Meteor's composition

In study, work, and life, everyone has tried to write a composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words through human thought consideration and language organization. So how to write a good composition? Below is the composition of Meteor that I compiled. You are welcome to read it. I hope you all like it. Composition 1 of Meteor

That summer night, on the rooftop of my uncle’s house, my former friends chatted about the past together.

That night, the night sky was exceptionally bright. The bright stars twinkled brightly in the sky. Under the starry sky, the friends talked and laughed, as if they were communicating with the stars in the sky. "There are meteors tonight, do we have to wait?" a friend's voice sounded. "Wait." We said in unison, meeting on the rooftop to watch the meteor shower fly by.

That night, time passed so slowly. We seemed to have been waiting for a long time. Everyone was very tired and sleepy, but no one said they wanted to leave. Everyone was sitting on the rooftop chatting, waiting for the time to come. And I looked up at the sky blankly, feeling an extraordinary sense of comfort. Similarly, I am also waiting for the arrival of the meteor and the arrival of time. My neck was tired, so I lowered my head and looked at the time.

"Ah, shooting star." Everyone was in a state of surprise and joy. However, when I looked up at the night sky, I only saw the tails of meteors, and I couldn't help but feel a pity. In the end, I still raised my head obediently, waiting for the meteor to arrive again. Sure enough, not long after, another meteor flew across the sky. When I wanted to reach out and make a wish, the shooting star disappeared.

I know that it will not wait for me, nor will it wait for me to make a wish before leaving, nor will it wait for me to cherish it. It is so fleeting, its existence is only for a moment, and the time it exists is so short that I feel a little panicked. Looking at it, I suddenly learned to cherish, cherish all fleeting beauty, cherish all rare things, and suddenly felt comfortable.

Meteors streak across the sky, and I know how to cherish them. Composition 2 of Meteor

When I was a child, I heard children say that meteors are very beautiful. I asked curiously: "What is a meteor?" My friends told me one after another: < /p>

"It is like a star, shining brightly"

"It is like a firework, disappearing only in a short time"

"It is like Harry From then on, the shooting star was in my mind. I only had a vague impression that it was an occasional bright spot in the sky at night. It wasn’t until that night that I truly realized how irresistible the charm of meteors is.

Rainbows are the angels of the day, and shooting stars are the spirits of the night.

Ever since I can remember, I stood on the ridge of the dam in front of my house, quietly counting the stars in the sky, "One by one." , two, three..." Just like that, a popular drop came quietly, and a bright spot poured down from the top of my head at lightning speed. My friends were a little surprised. He shouted "Meteor, make a wish quickly", and then he clasped his hands and put them on his chest, lowered his head with a serious face, and muttered something. I was dumbfounded. When I came back to my senses, this popular performance The curtain has ended. Look at the moment when the meteor shower blooms in the night, how gorgeous and stunning it is. Look at the gorgeous, fleeting beauty all over the sky. It is really difficult to describe in words. I can't help but admire the skillful craftsman of nature. A superb and mysterious magician, he not only generously contributed endless resources, but also brought us a visual shock.

The day after tomorrow, the Perseid meteor shower was a super feast, one hour. You can enjoy dozens of beautiful yellow-green shooting stars. This time I will not miss the opportunity to make a wish on the shooting stars. Let's wait for a gorgeous dance of falling stars.

Meteors are short-lived, but they are beautiful in the moment they pass by. Meteor showers are also short-lived, but the memories left to us are eternal.

——Inscription

I am a girl who loves memories. I often look through old things to reminisce about in my free time, especially photos, which always bring back long-lasting memories.

My photo album. There is a photo of the world's limited edition. Although it has turned yellow, the image is still clear.

I clearly remember that it was a golden afternoon, and Yi and I were sitting on the playground as usual. On a piece of grass, we were lying on top of each other, chatting. A "pop" sound captured this meteor-like moment on this cardboard card. Under the blue sky, there were two unknown flowers blooming. The sky is high and the girls are playing and joking, and the flowers are dancing and making clear shadows.

Fashion is beautiful, but it is also short-lived.

I am no longer the same person. Of me, she is not what she used to be. As we grow up together, there will be an illusion that nothing has changed. Until one day, when we say goodbye, we realize that we have been deceiving ourselves.

