Ten compositions with perfect scores in college entrance examination: taking "home" as the topic

# College Entrance Examination # Introduction People are sentient creatures. No one wants to be lonely, but they always want to be cared for and loved, especially when they need affection. Because affection is the first emotion, some people can live happily without love and friendship. The following is the content of family composition, welcome to read.

Full score composition on "emotion" in college entrance examination

Affection, like a cup of hot milk, is held in the palm of your hand, so that it can drive away the cold loneliness with mellow warmth in the cold night. "Go home often", when it is a song, is popular all over the country, when it is a law, proclaiming the awakening of social consciousness.

A person, like a tree, magically comes to the world with a trace of inexplicably, and then takes root, sprouts, blossoms and bears fruit. However, people are different from trees. People will wander and trees will take root forever. Yes, when we grow up, we will all wander far away, taking off from the nest like winged birds. But our roots, like trees, are deeply rooted in the land our parents gave us. We shed their blood and breathe their breath. We are works of art built by our parents with love. However, when we flew away and left the nest, the emptiness was left to them mercilessly. We gained life and experienced growth. Can we leave them an empty nest?

In the face of family and work, many people will not hesitate to choose the latter, because the family can wait, but the chance of success is fleeting. As the saying goes, "A good man is ambitious in all directions"? However, "the tree wants to be quiet and the wind will not stop, and the son wants to raise it without kissing it." Do you only know how to cherish your family if you lose it? I remember Mr Ji Xianlin's neglect of his mother in Song of Eternal Sorrow, which left a deep impression on me. His words were touching and thought-provoking. Although the morning is silky black and the night turns into snow, how many "waits" are there in life? Our life is very long, but can the people who gave us this life only stand behind us with white hair and look at our distant back? Of course not. Their efforts are enough for the warmth we give them. Hold the affection in the palm of your hand, warm it with your heart, and let it become a warm current, flowing between children and parents.

The Law on the Aged stipulates that children should "visit home often", which makes our society more humane. In today's materialistic world, many people only look at "money", get used to their feelings and are indifferent to their hearts. In fact, after many people are rich in material things, why not feel that they have nothing! Because in the process of pursuing fame and profit, he has been far away from the warm crowd. "Always look at the same home", today's society has set up a warm reminder card for us to remind us that even if we are far away, we should not forget the existence of home and the eager waiting of our parents. We should applaud such a hint.

Hold your family in your palm. When you are afraid and helpless about the broad future, feel its warmth. When the familiar warm current flows through your heart, it is the encouragement of parents' smiles!

The second part of the composition on the topic of "family" in the college entrance examination

I have always been dissatisfied with that photo. That's a portrait of my grandfather, and everyone in my family says it's good. Later, I made a porcelain print based on that photo, but it was far from my grandfather's memory.

I was raised by my grandparents. I have been with them for eight years, and my memory is like a rock. The two old people have long since left me, but their eyes are always blurred with grandpa's faltering steps, and their ears are echoed with grandma's crying. When will Yonghong come back?

Although I can't read my inner memory, I have always treasured that photo. Later, the first thing I did after learning photography was to remake and enlarge the photos, which are still hanging in the study. This is a picture of my grandfather in my memory.

Several years have passed, and the camera is in hand. From film to digital, technology has changed everything. The movies and photo albums piled up in the corner of the room are far less rich than those carried by the 4T hard disk on the desk, but the memories of the former are richer.

So, I often wonder: What did we miss?

From film to digital, technology has not only changed the way of photography, but also changed the way of life. A mobile phone takes care of everything, taking photos, surfing the Internet, shopping, and paying fines ... Inadvertently, a newspaper in hand slipped on the subway; Airport passengers have few books in their hands; I am very happy that this dish can be sent to a circle of friends for dinner with friends and relatives.

Technology is the product of the development of the times. 19 12, when Lartigue's father gave him a small camera, it was very rare and trendy. From then on, he photographed the affection of his upper class. In that turbulent era, his behavior was as ordinary or even mediocre as walking with his head down. Decades later, these photos became the memory of the whole French society and entered the new york Museum of Modern Art..

Having said that, I feel that the proposition of "film age and digital technology age" is actually a false proposition. The latest scientific and technological inventions have indeed replaced the old technology, perhaps a lot of beautiful things, but these things, or antiques, or new technologies, will always be just a tool. It is the key whether the owner of the tool or the person grasps the tool. Or, this is what the proposition refers to.

