Waiting for composition

Writing idea: according to the requirements of the topic, find your intention quickly: wait. Then here we can write down how we waited, how we persisted in waiting, and what we gained after waiting. The journey of life will not always be smooth sailing, and it is inevitable that there will be all kinds of bumps. When we encounter these bumps, the best way to deal with them is not necessarily to play hardball. Sometimes it's possible that we just have to wait a little while, and then there will be other efforts.

Next, I will write three compositions on the topic of "waiting" for your reference! In winter, the green yew on the balcony is full of vitality, more vigorous than pine and cypress, and greener than pine trees. As soon as I see this tall and green yew, I will think of a sentence my grandfather said to me-"Don't look at them now, they will make you sit up and take notice after a while."

In spring, grandpa bought some newly sprouted yew seedlings. They are all as thick as my four fingers, but they have only a few scattered leaves. Grandpa didn't abandon them and got busy on the balcony early in the morning. He first scattered half the soil in the flowerpot, then pounded it into mud with a shovel, and then took the pigeon droppings that had already been prepared and sprinkled them evenly. At this moment, I ran over and said, "Grandpa, it's a beautiful day today. Come and play with me in the park and stop fiddling with your yew. " Grandpa touched my head and said, "son, spring is a good season for everything to grow." A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in morning, so I must make the forest red and the fields beautiful. Then Yuan went on talking to himself. I curled my lips unhappily.

When I came back from playing outside, grandpa was watering the soil mixed with pigeon droppings, and the yew seedlings were put aside alone and motionless. I began to worry, muttering in a low voice, "When can I plant good seedlings at this speed?" However, after watering, Grandpa picked up yew seedlings and walked out of the door. Seeing my puzzled face, grandpa stopped and muttered, "If we plant it now, the nutrition of pigeon manure will not decompose and the plants will not absorb it, and it will' support to death'. Just taking this opportunity to bask in the roots of yew will be more conducive to their growth! " He paused and said seriously, "Don't look at them now. After a while, they will impress you. " I don't know how many days later, grandpa finally planted those yew plants in the flowerpot. In late spring, the small buds of Taxus chinensis gradually grow into flat leaves, all of which are light green and grow gratifying. What is even more surprising is that after only a few days, the bare trunk suddenly covered with dark green leaves, giving the flowerpot a small shade.

Summer is coming, and the sun is scorching the earth. The longer the yew grows, the stronger it will be, and it will gladly accept the baptism of the sun. When the autumn wind blows, other trees take off their green clothes and put on yellow clothes, but yew is still full of vitality and has no dead leaves. They are singing in the autumn wind. In winter, everything withers, yew is not as lush as summer, but it is still full of vitality, and neighbors come to our house to watch and admire it.

Seeing the rare green in this winter, I can't help but think of grandpa's dribs and drabs in the process of cultivating yew and the long wait in spring. I think: nothing beautiful will come so easily. This is not an empty and long wait, but a preparation ready to go.

Waiting for composition 2 I expect loquat to reflect yellow and pomegranate to send fragrance, so the wind that just started blowing always gives me the illusion that it is summer now. The loquat tree bears green loquat fruit, the pomegranate tree is full of red pomegranate flowers, and the leaves on the tree sing softly in the rushing wind, waiting for the arrival of summer.

Is summer coming soon? I've been looking forward to such spring flowers. I will set an alarm clock, step on the brightest sunshine in the morning and go to see the blooming Chinese rose in the garden on time. I will use my most sincere mood to appreciate the gorgeous face of Louis XIV rose in the morning light, but it is already bursting with cold.

Maybe I am a person who is used to waiting. Waiting can always hold my breath. I feel the peace of spring coming and going again and again. It's "drinking the east wind, sharing the wind and frost", savoring the rudeness of coming and going in a hurry in summer, it's "the wind sends me lotus fragrance, and the bamboo leaves show a song", peeping at the rush of coming and going in autumn without a trace, it's "the autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cool, and the vegetation shakes the frost", enjoying the winter.

Loquat will eventually turn yellow, pomegranate fruit will also send fragrance, and the wind in early summer will surely come as scheduled. Perhaps between the tossing and turning between coming and going, it is not flowers or scenery, but the calmness and patience of waiting.

Look, the Gesang flowers on the other side have blossomed into rhymes. You might as well calm down and wait for the summer solstice and breeze.

Waiting for composition 3 Waiting is a short darkness before dawn. Silkworms cocoon themselves, waiting for their wings to fly when they break out of the cocoon. Epiphyllum has been waiting for a long time, just to show the instantaneous experience in the lonely midnight.

Waiting is an infinite yearning. On the lonely "Wang Mi Stone", the traces carved by the years bear witness to the eternal and profound thoughts. Waiting is an infinite yearning. The rocks petrified and the sea dried up. That long-standing yearning has become an unshakable and precious belief. A woman "thinner than a yellow flower" stood in the cool wind waiting for the return of people from afar. The long and painful waiting gave birth to "a kind of acacia", which haunted and eroded her heart. She wrote her profound thoughts into moving poems and sang them. I don't know how long this endless yearning will last.

Waiting is a natural and unrestrained manner, a calm temperament. On the bank of Weihe River, Jiang Taigong, who was calm, went fishing, intending to wait for an opportunity, and then assisted Wen Wang in conquering Shang and Zhou Dynasties. With a passion, he finally achieved something great; Longzhong's plan to live in seclusion for farming is to wait for the wise Lord and help him divide the world into three parts, levy Wei and cut Wu, and "establish a career." His loyalty can be learned by the world and won the reputation of "everyone is equal in a thousand years" for future generations.

Waiting is still wisdom. Gou Jian, who was willing to be a slave and silently waited for the opportunity to make a comeback, eventually became a generation hegemon. Shi Tiesheng, whose legs are disabled, silently waited for the day of "death" after realizing that "death is something that does not need to be done in a hurry". He no longer values life and death, so the waiting process becomes full and beautiful. His waiting awakened his determination to survive and his will to persist in writing, so beautiful articles spread and touching stories were born.

Perhaps, a person's life is originally a waiting process. Waiting with purpose and value will make life more exciting.