I didn't understand it when I was a child, so I thought I would suddenly grow up. In fact, everything in this world accumulates slowly, nothing is sudden, and nothing is sudden.

I don’t blame time for deceiving us. In fact, we deceived ourselves.

The car left.

I don’t like tears, but tears like me so much.

I carefully put the photo back on the last page of my album, and Xu Xu murmured: Keep smiling, cherish the people around you, and then let yourself live happily.

Time has not passed, it has become a memory. Those who have walked along the way are like the wind with a warm breath in summer, appearing from time to time and disappearing suddenly, leaving behind the moisture in the corners of the eyes and strong longing.

Those old days passed by in a hurry, carrying my young and mottled heart across the horizon of life and death. In the airtight moments between life and life, there is always a feeling that makes people burst into tears. Composition 4 of Meteor

Among the moon and stars, the long river of time will discolor some memories, but there are always some that are unforgettable.

—Inscription

Meteors are short-lived, but at the moment they cross the sky, fashion is also eternal, and fashion is also short-lived, but the memory left to me is beautiful. . I am a girl who loves to reminisce, and I often look through old things to reminisce about them, especially Zeng Jin’s photos, which bring back my faint memories.

My photo album contains global limited edition photos. Although they have turned yellow, the images still remind me of the time when two good girls were cuddling together and laughing so happily.

I still remember clearly that unforgettable afternoon, you and I walked hand in hand on the campus playground. Under the blue sky, colorful wild flowers bloomed, and we stood holding our hearts under the white clouds. The dreamy girl is playing and joking, dancing and clearing her shadow against the green grass and the fragrance of wild flowers.

Time passes quickly. She is no longer the person she used to be, and I am still the person I used to be. As we slowly get along with each other, there will be the illusion that nothing has changed. It wasn't until one day when he held someone else's hand and passed me by that I realized that I had been deceiving myself. I had never understood it before, so I thought I had suddenly grown up. In fact, everything in this world is accumulated slowly, just like friendship.

I don’t like tears, but tears like me very much.

Time has not passed, but she has become a past event. The past that we walked along is like a warm breath in summer; it suddenly appears; and disappears from time to time, leaving behind the corners of the eyes. Moisture and rich longing.

Remember what should be remembered and forget what should be forgotten. Happiness lies in having things that are valuable to tourists. In the journey of life, we are just ordinary people. Ordinary people have a peaceful heart and a sense of purpose. The desire for friendship is not luxurious or excessive, but it makes this short life full of joy.

Those meteor-like hours dragged my young heart across the horizon of life and death. In the time when the world and life are airtight, there is always a feeling that makes people cry. Flow all over face.

In the years of growing up, being left behind, let down, and hurt is too good to grow out of. This is the ups and downs that everyone will experience, and I am happy to have you with me on this journey. Composition 5 of Meteor

The door was ajar, and there were sighs coming from the living room. Needless to say, it must be my father who is worried about my study.

I don’t know since when, the conversation between my father and I seems to have only been about studying. He probably cares about my academic performance far more than he cares about me! Maybe the door called love in his heart is also closed, because the so-called generation gap blocks everything. Thinking of this, I feel like a grass with no one caring about me.

Laughing at myself, I leaned back under the desk lamp and continued to write furiously. Suddenly, my leg started to hurt again. It was an accidental fall from upstairs not long ago, and I never recovered.

I was thinking about whether to call him, but a moan called him. He was usually slow to do anything, but today he opened the door quickly, his brows furrowed, showing care. The look in his eyes said, "I'll take you to the hospital!" He said and picked me up and walked towards the hospital.

I haven’t laid on my father’s back quietly like this for a long time. It was only then that I realized how thin his back was, and the protruding spine hurt me. In my memory, my father’s back was the broadest and thickest in the world. When I was a child, I was always so naughty, grabbing his back and refusing to come down, but he just patted my little back lovingly and walked steadily.

When did my dad have so many silver strands hidden in his hair? Each one was so eye-catching that it stung my eyes. Aging came so fast and I inadvertently entangled my dad. I She hugged his neck tightly, feeling worried about his aging at this moment, afraid that his back would become thinner day by day.