So quietly ask yourself, what can I do?

In the face of the rapidly changing economy and society, are we too far-sighted to take care of the health of our parents and the needs of our loved ones?

The day before yesterday, the third brother in his hometown of Jiangxi turned on the video chat function of his mobile phone. This is the first time his parents have used it. His mother saw me in the photo and said excitedly, "I see you, and you haven't shaved your beard clean yet." Did you see me? " In the camera, parents are full of joy, and the blooming smile can't help flowing.

I haven't been home for a while. I think I have to go back. By the way, dad always said he wanted grandpa's photo, but he didn't have it at home, so he wanted it back this time.

Full score composition on "Emotion" in college entrance examination (3)

Grandma's orders

"Don't panic during the exam! Don't eat fried food, don't drink raw water, don't run around, don't catch a cold, don't ... "Grandma told me over and over again, sometimes feeling redundant and shivering. But from grandma's affectionate eyes, I know that grandma's instructions to me are another expression of my love. Grandma, you must be worried about me! Don't worry, with your love, my granddaughter will succeed.

Dad's greetings

Take care of yourself, fat boy. Don't worry. How much you can get in the exam is your grade. Dad believes in you and supports you. Buy more nutrition. Don't be afraid to spend money. Dad has plenty of strength, and daughter spends money. I am very happy. Drink more milk. Dad is talking and laughing on his mobile phone. But I know, in fact, he is also very worried about me, just trying to eliminate my nervousness! Dad earns money by strength, but sends me so much money. I think dad must tighten his belt this month. I almost cried when I wrote this.

Sister's suggestion

"Kid sister, during the exam, pay more attention, get points, don't let go, be careful! ……"。 Because my sister was a little incoherent when she was about to enter the examination room, I looked back at her in the tide of candidates, and the burning sun made her sweat. I quickly turned around for fear that my sister would see my tearful eyes.

Friend, cherish what you have. When you lose it, you won't know its preciousness, and then you will know its preciousness. Is it too late? Affection is like tea, with endless aftertaste. We should cherish it and make it forever and ever. ...

The topic of "family" in the college entrance examination is the fourth out of the composition

Father's hand, even if it is teaching children, will give them warmth.

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I have always had a natural fear of my father since I can remember. To tell the truth, my father is not tall, with a height of 1.7 meters, a slightly fat waist, a slightly bulging belly and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looks like a learned man and should be gentle. Who knows that in my heart, he is like a village man in the mountains, a little arrogant.

Especially his hands, although not calluses like martial arts practitioners, are also amazing. His hands are thick and big, his fingers are extremely thick, and his fingers are as thick as bricks. When his brick palm waved at me, I suddenly felt that I was a monkey, and I was about to be crushed by Wuzhishan.

In fact, I only had close contact with my father's palm three times, the first time was my hand, the second time was my face and the third time was my head.

I remember when I was eight years old, when I was an urchin and willful. At that time, I fell in love with a set of cartoons. After several unsuccessful requests, I took risks-stealing, about thirty dollars. Of course, I was obviously not skilled at that time-of course, I didn't steal it later. When I reached into my father's wallet, I suddenly felt panting at the back of my neck. I looked back and saw that a black-faced man was iron. On the same day, when my father's "brick hand" forcibly photographed my palm for the first time, I still cried unwillingly because it was too painful!

Since then, my fear of my father has intensified day by day, and I have a little resentment in my heart. My father hit me for the second time after I was caught playing truant at the age of fifteen. When he slammed his hand in my face, I finally made up my mind-when I grow up, I will never let my father hit me!

At the age of 16 or 17, my height has mushroomed, and there is really a trend of "pushing five mountains and hiding sincerity". At seventeen, when I stood with my father, I was a head taller than him.

Finally, after making another mistake, father raised his hand again. I thought to myself, if he waved, I must have the strength to stop his hand. There is a crimson nail print on his big hand. I clearly saw that when I was listening to the teacher reprimand me, my father thrust his thumb into his index finger. Father's broad palm finally fell, but this time it didn't seem so powerful. I only touched my head lightly, and my eyes were complicated. I don't know how many emotions there are, including expectation, anger and maybe disappointment.

I was startled. I didn't expect my father to do such a move. I thought over and over again that when I had the strength to grab his hand and wave it at me, I would laugh proudly, laugh wildly and look at him without fear. But I didn't expect that my father just touched my head with his hand and left me with such a complicated expression.

