A composition on the topic of sunshine

In study, work, and life, everyone has written compositions, and they must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. With the help of compositions, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? Below is a collection of essays on the topic of sunshine that I have collected for you. I hope it can help you. Composition 1 on the topic of sunshine

14-year-old middle school student Xiaojia feels that she has been extremely unlucky these days.

The day before yesterday, he was the last student to leave school because of the blackboard newspaper. Halfway through the blackboard report, he suddenly wanted to see how the senior students were doing and learn from it. But the classroom door has been locked. So he brought a stool from his classroom. The person stands on the stool and is taller. In this way, he could see the blackboard newspaper in the classroom through the transom on the wall.

While he was pressing his face against the glass and looking intently, the teacher on duty came over, asked him a bit suspiciously, and asked him to go home quickly.

Coincidentally, that night, the office on this floor was burglarized. All the teachers' drawers were rifled through, and even small coins were confiscated.

In this way, as the last student to leave school and behave a little strangely, he has reason to be called to the Academic Affairs Office for a talk. Although the head teacher and the teachers who were familiar with him all assured him that he was a good student with both good character and academic performance, Xiaojia, who came out of the Academic Affairs Office, still couldn't help but shed tears because there were actually classmates in the class who didn't know the truth. Looked at him carefully, including his good classmates.

What happened today is even more unlucky. Now he is crying to his mother about what happened today. On my way home from school, I passed by a bookstore specializing in review materials. After buying two books, I was about to get on my bicycle when a large cardboard box suddenly rolled down from a truck in front of me. The cardboard box was broken and the children's toys inside were scattered on the floor. When the driver of the car noticed and stopped the car, there were already people around who took advantage of the situation and slipped away. He saw that the driver was very anxious, so he helped the driver pick up the toys one by one and put them into the box. After the good deed was done, his bicycle disappeared! It was a new car that he had just bought!

"Good intentions are not rewarded! The thief is so bad! Wuwuwu..." Xiaojia said while saying While crying, more and more tears flowed.

"Why are you crying? Will the car come back? You idiot! You must learn a lesson in the future. As the saying goes, everyone sweeps the snow in front of their own door and doesn't care about the frost on other people's tiles. There is a certain truth. Mom is not I want you to be a selfish person, but the problem is that the current atmosphere is bad and people's hearts are not as old as before, so you must learn to protect yourself and stop meddling in other people's affairs, so as not to cause trouble..." Xiaojia's mother nagged her son while advising him.

"Are you raising your son to be selfish?" Xiaozhu's father walked in from the outside and heard his wife's words, jokingly.

"You still have the energy to tell a joke. The day before yesterday, your son did something good for the class and was suspected of being a thief. Today he did something good and was stolen by a thief!" Xiaojia's mother complained about her son's experience today. She angrily told her husband, and Xiaojia on the side cried even harder. "Oh, that's right, son, your luck is really bad! Dad's luck is a bit better today. You know, I went to that photography agency to pick up the photos. After picking up the photos, I felt that the weather was quite hot today on the way back. Yes, there was a man pushing two bags of watermelons on a bicycle. I picked one and it was exactly 10 yuan. I paid the price and rode about 20 meters away. Suddenly I heard something. Someone was shouting from behind. When I looked back, the watermelon seller was chasing me on his bicycle, waving at me and telling me to stop. Only then did I realize that I had mistakenly given him a hundred-yuan bill as a ten-yuan note. He, he is here to recover my 90 yuan! Son, think about it

Look, he can completely ignore this matter and pay it back, and it won’t be too late to wait for me to find him; he also completely I can ignore it because I don’t have the certificate; he can also run away immediately after finding out about it, which will not cause any disputes. But now he is chasing me all the way on a heavy car in the scorching sun. Why is he doing this? His conscience! It’s his moral character! Look, who says there are no good people in this world!”

The father patted the watermelon he just bought and then patted his son’s head. The son stopped sobbing and listened intently.

Yes, Xiaozhu’s father bought the watermelon after taking the photo, but the story about 10 yuan and 100 yuan was his fiction. His dual responsibilities as a writer and a father allowed him to weave a beautiful story. He deeply understood that at this moment, this 14-year-old boy needed sunshine in his heart. Composition 2 with the topic of sunshine

The road to life is rough and bumpy; at the same time, it is happy and happy. Life needs sunshine. Although there are wind and rain in life, no matter how cloudy the weather is, there will be sunny days. I hope that the world in which we live can have less wind and rain and more sunshine.