Suddenly, I found myself very happy. At this moment, I deeply felt my father’s meticulous care for me.

Memories came flooding back: he took the trouble to explain difficult problems to me under the light, he considerately covered me with the kicked-off quilt at night, and he quietly stayed by my bedside when I was sick. Beside the bed...

I think this is the touch I want.

Father's love is like a door. When I stood outside the door, I thought it was cold and heartless. When I walked in, I found that the inside was as gorgeous as a meteor streaking across the sky, and as beautiful as a mandala blooming. Meteor's Composition 6

The carriage was covered with snow-white silk, exuding a hint of coolness, as cold as moonlight. A girl is sitting in the car. The long black hair is straight down the waist, and the skin is snow-white, oh, no, it should be called pale. Her eyes were a clear but dark light purple, and her white dress made her look colder and more elegant. The corners of her lips were raised mysteriously, but also showed an out-of-place sadness. The slender fingers were crossed, as if praying for something. The dripping moonlight illuminated her long eyelashes, making her look even more dreamy.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped. The girl opened the curtain gracefully and leaned out lightly. "How... is this possible? Your Majesty the Moon God... has you finally woken up?" The girl looked at the night sky, folded her hands, and closed her eyes.

Suddenly, the girl opened her eyes sharply and waved her hand: "Stupid light believer, stop trying to destroy the Dark Moon Empire!"

"Oh, really? "With a soft whisper, a handsome young man walked out. The handsome face was full of disdain: "Hand it over quickly, Her Royal Highness, the most prestigious Queen of the Dark Moon Empire." The girl raised her eyes and looked at the person opposite. Once upon a time, he had cared for her like a treasure, but at some point, the gentleness of the smile was no longer in his eyes, only power and desire remained.

"Dream, our Dark Moon Empire will never surrender to the enemy!" The girl turned her back, and every word came out of her mouth with great difficulty. She turned her back and looked at the night sky, tears streaming down her face bit by bit.

In the memories of the past, the sad pain and warm smiles gradually fade away, leaving only a little bit of sadness, like a shooting star in summer. Composition 7 of Meteor

Students, if there is such a summer vacation - that day is blue; the clouds are white; the water is blue; the mountains are green... If these are not enough to make you want it If you are tempted, then please listen to me and continue. During this summer vacation, teachers will not assign any homework, and parents will not nag you. Will you cheer for it? The answer is yes! So what are you going to do with this summer vacation? Let’s hear my answer first!

If I were given a summer vacation like this, I would go to my grandparents’ house to spend time with these two old people who have worked hard all their lives. Yes, in fact, the elderly and children have essentially the same thing, because both the elderly and children hope to have someone to accompany them, talk to them, tell stories... When I was a child, my grandparents were the ones who They always take care of me in every possible way, from raising children to going to school and studying, to eating, drinking and having diarrhea. But now that I am older and my grandparents are older, is it time for the roles to be reversed and for me to take care of them? Although I am not very careful in my work, I have to do my best when facing these two old people, because - in everyone's impression, who gave you warmth and care when you were a child? The answer is always the same, "Mom"! And my answer is grandparents. My family is not rich, so my birth brought more burdens to the family. So, when I was still very young, my parents went out to work. My grandparents took care of me since I was a child, and I formed a very deep relationship with them. When I am sick, they are the ones who protect me; when I am frustrated, they are the ones who comfort and encourage me; when I am happy, they are the ones who laugh with me...

Respect the Elderly Caring for children is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. As a descendant of Yan and Huang, I should certainly carry forward this fine tradition.

I pray silently in my heart for the coming of this summer vacation. No one knows, only Old Man Ye, the messenger of love, lets Meteor send me blessings... Composition of Meteor 8

What wish will you make when the shooting star falls? Why does the beauty of the moment not become permanent? What is the worst emotion in the world? Is it family affection? Is it friendship? Is it love? Still...it's undeniable that no matter what it is, it won't be permanent. It will fall when you least expect it, quietly, quietly, like a shooting star. When you find out, it can no longer come back, and you will only stand in a lonely corner and reflect on its beauty alone...