My father turned away, leaving me with a back. My father has a hunchback, but he is fat. I don't know why, but my eyes are a little moist. Thinking of my father's hand is not only a weapon to punish me, but also a warm sun.

Recalling a fragment of life, thinking of my father's hand getting up at six o'clock every morning to prepare breakfast; Think of dad's hand driving in the school study room at eleven o'clock every night. Think of those hands that help me apply medicine; Think of the hand that touched my head-my father's hand.

I suddenly shouted at my father's back: "Dad, I'll try!" " "Father's figure suddenly appeared. Finally, he slowly raised his hand! Like the sun!

Full score composition on "emotion" in college entrance examination

The sunshine in the morning is particularly bright and bright, illuminating the earth. Birds are singing in the branches, and the fresh air is refreshing.

"These apples were just bought yesterday. Please take more pictures. Also, take these clothes. It's cold, keep warm. " It's time to go back to school again My mother stuffed some snacks and clothes into my backpack during the conversation.

"Mom, I can't pack my back!" I complained discontentedly.

"Well, that's it. Let's go, or we'll be late. " While urging, my mother picked up my backpack and sent me to the door.

With a bitter face, I picked up my bulging bag and walked away. Alas! Every time I go to school, my parents urge me to go to school.

"Qingqing, get on the bus! Dad will take you to school. " Inside the window, my father greeted me with a smile.

"Dad, no, I just go by myself. I'm too old. If you are sent to school, I should be laughed at by my classmates. " I muttered to myself. But in the end, I couldn't beat my father and had to get on the bus.

It's morning, and there are many pedestrians coming and going in a hurry along the way. Looking at the rows of backward buildings, I opened the window and breathed in the wind, and my mood was suddenly relaxed.

Blink of an eye, I arrived at the school gate, and I quickly got off the bus. I turned and walked to school, because I was afraid of being seen by my classmates, otherwise they would call me effeminate again.

Only a few steps forward was stopped by a loving voice. "Qingqing, have you brought everything? Be careful in class at school, don't make trouble with your classmates, drink plenty of water and exercise at ordinary times, and don't read for a long time ... "

I stopped, turned around and saw my father standing beside the car, chattering.

"Well, I see," I replied impatiently.

Watching my father get on the bus, at the moment when he turned around, a few strands of white hair on my father's head caught my eye. Suddenly a few words flashed through my mind: Dad is old? ! !

My eyes blurred when I watched my father's car go away.

My parents worked hard day and night for me and cared about me in every way. Take care of me. I'm still tired of it. It's really wrong

Affection warms my heart.

The sun is still shining, and I slowly walked into the campus.

Full score composition on "emotion" in college entrance examination

On the most helpless road of life, family is the most lasting motivation, giving us selfless help and dependence; On the most lonely emotional road, family members are the most sincere companions, which makes us feel incomparable warmth and comfort; At the most helpless crossroads, affection is the clearest road sign, guiding us to reach our goal smoothly.

Simply put, affection is just a small nest built by several branches. But I'm young, and I can jump into it at once. There is a bowl of water in it, which is cool and sweet, nourishing my thirsty soul. There is a bulging bag, full of fragrance, full of my endless desires; There is a bed inside, soft and warm, soothing my inexplicable sadness; There is also a potted flower, a painting, a poem, decorated with some reminders and embedded with some entrustment. ...

Emotion is a guitar that is carried obliquely. The deeper you love, the more you can touch your heartstrings. Family is a vine, no matter where you are, it always holds your hand tightly; Affection is a bunch of keys hanging around the neck, opening the melancholy doors and windows. Love, between the eyebrows, in a shallow smile, in my lyric ditty.

Affection is rain, which takes away irritability and leaves coolness; Family is the wind, blowing away sadness and leaving happiness; Family is the sun, which takes away darkness and leaves light. Affection is the greatest, no matter you are happy, depressed, painful or hesitant, it will always walk gently on your road and accompany you quietly for a lifetime.

There is no "White-headed Life and Death", but it also makes the "sunset speechless"; There is no "we want two birds to fly in the sky with one wing and grow together on the ground, two branches of a tree." Vows of eternal love, but it is also "everlasting, everlasting; The two will end one day and will be connected by blood forever "; There is no saying that "the body is like a willow in front of the door, and the branches and leaves are inseparable", but there is a silent wish that "people may live together for a long time" ... The falling snowflake can't take away the solidified memory, it will cross the dignity of time and space and enter the age of not getting old, waiting silently like a bud, reluctant to part with the sunset, and reflecting two words in the depths of the soul.