Life is like going through a storm. Those people who were once familiar and thought they were real people suddenly appear like the first sunshine in October, in the early morning of a certain day, in a certain light blue scene. In the sky, they suddenly disappeared. The track of their lives, the sadness and joy they once spread, turned into rain on a lonely dusk, covering everyone watching the sunset with a rumble. But life needs sunshine, and after the storm, the sun still fills the whole world.

In those days, life made me feel very tired. Faced with the urging of parents, the criticism of teachers, the incomprehension of friends, coupled with the unsatisfactory grades, it seemed that I had to spend every day with difficulty. It was the end of the world. At that time, I didn’t know when the sunshine would shine on my life and when happiness would come to me. The head teacher tells us all day long: Compared with other classmates, what have others learned? What have you learned? Others took first place, what about you? Which number is it again? We all study in the same classroom and are taught by the same teacher. Why are there such big differences? Is it because the teacher didn’t teach well, because you didn’t learn well, or is there another reason? Think about it for yourself, write a review, and ensure that the score range for the next test is within a certain range. After writing it, hand it in... I have been doing this all day long. I began to feel that I have "fallen behind", and gradually I want to stay away from this group. Since then, the courses have become more and more difficult, and there are more and more subjects. To use the words of those with extremely high IQs, that is, those with extremely high IQs, they say: You have not learned your brain cells. The math teacher was chattering in class about functional relationships, and God knows, his mind had already flown to the latest popular cartoon "Doraemon" and Guo Jingming's newly published novel in the bookstore in front of the school. Thinking about these is far better than Those incomprehensible functions and that damn geometry are so much nicer.

English words are so boring, but I can’t remember them when I look at them. Thinking of Jay’s new album, those beautiful and attractive music, I can learn it faster than anything else. Students I was telling stories about celebrities in the class, and I didn’t forget to add a sentence or a sentence as I listened. The teacher’s eyes were sharply staring at the flying handwriting on the paper, and finally ended the test with “Please parents.” .

When I got home, the world at home was about to rain. My mother looked at a piece of rolled paper full of crosses, beat me angrily, and asked me what I had been doing all day. I said go. Going to school, actually speaking of going to school, even I feel ashamed. God knows where my heart has gone. While being beaten, I was thinking: I will never dare to read novels or comics in the desk hole in math class again. To correct evil, I say this every time. Every time I think of this, a famous quote from a political teacher appears again: Those who have no ambitions often make up their minds, and those who have ambitions will never waver.

I don’t know if there will be dreams in life. Why is it that the sunshine in dreams can be so bright, but the sadness in reality is like snowflakes, floating and falling.

Life needs sunshine, but where has my sunshine gone? I don’t know, it makes me feel very melancholy. I remember a writer wrote a sentence, he said: My sunset-like sadness is like a melancholy bird, and the melancholy bird flies into my sunset-like sadness.

Life is long but life is short. When you are lost and lonely; when you are in difficulty and sad; let your soul fly! The world is full of sunshine, and you will find that you can live away from the noisy crowds, sip a cup of light boiled water alone, and taste the taste in the ordinary, and the madness, pain and sadness of being too young have already turned into people in the sun. Ordinary stories remain in the depths of our eternal memories. Composition 3 on the topic of sunshine

When the setting sun rusted on the ground, the wind stopped breathing. We came to this faded town, with some vigorous ancient pines in front and a green grassland behind.

Whose footsteps are there at the other end of the street? Whose laughter brings about a wildly growing grass? Whose voice knocked down a yellow leaf? Why are my eyes so blurry? The scenery in front of me is like running water, and I can't catch it, even if I try hard.

Our past days are like the rings of a tree, flowing outward in circles. I looked at the grass behind me. It was so green that it seemed to be flowing. I peeked at them secretly and heard them chuckling. Maybe, they preserve memories of my past. But the laughter in that place was only in the past.

Why can time take away everything around us, but cannot take us away at the same time?

The days are like a huge copy machine, copying the same content "click-click". Have a glass of milk every day with some scattered books, and look at the clouds in the sky when you are bored. Do I wonder who lives above the clouds? If so, are they happy?

One day, I seemed to suddenly wake up and break free from the mud. It turns out that the distance has not disappeared, but I have not seen it in the past. You look ahead of you and realize the road is so simple. Flowers bloom and fade, and grass and trees wither. I just move forward with all my heart, because I am only looking at my end point.

It is still that clear, with floating blue sky, and a piece of grass so green that it can drown itself. When I accidentally looked back, they all turned into a dense forest, which was regarded as my final farewell, but there was still endless vastness ahead.