Memory

Recall its beauty, recall the unforgettable light it left in my heart, recall my wish behind the light - it will be realized by my own efforts, start working hard, no need When I want to see the shooting stars fall again, I still make the wish that didn't come true last time.

Nostalgic

I want to see shooting stars again and see the beauty of the past; I want to go back to my childhood today and see my innocent self; I want to sleep in the swing and dream See the beauty of everything, see your own longing for the world; wish you could grow up and stop worrying, and see your ignorant self. Impossible, impossible, the place I am in love with and the place I am thinking about is so unreal and so dreamy, but I can't break through that layer of illusion and find out my true self. Maybe I will wait until I wake up from the dream to find out where I am. Where to look.

Eternity

I miss being with my closest friends, but why are we separated? Can’t it last forever? A life of being together forever and always being happy is what I want, but it is ethereal. The shooting star will not become an eternal highlight, it will disappear and fall into the arms of the earth to sleep.

Sadness

On the day we parted, you went to another school, and you and I were no longer the best partners. My strength at that time prevented me from crying, but I turned around. At that moment, tears fell down his cheeks. Fashion will not hang in the sky forever.

Hope

Meteor, you will appear again, right? It will make me make the best childhood wish "forever", right? Composition 9 of Meteor

Since I started to understand, the pain of growing up is like the stars in the sky, which often bothers me in my mind.

"Dingling bell", a so-called crisp cry pulled me out of my dream. I quickly climbed out of bed, put on my clothes, turned on the computer, clicked "Qianqian Listen", and was immediately intoxicated by the wonderful song. "Get up early in the morning and listen to music?" Mom suddenly yelled, "Look at your classmates, each one is half a head taller than you. It's morning now, how nice it would be to play basketball outside! You're not tall, I'm already in the first grade of junior high school, and I'm less than 1.60 meters tall. I'm ashamed..." My mother's voice pulled me out of my intoxication again, which made me feel a little angry, because I don't like playing basketball at all, and I don't know how to do it. beat. You know, what I like is table tennis! Even so, I reluctantly walked out of the door with the basketball...

Within half an hour, my mother saw me coming home sweating profusely, and started to say again, "Look at you, say I haven’t even played basketball for half an hour, but I’m back again. People play basketball for five or six hours at a time…” Basketball, I’m tired of listening to it. I don't like playing basketball, but my parents always complain that I am not tall, not healthy, etc. I really don't know what to do...

However, if I think about it seriously, I am indeed not tall. Compared to other students, standing together, I am really shorter than others, and I feel uncomfortable. Although my parents force me to do things I don't like to do, it can be seen that their starting point is for my benefit. Basketball, just play, what’s the big deal!

Finally, a certain star in my mind turned into a shooting star and fell to a certain planet... Composition 10 of Shooting Star

As time goes by, that day in my childhood The golden dream also passed away quietly, but the scenes full of childishness had already been fixed in my memory.

That was when I was 5 years old, a period of innocence. Once, my mother bought a large bag of spiced sunflower seeds. As I ate the fragrant and crispy melon seeds, I couldn't help but ask my mother: "Mom, where did these melon seeds come from that are so fragrant and crispy?" My mother patiently said The ground said to me: "Melon seeds are the fruit of sunflowers. If you plant a sunflower seed in the soil, you can produce many melon seeds." After listening to my mother's words, I had a plan in my mind: to have a sunflower seed of my own. of sunflowers, you can eat fragrant and crispy melon seeds every day.

The next day, mom and dad went out. Only my grandma and I were at home, while grandma was sleeping. I tiptoed into the kitchen, grabbed a handful of melon seeds, and then quietly ran to the lawn downstairs. I picked up a toy shovel and dug a small pit in the ground. Put the melon seeds religiously into the small pit, quickly dig the melon seeds into the soil with your hands, then water the saplings, and you're done. I really hope it will grow into a tall sunflower that will surprise everyone and make them proud of me.