Family is a tree, everyone is its root, let it absorb nutrition and stay young forever; Family is a river, and everyone is its tributary, so that it will never dry up and surge forward; Family is a fire, and everyone is its firewood, so that it will never go out and warm the four sides.

Affection is like water, which makes complex things pure after filtering; Affection is like fire, which makes plain look sharp and angular through calcination; Affection is poetry, which makes boredom reach an artistic conception after modification. Family, the eternal power of life.

The topic of "affection" in the college entrance examination is the seventh part of the composition.

Affection is an oasis in the desert, which is dazzling at first sight; Family is the North Star in the dark, and a slight rise will guide us to take a step; Family is a harbor in the voyage, where you can stop for a while, heal your wounds and set sail again. ...

Affection is selfless, great and unforgettable. —— Inscription That winter night, my mother was on the night shift, and I was waiting for my mother to pick me up at my grandmother's house. Outside the window is a dark day, snow and fierce cold wind. I am eager for my mother to get off work early. "Ding-dong ..." The doorbell rang, and I immediately rushed out and threw myself into my mother's arms. Mother said, "What's the hurry? Get dressed first. It's cold outside. " "hmm." I got dressed and ran into the car. The heavy snow didn't subside, and I was shivering with cold. My mother felt my abnormality and took off her cotton gloves and put them on me. She said softly, "Hold on a little longer, and we will be home soon." The warmth of gloves flooded into my heart, and I leaned my head back and fell asleep in a trance. "home." I jumped out of the car and ran upstairs, waiting for my mother to open the door.

Mother's hands, red with cold, struggled in her pockets. In an instant, a warm current surged in the body. I quickly took off my gloves and carefully put my mother's cold hands into cotton gloves. My mother didn't speak, but looked at me with relief, as if to say silently: I would rather be cold than let the children be cold. Her hands were red with cold, and the blood vessels in her hands were clearly visible. I quickly grabbed the key from my mother, but my mother grabbed it back and opened the door carefully.

The door opened and my mother motioned for me to go in. I was lying in bed, watching the heavy snow outside the window, and fell asleep in a daze. What is affection? Emotion is not a great topic, nor is it an earth-shattering event. Affection is contained in the dribs and drabs of life, in the ordinary world, around everyone. If you look closely, you will find that affection is everywhere. Family is great because of life; Life is wonderful because of family!

Full score composition on "emotion" in college entrance examination

Grandpa is a simple farmer. He has been in contact with loess all his life and has always been friends with cattle. He is rustic and sweaty.

However, I love my grandfather. Every time I visit her in my hometown, I can always see him squatting at the door smoking marijuana. I love him beyond words, and I can only call him "Grandpa" deeply. I still remember that summer vacation, I went back to my hometown, and when I entered the door, my grandfather looked at my award and smoked a cigarette pot happily. Although I wanted to remind him that there was no fire in the ashtray, I smiled helplessly and gave up the idea when I saw that he was still smoking. Watching him put down his certificate, he said, "You, what else do you need in your study? Tell me and I will try my best to satisfy you." I'm a little worried when I hear that. "Grandpa, there is nothing wrong with me. There are too many stationery in my house to hold. " I am telling the truth. I always forget to bring my pencil case. I never go to school to buy new ones. Looking at grandpa didn't speak, a person slowly left.

The next day, Grandpa made a special trip to the county seat and bought me two pens. As soon as I got home, I was asked to try writing. The rough hand gently put the pen in mine. My eyes are wet. I know this money is not easy for my grandfather. Looking at grandpa's simple and honest face, my mouth moved twice and I didn't spit out a word for a long time.

Grandpa understood my idea, took out the cigarette pan, and "yum" a few times, saying, "No, I still have the money! Work hard and study hard! " I nodded, and a large number of grandfathers looked at his patched clothes, and I felt an unspeakable discomfort in my heart.

When I left, grandpa looked at me as if he had a lot to say to me, but after waiting for a long time, she just stuffed an apple from my hand and said, "Come and play next time." Watch me get on the bus, turn around and leave. Listening to the sound of the engine and looking at Grandpa's distant back through the confused window, I was jealous again. Looking at the warm apple in my hand, I am very moved, but more happy: I am a happy child, and I grew up in love. Grandpa will always be the best memory of my life.

