A composition about time

In the study, work and life on weekdays, many people have had the experience of writing, and they are all familiar with writing. Writing can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our hearts and think about our future direction. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is a collection of my essays on time. Welcome everyone to refer to it, I hope it will help you.

The bright moon decorated my window, and you decorated my dream.

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Time quietly left the mark of time on the bicycle in the rusty corner. The once riding life has gone away from me, only occasionally wandering in the dream, dotted with unpleasant dreams.

How I miss those simple and pleasant riding lives!

In the early spring afternoon, pack your bags, ride your bike and let your mood take you through the streets of the city. Don't ask yourself why you came and where you are going, just to enjoy this afternoon, let your heart breathe the breath of life and find a moment of peace.

Standing in a long alley, leaning on a bicycle, watching the sunset slowly lengthen its figure, extending to an unknown corner of the alley and fixing it on the gray wall. Looking at the crooked graffiti on the wall, "XXX is a big bad guy", it seems to be a good childhood again. Two old wooden windows on the wall were open, and a gray-haired old man stood there quietly, his cigarette curling in the orange sunset. One day in the future, will I just stand quietly, where on earth? What kind of windows are decorated?

On the morning of late autumn, I jumped on my bike and started a five-minute race. I don't know how many times I ran it, but its end point pointed to the future, and my end point was the classroom. Bow your head, let the breath in your mouth leave a trace of coolness on your face, and let passers-by look scared and surprised. Pushing the pedal hard, the familiar street trees on both sides of the street all lost their leaves, just like an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life looking at me, and somehow gave birth to faster motivation in his heart. Imagine, the rapid rotation of the wheel, will it take up the autumn leaves on the roadside and fly behind me like a butterfly, leaving me a little warm poetry when running forward. Earlier, there was an indescribable aroma in the store, reminding me that I was still lying quietly in my schoolbag and eating breakfast, and I felt more and more protests from my stomach. The ticking of the second hand of the wrist clock seems to be absent, which adds to the inner anxiety.

With the rush of the bell rushing into the classroom, I looked back at the bicycle standing there quietly in the carport and thought about the supercilious look of the class teacher when I was late. What a thrilling and pleasant morning!

Time passed unhurriedly, taking away the cycle of the four seasons and my bicycle life. Looking back at the quiet bike in the corner, it's a good thing that you decorate my dream, and there is no shortage of scenery in my life!

Time-based composition 2 is about to graduate, and there are too many regrets and disappointments in my heart. Looking up at the blue sky on campus, the air is still filled with such a fragrant breath. Those impatient and slow-heating white clouds still give me a sweet smile like cream on a cream cake. The swing on the playground is still swinging tirelessly, as if it were still calling us as kindly as yesterday; The iron gate at the campus gate creaks as always, singing the same ballad; Yes, nothing has changed, except the national flag fluttering in the wind, which witnessed our beautiful time as beautiful as a rainbow and as sweet as chocolate.

The first day of primary school

I can't forget that when I first entered primary school, our tender faces were full of confusion and loss. Everything on campus winked at us as warmly as the winter jasmine, and we happily circled around the campus, running small figures and enjoying it. The little magpie twitters around the kind teacher. The question is so simple and lovely, delicate and crisp: "Good teacher!" " "Why is it still ringing in my ears so clearly?

Win glory for the class at the sports meeting.

I can't forget falling on a high platform in physical education class in the third grade, and my knees were covered with blood in an instant. Before I could react from the pain, my classmates had gathered around to comfort me and carried me to the infirmary. Those little hands that reach out to me are full of warm power, and those concerned faces are still unforgettable.

I can't forget last year's Teacher's Day. Now that I think about it, it should be the last Teacher's Day we spent in primary school. We stick our cards to the teachers on the blackboard, bless them and remember them like flowers. Where is the blackboard? This is obviously a wall of love.

Dance "Forward"

I can't forget the laughter of my classmates; I can't forget the teacher's gentle big eyes; I can't forget the ice cream in the summer afternoon; I can't forget the competition in the art festival, our dancing, rushing forward and our happiness at the party. . Past scenes, and then look back, carefully look at the campus where we once lived, the place where we once laughed and drifted, and the place where we once left tears of growth.