Without sighing, I strode forward happily. Only then did I know what relaxation is and what relaxed happiness is. I think one day when I get to where I want to go, I may be old. He is so old that his hair is like snow; his face is like a piece of stretched kraft paper; everything about his past is hidden in a photo album. At that time, I opened the yellowed photo album with trembling hands, as if opening a dusty door. Those years passed like water, those past joys and sorrows, maybe I can no longer hold back the tears. .

When I can finally put aside everything in front of me and sit with my friends in the countryside.

Away from the hustle and bustle, my mood is so refreshing. The sky is like a bowl of clear water, and the wind tastes better than fruit juice. There is a long railway track not far away, and a train roars past with wild flowers. I love trains. I think the train is like a fairy tale. It must be very happy to be with such beautiful scenery every day. When I was a child, I imagined that the train would carry petals along the way. Where would I travel? Now I am vulgar and say that I was stupid before. Look at the sign on the train. Isn’t it going from Kaili to Guiyang and then from Guiyang back to Kaili?

None of us spoke. The rich scent of wildflowers is intoxicating. Dandelions are flying all over the sky, how wonderful dandelions are! I travel happily every day, seeing hills and rivers, trains or oxcarts, and sometimes I can see a child weaving a boat out of straw. The boat carried his dream and sailed into the distance. Dandelions are so good, Luoluo said, they are so free and have no worries. If I could, I would like to be a dandelion in my next life. I said Luoluo, you are old, he said we are all old. At least I am not the kid who used to wash his face with tears every day.

Lan said, in fact, we are all very tired, and we can never meet our parents’ expectations! I told my parents: Give up on me, I can’t fight for you. Otherwise, you can have another child who is better than me. We all have our own lives, but we can only live for others.

Later we fell silent, and then we fell asleep in the breeze.

Yellowed photo albums, dusty memories, and the past years are like tears that cannot be caught. Why do I say something to you? Why do I want to cry?

From one dream to another, savor my different worlds. My memory is like a passerby passing by. Some were in a hurry, some nodded and smiled at me, and some had tears in their eyes.

I am standing at the corner of time. Over there are dim street lights and invisible roads. Along the way, those vague impressions and feelings have become eternal in my life. Composition 4 with the topic of sunshine

Once upon a time, there were many small animals living in the forest. They live in harmony with each other, united and loving.

But once, it rained heavily at night, and thick raindrops fell from the sky, hitting the green leaves with a loud bang. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. When the little animals looked out from the cracks in the cave, the sky and the earth seemed to be hung with an extremely wide bead curtain, making it misty. It was like this for several days. The little animals wanted to go out to get some air, but the rain kept falling, and they were troubled by this.

The lion sent the hummingbird to detect where the sun was. The hummingbird came back soon and said to the lion, "Your Majesty, I Zhizi said, "Your Majesty, I know why. It is said that the sun caught a cold and it was caused by the heavy rain! "No," the puppy Wangwang stood up and said confidently: "Our monkey teacher said that the sun will not make you sick." The little cat thought deeply for a while and said to the lion: "Your Majesty, can I find a few good friends to go looking for sunshine together?" "Yes, but you have to do it as soon as possible and be careful on the way there!" "Yes, Your Majesty, I will definitely obey the order and go back quickly." ”

So, the little cat called the little spider, the giraffe, the little turtle and the chameleon, which were inseparable friends, and set off with the daily necessities they prepared.

They As we were walking, suddenly there was a long cry in the air, and a vulture rushed down. The kitten showed its sharp teeth and called "take a look" at the vulture. When the vulture saw it, it quickly ran away. Chasing the little spider. The little spider burrowed into the soil, but the vulture couldn't find it. It was so angry that the giraffe bit off the leaves from the tree and threw them into the sky. It kept throwing leaves into the sky, thinking it was something poisonous, so it didn't dare to get close to the giraffe, and instead chased the turtle. The turtle retracted its head, limbs and tail into its hard shell, and the vulture swooped into the turtle's hard shell. He pecked it away, “Oh, it hurts so much! "The vulture screamed and flew away. The little chameleon was still standing aside stupidly, so the vulture pounced on it. After all, the little chameleon was still small and couldn't run fast, so the vulture was chasing after it. Suddenly, a clump of green grass appeared in front of it, and the little chameleon quickly got into it and hid. There was no sign of the chameleon, and the vulture had no choice but to fly away dejectedly.

The next morning. Early in the morning, the little cat and her friends continued on their way. The sky was very gloomy, and the howling of wolves was heard from time to time. Suddenly, a "rustling" sound came from deep in the forest, and then a black bear walked out slowly. The little cat quickly climbed up the tree, the little spider covered himself with the canopy given by his mother, the little turtle and the chameleon repeated their old plan, and the black bear ran away without finding anything, so he had to find another food. /p>

In the evening, they set up the tent and started to sleep. One hour, two hours... A dazzling light suddenly flashed in front of the little cat's eyes. It rubbed its hazy eyes and looked towards the sky. It was already light red, then a piece of fish belly white, and finally a red sun popped out. "Ah, we found the sun!" We found the sunshine! "Its scream woke up several other friends, and everyone cheered for it.

