ignoring the scorching sun and stopping in the same place.

According to them, this woman lives a stable and happy life. Until that day, she heard that her husband had an accident on the construction site, and the responsibility of the whole family fell on her not so generous shoulders. She had no time to be sad, so she began to eulogize the lives of her two children. Older children are therefore more sensible than their peers, taking care of their older sister when she cries for her mother, and preparing simple food when her mother is tired ... gradually, I found me.

Peach, red, willow and green are beautiful, but beauty is silent. Although it is beautiful, it is beautiful, but the care under the scorching sun is the most beautiful. It is the most beautiful in front of you.

Under the scorching sun, the two children snuggled up in the shade of a small tree, waiting for their mother's work to end, and their faces had already been flushed by the ruthless scorching sun, but they didn't ask their mother for care, but just hugged each other tightly. Looking at my mother, facing the sunshine and paying for this family is the most beautiful scenery at the moment.

We are always looking for beautiful scenery, but we never find the most beautiful scenery in front of us.

Looking up at the sky, it is vast and pure blue, and the faint blue makes people relaxed and happy. I put all my troubles behind me, hoping to put my wings on and get close to it. White clouds are as soft as cotton candy, changing their shapes wittily, as if they were performing a grand performance. Inadvertently, I held out my hand, thinking that I had touched the sky, but my finger hit the glass heavily, and I pulled my hand back stupefied, and the curtain of memory gradually opened. When I opened the dusty photo album, a photo fell out with 74 smiling faces on it. We were innocent at that time, and the years at that time were worth remembering.

We in junior high school, like immature apples, are bitter and sweet in the green, chewed in our mouths and savored carefully, but we don't know what the sour taste is.

In junior high school, we like to cut a short hair with personality, while enjoying the coolness brought by short hair, while sighing from time to time "treat my long hair to my waist"; I like to run to a deserted place after school and suddenly shout it out, which makes me feel much more comfortable. I like to sit around a bed and chat after lights out in the dormitory, and the most taciturn children are always sent to be scouts and report as soon as there is a "situation".

In junior high school, we are not afraid of being too far away. Since I chose the distance, I only care about hardships. In junior high school, we were not afraid of being talked about. Now that you have accumulated emotions, you should express them unscrupulously. Our junior high school is not afraid of damaging our image. Since you are full of joy, you should laugh naively.

But the lush years will always pass, and three years have changed us. Seven papers scattered a group of people, diluting all the unhappiness.

Stepping into the door of high school is like stepping into another world. At this time, our hair became longer, but it was no longer cut short. Occasionally, a few hairs hang down on our foreheads and just get stuck behind our ears, so we don't care. At this time, we, a book, a window, spent an afternoon, a piece of waste paper, no longer a cartoon character, but a short sentence, showing a touch of sadness; At this time, our leisure time is not how to spend it, but how to slow down the pace of time and return to the past.

Many years later, at that time, we will be different from the past, walk through this classroom again, sit by the window and watch the wind blow off the leaves and knock on the rustling sound; Watch the rain wet the ground and splash in the puddle; Looking at their own shadows, I miss not only the leisure and happiness when I was idle at that time, but also the figure of my persistent efforts when I was overwhelmed by homework and even wanted to give up.

At that time, we will thank our efforts and our dreams. At that time, we will hate ourselves for doing nothing now and giving up our struggle.

Struggle, at least in the flower season of life, we met the most beautiful one.

The most beautiful composition 10 Know two people, one is extremely rich and the other is extremely poor. Ricky is a famous real estate manager, driving a 3 10/00000 car and likes photography. Photographic equipment is a classic of/kloc-0.00 million, and he went to Tsinghua to study for an MBA.

The poor push human tricycles. They stay in the supermarket to do odd jobs every day. At the end of the day, they can earn twenty dollars if they are good, and a few dollars if they are bad. I live in a shack to be demolished on the edge of the city, and there is a paralyzed woman at home.

They live completely different lives, but they have the same attitude towards life.

Rich people are rich, but they are also romantics. He said that money is used to earn him to show his ability. Besides, what's the use? He built many hope primary schools and took his wife to travel to Europe, unlike other rich people who were too busy to touch the ground.

When I was studying in Tsinghua, the professor said that we would know who is better to run our own business by doing an experiment. Everyone's cell phones are in the front. They must be opened. For example, they are all bosses, and their natural business is busy. Everyone's cell phone keeps ringing, but his cell phone is silent. The professor said that this man is the one who knows how to live and run his own business best. He knows how to let go and let himself have private space.

He smiled, and he said, I told my vice president that there are only two major events in the company that can call me. Once there was a fire in the company, and once there was a major accident in the company, which killed people. The rest can be handled by himself, because he has laid a good foundation in the first ten years.

He said that he planned to retire at the age of 45, and then go to various places to make films and publish them at his own expense, for nothing else, because it was a dream of his youth.

He will take his wife to live in the mountains. He said that when I was young, I thought there were immortals living on the mountain.

He doesn't think highly of Li Ka-shing, saying that he is a loser, because he is still in the first line in his seventies, so he can only say that there are no successors. He should decentralize. In that case, he will be a more successful Li Ka-shing.

It is not easy for rich people to have such a state.

And the poor are no happier than him.

Although he earns less money, when he gets home, his wife will be caring and attentive, and he will sing opera. He learned to play the erhu. After dinner, he will sing for a while. He is also very satisfied. Although he is a little poor, he can have his wife's love and favorite Beijing opera singing. His wife has never been to Beijing, so he took her with a tricycle and sang while walking. A TV station filmed them and said they were vagrants. He said with a smile, this is just for fun.

What is the difference between the happiness of the rich and the happiness of the poor? If measured by money, the difference will be great. Rich people can buy a lot of seemingly happy happiness with money, but poor people can't. If measured by spirit, it is similar. No one is more unhappy than others.

Two kinds of life, the same life, if you feel happy and have more money, it really doesn't matter. Because living a good mood is the most wonderful life.