So, I, who was always called a "little lazy bug" by my whole family, got up early every morning to water my sunflower seeds. No sunflowers grew as I had hoped, not even a root of grass. With a sad face, I told my whole family what happened, and who knew they laughed. When I was wondering, my father spoke first: "Silly boy, the seeds you planted are ripe, how can you grow sunflowers? Only raw melon seeds can grow sunflowers. If you don't believe me, give it a try." With my father's help, Next, I planted another sunflower, and it finally sent out small buds.

This incident has long become an old thing, but it is like a shooting star in the night sky and will remain in my memory forever. Meteor's Composition 11

It will be six o'clock in the evening on November 18th. In eight hours, the exciting moment will come. The Leonid meteor shower, which occurs every 33 years, is about to be witnessed by the world. To me, this is such an incredible thing!

This meteor shower appeared around two o'clock in the morning on the 19th and lasted for one hour. In order to prevent myself from oversleeping, I simply gave up half of my sleep tonight and sat by the window, waiting for the meteor shower to appear. At one o'clock in the morning, the entire compound was silent. The bright moon in the sky had disappeared. The entire sky was dotted with stars as bright as gems, but they were still so quiet, blinking leisurely, with no intention of falling to earth. . Suddenly, an arc-shaped light broke the tranquility of the sky. My heart stopped and my blood froze. What was it? I couldn't be sure because it was too fast and it was too late.

"Whoosh", another sound, and I stood up from my seat.

Bright, arcing, fleeting...it's a shooting star, a shooting star! I was so excited, hurry up, more! I thought to myself, I want to see a little more clearly, and after a few minutes, the sky seemed to be alive. , a star that was originally comfortable suddenly slipped. The tail has a slight blue light, rowing from one side to the other, incredibly fast, making people sigh and lament at the same time. I sighed and lamented the beauty of this moment. In this continuous moment, I was fortunate enough to capture more than twenty beautiful shadows, although I was a little dissatisfied and greedily wanted to see more. But I think I am already the luckiest person in the world.

People like to make their best wishes at the moment when a shooting star passes by, hoping that one day their dreams will come true, but dreams are still dreams after all, and the truth is in life. Only by hard work can beautiful things come true. Live on forever. I finally saw the shooting star. The moment I saw its beauty, I also saw the future. Composition 12 of Meteor

The night was like water, and a few golden dots suddenly flashed across the silent sky. I thought it was my eyesight, so I quickly asked my brother next to me to pinch me. However, before the words were spoken, little by little golden colors slowly became denser...

It turned out to be really a meteor shower! It was the first time I saw such a real meteor shower. There was a cousin of the same age as me sitting next to me, so I took a camera and was about to record this magnificent spectacle, but a "boom" of thunder woke me up from my intoxication.

It turns out that everything just now was a dream! But, that feeling is really real...

Tears filled my eyes again... ....I don’t know how many times I have shed tears for no reason...but maybe there is a reason! As for what it is, I don’t know, I just know that my heart hurts, hurts, hurts ...

The sky with the meteor shower was so desolate...

At night, it was so quiet that you could even hear the sound of a person breathing. .....The rain was falling so sadly...the wind was blowing so despairingly...

Only then did I realize that the sky streaked by the meteor shower was not beautiful... ....

Meteor shower, if you are a messenger, then record my words in maple leaves and send them to him in heaven...

If you are A microphone, then send the record of my voice to him in heaven...

If you are a guide, then help me find the way to heaven... ...

In this way, maybe I won’t be alone, lonely, and desperate...

In the sky where the meteor shower streaks, the Ferris wheel is slowly turning... .... Composition 13 of Meteor

Like a meteor passing by, although our friendship was short-lived, it left the best memories.

"XX, someone is looking for you. He is a handsome guy." My deskmate walked in from outside. I walked out and found that he was my neighbor, but he just moved here yesterday, and I only met him once. , and I’m not familiar with him, why did he come to see me? He hurriedly said: "Well, let me use your political book. I have a class next period, but I forgot to bring the book." I replied and went back to the classroom to help him get the book. Unexpectedly, he took the book and left quickly without even saying thank you, so my first impression of him was very bad and I thought he was very rude.

After school, I met him on a street outside my home. I was very angry when I thought about what happened in the morning. What I didn't expect was that he came over to me and said, "I'm sorry. I borrowed a book from you this morning without saying thank you. By the way, it's your book." Then he took out the book from his bag and put it in my hand. I suddenly felt that I had misunderstood him.