At this time, many small animals came. It turned out that the lion asked Dr. Goat to make a magic weapon. The box that contains the sun, the bald eagle and the black bear are also fake, to test the wit and courage of the small animals.

This is the annual "Looking for Sunshine" game in the forest. It is full of thrills and challenges, but it is also a good opportunity to exercise yourself. Animal friends, let us act together, join this team, and look for that bright sunshine together. Composition 5 on the topic of sunshine

Amei, who is two years younger than me, heard that Aunt Chen was sick when she was pregnant with her. Anyway, she couldn’t hear it since she was born. She has been in poor health since she was a child. I heard that she suddenly fainted during a running class in elementary school and stopped going to school. I grew up from a small field, everyone in the town said so.

I lived with my parents-in-law, and my parents were working out of town at the time. The waterways in our Taohua Town extend in all directions, and I often go boating alone. The boat went all the way down the water, and the aroma of the flower cakes made by Aunt Chen also floated along the water alley. I put my pennant on the bow of the boat. As long as I stayed in front of the cake shop for a while, she would definitely give me some hot and fragrant flower cakes. As for me, I would hand her the peach blossom branches I had just folded in the morning and ask her to put them under the cake shop’s signboard. This was my “business” since I was a child. As for Amei, she was sitting on a wooden bench, looking at me and smiling. No child wanted to play with Amei - they thought she was troublesome. As for me, I just thought the other children were noisy, so I just took her with me to pick lotus pods and beat green dates. Uncle Chen, Amei’s father, also opened a photo studio by the water alley. When there were no customers, he would often gesture at us with his camera.

In March, I heard that a painting competition was held in the city. I don't know where Amei "heard" it from, but the news is accurate - someone from the city informed me. I like to draw. When no one else is playing, I just draw by myself. I was chased by my husband in the alley, and I always failed the test. When I was too worried, I would draw. When I was painting, Amei would often hold her cheek and watch without making any sound. My father-in-law and mother-in-law said that I painted well, but I was afraid that they would be dazzled and not take it seriously. I asked Amei and Aunt Chen, and they nodded. I happily held the painting in circles, and Amei also circled with me, giggling. But the next day I fell from a tree and broke my right arm. It's okay now, don't think about anything anymore. I heard that this competition will start in a week. I heard that this competition only happens once every few years. I heard that if you win the prize, you can become Mr. XX’s student... No matter what, I can’t catch up, and my mood is getting more and more depressed. .

Amei came to see me, and she showed her movements, which annoyed me: "It hurts! Of course it hurts! Why don't you break it and try it?" She couldn't hear her anyway, so my words became more and more annoying. The words got worse and louder, and he pushed her out of the door. I closed the door, hid in bed, and cried. Amei entered the room again and patted me on the shoulder, as if she was my sister. I pulled down the quilt and shouted to her what I wanted to say the most: I miss my parents! I shouted several times and cried uncontrollably. Three days later, when the peach blossoms in the bottle on the windowsill smiled at me, my mother came back and she hugged me. She hasn’t hugged me for a long time, and I haven’t been held by her for a long time. That day, my mother rowed a boat and took me to the south of Shiqiao. The most beautiful place in Peach Blossom Town is there. The peach blossoms are like clouds and smoke, gently, one by one. My mother and I's laughter shuttled through the peach blossom forest. But my mother has to go to work after all, and she can’t always stay with me. I can only send my mother a few photos so that she can see me every day.

We went to Uncle Chen’s photo studio together and wanted Uncle Chen to take some photos of us. Uncle Chen took out a photo album and opened it. It was full of photos of me. I punted the boat and laughed, fished in the water, climbed trees to pick peaches, and used poles to hit dates... In the light and shadow of the small town in the south of the Yangtze River, my image was extremely vivid. In the photos, there is always a girl with clean eyebrows by my side. She plays in the water when I am punting a boat, she holds a basket and looks up at me when I climb a tree, or she laughs face to face with me.

My mother took away a few of them, leaving me and Amei to sit next to each other and read them over and over again. After looking at it, I realized that Amei was with me every happy moment in my life. It turned out that I was not lonely at all. Later I learned that it was Amei who called my mother back, and the peach blossoms soaked in sunshine on the window sill were also sent by Amei.

She brings me sunshine, she is the sunshine in my life.