Memories are like wine, stored for a long time, just like a wonderful fermentation, which makes it more mellow and delicious. Smokers, pens, apples ... too many homesickness haunts my heart. How can I express this affection?

Full score composition on "emotion" in college entrance examination

Born with affection, warmth and care. When you are sad, someone will say to you, "Happiness is a day, and unhappiness is also a day. Why not spend every day happily? " . When you are complacent, someone will say to you, "Learning is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. Modesty makes people progress, and pride makes people lag behind." When you fail and are frustrated, someone will say to you, "Without a hundred failures, there will be no 101st success". when you ...

Do you remember? Once, I accidentally lost my friendship. I have been depressed and silent for several days, and almost lost myself. Only when I sleep at night, I will quietly leave a few painful and sad tears on the bed. Although you didn't find it, you have guessed the secret in my heart. He told me many great stories, which made me happy every day. I know I should do this. Don't let your white replace black.

Do you remember? When I was in grade one, whenever I confidently showed you my excellent grades and certificates, your satisfied smile came to my mind. That's why I asked you for this and that. You have to buy me a coat with the money you were going to buy yourself shoes. I think everything you did was right. The second time, my test scores dropped, but you still encouraged me that "opportunities are equal for everyone", but that satisfied smile was gone. At this time, I know I should do that. Don't let your tears replace your smile.

Do you remember? When I was in fourth grade, my handwriting was crooked. The teacher asked me to practice my handwriting many times, but I didn't agree. I didn't expect you to let me write on Xiao Mu's desk in the yard at noon. The hot sun is merciless, and the sweat and tears like soybeans are left on my cheeks. I know your heart is crying too. After a period of time, my handwriting is gradually written, which is really "everything comes to him who waits". Let me know that strictness is also a kind of love. You said to me, "Don't back down in the face of difficulties, or success will never belong to you". I know I should do this. Don't let your pallor take the place of ruddy.

Yes, this person is mother, and mother may be your compass when you get lost; Mother may be an oasis you are eager to find in the desert; Mother may be an umbrella above your head in the rain; Mother may be ...

Now, when I grow up, you give me warmth and love. I want to say "I love you, Mom".

Full score composition on the topic of "family" in college entrance examination

Silent wind, blowing green the earth; Love, silence, moistens the soul. I used to think that my father was a slow person. I was accompanied by my mother when I was a child, and it was my father who picked up the kite. It was my mother who learned to ride a bike to help me fall, and it was my father who stood by and shouted to let me get up and continue. When I was a child, I was in trouble. It was my father who hit me and my mother who gave me the medicine. It was my mother who blew out the candles with me at the birthday party.

It is my father who blows balloons for me. Finger infection, holding me to the hospital to get a broken nail, trembling slightly, repeatedly told me that my mother was not afraid, but my father hugged me tightly without saying a word. ..... because my father couldn't express his feelings, or ... from that incident, I realized my father's love. My father is a good cook, but he is not a cook, so he can only show off his cooking at home, but he doesn't cook dinner. Only when there are guests at home or have a midnight snack can he taste his cooking. On that day, the date of the mid-term exam was getting closer and closer. There was also a lot of homework that day. If I finish my school homework and have a lot of review papers, I will keep doing a mountain of homework on my desk, and the clock has pointed to 10.

At this point, I was sleepy and tired, my fingers were numb, and my arms could hardly be lifted. My head is dull, my eyelids are sour and astringent, my eyes are blurred, and my words look like twisted bugs. I yawned. I wish I could have a good sleep! Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in front of my eyes. I turned and saw that it was my father. He carried a bowl of steaming wonton, and an attractive smell came to the nose. Dad said with concern, "Tired, have a rest and eat a bowl of wonton." I'm really hungry after doing my homework for so long. I took the bowl and began to eat at once. My father stood by and looked at me with a smile on his face, satisfied and gratified. I looked at the wonton in the bowl. They are like lilies, with seaweed and shredded eggs floating on the delicious soup, which my father made specially for me!

If the mother is compared to a blooming lily, which exudes its charming fragrance in every corner, then the father's love is a jasmine flower, which silently spits out its fresh fragrance in a corner! Only the greatness of maternal love has been praised, but who knows the moral of fatherly love!