I can't forget that wonderful primary school time, and I will treasure you in my memory music box forever!

The topic of time does not need to trace the traces of yesterday. You are still the same as you were yesterday. You have no memories related to me in your heart, but I regard you as my lifelong confidant. If holding your arm makes you lonely, then I choose to pretend to forget and still keep you in my heart.

Look at you by the window and feel the clear rain on the other side of the world of mortals in pear flower falls quietly.

Who will fold the plum blossom in front of this year's window into the end of the world next year? Who sits under the green screen window and cuts snuff all night? Who sits alone under the lamp and embroiders a pair of shoes alone? Who worries about holding the pipa and stroking yan zhen lightly? There is no need to remember Jia Jian, don't bother to think about it, and don't ask how many years have passed. After the spring and autumn, it is winter and summer. Where will you and I meet again after many years? The dead are like this and cannot be called back. The vicissitudes of life are eclipsed. Floating in the world, full of lightness; Smoke and dust from plants and trees can also tell whether the weather is cold or hot. Our hearts are floating outside the white clouds, trying to find a stable home to settle down. How many feelings need to be cultivated, how many promises are expected to be realized, and how many missed desires to start over. It's just that time flows east and there is no turning back. Some feelings are irreplaceable after all; Some predestinations are doomed to be so short.

It is said that the bell in the deep courtyard of Zen forest is the cleanest and most beautiful language, which can make persistent people learn to let go and impetuous hearts learn to be peaceful. The acquaintance of youth is a pure vastness. Should we forget the story of losing the protagonist? Things in the world are like clouds, try to forget that there was a she, a you and a clear encounter in this world of mortals.

The simple language of the mind is foggy and difficult to express, because it carries too much waiting, too much attachment and too much affection for Qian Qian. Acacia is not over yet, and I can't tell, just because it overflows with too many thoughts, too many expectations and too much love. The pen walks between the world of mortals, the feelings are lingering, and the green hills are accompanied by Xiushui, looking back for an instant.

Light words, time has infected into countless lovesickness. Gather your fingertips, and your affection becomes a concern. A warm thought, through the dust of years, can reach the other side of your soul. A wish, through the memory of the sky, can you listen to my deep monologue?

Thinking only, feeling long, water long, meaning longer.

I only wish that you are safe, I am safe and happy!

May July be better for you and me.

Composition 4 on the topic of time, you will also say it when you see this topic; What do you mean by good times here? Is it your own experience? Or write about other people's experiences? These questions may haunt your mind? I'll give you the answer now. The wonderful time here is not my own experience, but the experience of a female classmate of mine.

My classmate once described himself to me, and her father wrote a composition, the content of which is like this; Her father is a man in his forties and forties, and he is also a father. Her father is about 1.7 meters tall and a little fat. Small eyes and a few white hairs in my hair.

My classmate's father always has a flower-like smile on his face. Whenever he is tired, he walks into the room with a straight face. Maybe her father did it because he didn't want his family, his children and his worries.

My classmates also told me; The financial situation of their own families, she said; My father is a taxi driver, looking for 1000 a month or so. I don't know whether she is right or not.

My classmate told me; Something about her own family. She said that once my classmate wanted to take an art test. At that time, my classmate and her family discussed her desire to take an art test, but her mother and her sister opposed her desire. What are their reasons for opposition? Maybe they are afraid that my classmate will do something stupid and be schizophrenic if he fails the exam. Only her father has no objection. What is this? Is it because dad loves his daughter too much and tolerates her too much? Of course not, because dad wants to give his daughter a chance to test herself.

I think my classmate's father is qualified, respectable and worthy of calling him. Dad's good dad. I hope my classmates can treat and care for his parents, because they are the greatest people in the world.

Each of our parents is like a gardener. Are they training us to know what love is? What is respect? What is tolerance? These theories that people should know. Parents are the first teachers of each of us. They let us know about human nature. They are the sunshine during the day, the moon at night and the brightest stars in the night sky.

If time can go back, I would like to start again, change many places that I think I am not satisfied with, and make my life more exciting and brilliant!