In the next two years, we went to school together and came out of school together, and became good friends who talked about everything. But the good times didn't last long. When we were in junior high school, his mother wanted to take her back to study with them, so he had no choice but to choose to go back to his hometown to study. From then on, I never saw him again. In his photo, I probably can’t even remember what he looks like.

But when I saw him again, I didn’t know whether I should be happy or sad. I saw him on the bus a few days ago. His hair was dyed red, one hand was in his pocket, the other was holding a cigarette, and he smelled slightly of alcohol. He saw me and stopped me, and we went to the park to chat under the pavilion. He said that he was no longer the good student with excellent academic performance, but now he had become a bohemian young man in society.

We were sitting in the dark night, with shooting stars streaking across the sky. What we left behind were beautiful memories, but what we brought was cruel reality. Composition on Meteor 14

I remember one summer, news was published on TV and newspapers that there would be a meteor shower at night. I was so excited that I quickly told my mother and asked her to allow me to watch the meteor shower, but I was afraid that she would not agree because the meteor shower occurs at about one or two o'clock in the night.

Unexpectedly, my mother asked me: "Why do you want to see it? Do you know anything about meteor showers?" This did not trouble me. I said: "Meteor showers are rarely seen. They are produced after the explosion of some planets in the universe. The fragments passed through the sky at a very fast speed. Due to the friction with the atmosphere, they produced fire, so the meteor shower we saw was a colorful spectacle, very beautiful."

Mom listened to me. I made a statement, blinked my eyes, looked out the window longingly and said: "Then let's watch the meteor shower together tonight." I really couldn't believe my ears, my mother actually respected my opinion so much, she really understood me!

That night, we finally stayed up until midnight. The dark clouds are like a evil devil, covering the sky. The meteor shower did not arrive as promised, and I was very disappointed. My mother patted my back and comforted me, "If there is a meteor shower in the future, I will definitely watch it with you!" I felt warm in my heart. Although I didn't see the meteor shower, I had another close friend. Although meteors are magical and beautiful, they will eventually pass by. I believe that my mother will be like the brightest star in the sky, always being my friend and lighting my way forward.

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This is a complete and wonderful narrative prose. The article begins with the title "Meteor shower is a brilliant spectacle, very beautiful", which arouses readers' interest in reading. , the main part starts and turns, with twists and turns, winding paths leading to seclusion, and rich imagination. Composition of Meteor 15

I still remember the moment when the meteor passed by. It was in the middle of summer last year, when a cool breeze slowly passed by and the sky was filled with stars. When I was leisurely, I looked up at the stars and sighed: "Another night full of stars, another day full of luck." Then I remembered that such words had been mentioned by another person. She was my first confidant, but I forgot to each other's commitment;

Nowadays separation has become commonplace for us. I don’t know, where are you now? You and I have been separated for three years. I still clearly remember every word you said. I didn't expect the days to fly by so quickly. Thinking of you inadvertently is like a shooting star passing through the sky. I didn't make a wish, but the stars have already conveyed my heart to me. I really miss you. I blame you for leaving so quickly that I didn’t even have time to say “goodbye” to you. I'm really scared that you will forget me. But even if not, I know that we are far apart. The innocence that can never go back, childish words, single topics, innocent smiles, and mutual promises.

I really miss that feeling. Even if the sun, moon, and stars change, I still don’t want to exchange the little warmth and care that remains between us. I can't believe that we had already determined that we would be lifelong confidants, but we forgot about it in the ever-changing world. Do you still remember? Those many days of companionship in the morning and evening; Do you still remember? We shared each other's thoughts together. All of that, I miss it so much. Do you still remember? That time everyone burst into tears. Our good friend was going to transfer to another school, and we sang a farewell song for her. Do you still remember that time when everyone was heartbroken? Our classmate Pistachio got leukemia, but unfortunately he died at the age of thirteen. We all shared the sadness together.

When did I give up running and just stay where I am, waiting for the reincarnation of the four seasons. Every second is a manifestation of commitment. When the meteor flashed across the sky, I missed him and finally passed him by.

It is my lifelong regret...