If I could go back in time, I would be more diligent. In the previous years of study, I changed from naive to playful, always concentrating on how to play, not to mention being diligent. This bad habit has been haunting me since primary school. When I was in junior high school, the first monthly exam made me suddenly realize that my grades had dropped so much. In retrospect, I just finish the homework assigned by the teacher every day, and I never take the time to study by myself. Even a little effort will pay off, but I …

If I could go back in time, I would learn to take better care of myself. I remember that from the moment I was born, my mother was my backbone and my steering wheel. When I was one year old, my mother taught me to eat. My mother taught me to walk when I was two years old. When I was three or four years old, my mother taught me to speak. When I was five or six years old, my mother sent me to primary school, carrying a schoolbag in one hand and holding my hand in the other ... When I first entered junior high school, my mother worked in a foreign country. The thought of spending a strange time with a group of strange classmates made me feel so empty and my head was blank, just like entering a vast desert, lonely and scared. ...

If I could go back in time, I would learn to cherish it. There are always many regrets in life. The moment you look back, the god of luck has gone far. At this time, people always complain about God. Why don't you give me another chance? But is God wrong? One thing is still fresh in my memory. Xia was my best deskmate in primary school. We used to laugh and cry together, all the pain and bitterness, joy and excitement.

The children walked together. In those beautiful days, we talked about everything and helped each other. It was he who made me feel pure friendship.

However, the good times did not last long. I remember that it rained in Mao Mao that afternoon, and we all came to school in unison, still telling interesting stories on Saturday as usual. We had an argument over a trifle. A long semester has passed and we haven't said a word. Even if we run into each other, we just pass by. I know this is all my fault. I separated my former friendly deskmate from the other side of the river and made us feel like strangers. ...

If I could go back in time, I would make myself more perfect, never repeat the same mistakes and regret for life, but will there really be such a day?

Yesterday, my father called and said that the west field in the village was full of weeds and asked me to take a dip in the morning, but the next morning I didn't have time to lead a team to the prison of Changtun Primary School. I wanted to refuse, but thinking of my father's love for his life, I said, "Dad, don't worry, I will definitely take a dip in the weeds in the field." Father was relieved. I think since I have no time in the morning, I'll get up early to do it. By the time I start working, I'll be almost finished.

The next day, at dawn, I got up and looked at my mobile phone. It's only four o'clock. I washed my face, carried a hoe and rode an electric car to the west field. When I came to the field, I found two people in the field. I quickly went in and took a look. My parents were both in the field. Although there is not much ground, they are already sweating and panting. Because both parents have problems, they can hardly work. I am distressed and anxious to say: "I have a job in the field. Who told you to get up so early to mow the grass? What if you are tired? " Father said, "I regret yesterday's phone call, because I know you are busy at work and have no time, so I discussed with your mother what you did before." "No, you are in poor health, so don't do it. Go back to rest. I am coming? " But I tried to persuade them again and again, but they just wouldn't go back. I have no choice but to swing a hoe. Although I don't have the strength to work, I'm afraid my parents will get sick, so I must bite the bullet and work hard, because I know that as long as I work harder, they will work less and won't get sick. At about 7 o'clock, I finished weeding in the field. At this time, I am so tired that I am sweating and have no strength at all. Looking at mom and dad, I am too tired to say a word. I looked at my elderly parents, the heat wave rolled in my body, and tears could not help rolling in my eyes.

After school in the afternoon, I changed my clothes and prepared to go to the East Hospital to carry medicine bottles. My father called me again and asked me to go directly to other places. He has been riding an electric tricycle to pull water and medicine bottles to the ground. As soon as I heard this, I rode an electric car to the ground and saw that my father had finished the medicine. When my heart is hot, my nose is a little sour. I fought back my excitement and didn't say a word. I picked up the medicine bag and began to take medicine. Because my heart was full of deep gratitude, I got to work with special spirit and finished it soon. My father, who has always been strict with me during taking medicine, also smiled today. We pulled a lot of things, and I felt very happy. This may be the happiest time of my life. Although life is bitter and tiring, I feel that I am the happiest person in the world, because I have relatives to accompany me through the storm and bear the burden of years.

Time-based composition 7 Things that I thought would not change become better or worse unconsciously. What once was buried in the old days.

Wandering blankly in the old days, wandering all the way, but I can't find my original self.

I still remember a few years ago, I would argue with others for a trivial matter. I will be happy for a long time because of someone's careless praise, and even think that I can touch the sky with my hands. At that time, I was simple, naive, but also stubborn.

Now, those attributes have disappeared without a trace. I no longer stubbornly adhere to my own ideas, but chose to go with the flow; I no longer trust others as before, but always keep on guard against them; I no longer show my joys and sorrows, but put on a false body; No longer competing to express themselves, but hiding a lot of things in my heart, no one knows.

In this way, I am no longer happy. At that time, the naive smile disappeared a little in the sun. In the past, I went further and further. I don't know when it started to become like this, but I lost my way in time unconsciously. I can't resist the huge net of life, and I can only face it helplessly if I want to choose to escape. Just like living in a fog, no matter how you fly, you can't find light or see it.

Life is like a broken picture, which changes with time. I lost my initial self-confidence, my initial dream, and even my original self. Now in the old days, I am struggling to find my original back, but I can't find it back. It turns out that I can't go back, and those things will leave me in a hurry with the passage of time. I realized that some things can't be discarded. Looking back, I found that we were all running children in the old days, but in the end we all had to bow our heads and give up.

Time with his bustling panic, in its unique way, makes me feel extremely afraid and at a loss, and also honed my pace of progress. No matter whether the pace of life is heavy or light, you can taste the pain and confusion of failure and the happiness of growth. In fact, this is the belief I sought in the old days. Forget the old sadness and face the coming tomorrow with a smile. We still have a long way to go.

In fact, there is no need to pursue the old days that have gone away. Because life is in your own hands.

I sat at my desk, looking at the homework all over the desk, and I had no clue. Helpless looked up and saw several partners walking through the black and smelly river outside the window, covering their noses and mouths. I can't help but piece together the memento mori in my mind into a happy time.

When I was in primary school, I often had a relaxed Sunday because the teacher gave me less homework. My friends and I often go to Nanhe to play. As for the rivers in the north, because they are close to the expressway, they have long been "unrecognizable" by the sewage from nearby factories, so we often play in the rivers in the south in different environments.

The environment of the South River is really different from that of the North River: a seemingly deep but quiet path is "located" by the river, and willows are planted on both sides of the road, dancing in the breeze from time to time and showing off their dances. Oh! Look! Reed, dandelion and some unknown wild flowers and weeds decorate the river more beautifully. Where is the river? In the clear river and the wonderful performance of "jumping the dragon gate", it blooms its own unique style.

Once, I went to play by the river after finishing my homework with some friends. Because of the hot weather and shallow water in the river, we rolled up our trouser legs, rolled up our sleeves and tiptoed into the river. When we are bathed in the breeze, we listen to the singing of birds and enjoy the dancing of willows. A little friend suddenly screamed loudly: "There is a snake, run!" " "Snake, when we heard the word, the horrible image of the snake immediately floated in our minds and went straight to the path in a hive. When I calmed down and slowly looked back at the river, I saw the "yellow snake" swimming slowly in the river. Is it a snake? Take a closer look. What kind of snake is it? It must be eel. Recalling the embarrassing action of "escaping" from the river just now, I couldn't help laughing, and the whole path echoed with our crisp laughter.

Although it is not as spectacular as a big river, it has its own clarity; Although it is not praised by people, it has its own "cheerful"; Although there was no earth-shattering crying around, it recorded our cheerful laughter.

People's living conditions are getting better and better, but rivers have disappeared forever.

That was when I was in grade one. Because I had too much homework, I didn't have time to play by the river. But recently, it was said that a new factory was built by the river in the south. Take a look at the river in order to visit the factory. So I went to the small river on a Sunday and saw a scene that surprised me: the clear river has turned into a black and smelly river, and there is no grass growing by the river. The willows on the roadside are not as tall and straight as before because of the change of the river. And the drain pipe of that big factory is still discharging sewage into the river.

What about the river?