How to write the composition of Unit 5 of Chinese in the second volume of the fourth grade of People's Education Press?

By chance, I saw an old photo. Confirmed the real scene when the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai Railway Station on August 28th. 1937.

In the photo, I saw a bustling scene turned into ruins in a burst of indiscriminate bombing. There are only broken overpasses, twisted railways, broken houses, brick fragments on the ground … and a lonely little boy.

Why does this little boy, who is only two or three years old, sit alone in the ruins and cry? What about his parents? I thought of a problem. Maybe, mom and dad are preparing to take him out by train and find a safe place. Unexpectedly, before boarding the train, the fighter planes of the Japanese invaders had dropped evil bombs. When he was young, he lost his parents and could only sit on the ground and cry helplessly. ...

I think that reporter will definitely help him after taking photos. He will certainly grow into a useful person in the love of good people and contribute to the construction of new China. When he grows up, he will certainly lend a helping hand to children in need.

However, it occurred to me that at that time, the Japanese invaders trampled on more than one railway station in China. There must be many poor children, who lost their loved ones in the relentless artillery fire of the Japanese devils and got no help. Those children probably died before they grew up, because no one gave them food. Other children may have survived, but if they are left alone, they are likely to become thieves. Because no one gave him money to live and no one told him what to do and what not to do.

Thinking of this, I really hate the Japanese invaders. How many happy homes have they destroyed? How many children have they left without parents and care and can only wander the streets? I look at this photo and think about it. I think our life is much happier than those children. I sympathize with those children who have experienced war and smoke. I think it would be nice if there were no wars in this world. Those children can live a happy life like us.

Do you remember the day of August 28th? 1937? On that day, the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai South Railway Station. The word "shame" is once again written on the faces of China people. How many people lost their precious lives? The parents of an orphan who is only three years old are two of them.

All my life, I have always maintained the belief that the meaning of life lies in giving, giving, not accepting and not striving-Ba Jin.

Indeed, as the great writer said, the meaning of life is to give and pay, not to accept and fight. But we should also love and cherish life, which is what we must do all our lives. For example, mosquitoes and flies have short lives, but when we try to pat them with our hands, they will fly away. I think they love life. Although their lives are short, they don't want to live, but cherish life. Let's think about it. A fly and a mosquito can love life so much. What about us?

At school, we often see such a scene. In the corridor, several students rampaged and didn't care about their classmates at all. In front of the railing, some students stood on tiptoe and even climbed up the railing and looked down curiously; On the stairs, a classmate did not go downstairs, but sat on the handrail and slipped down. ...

Whenever I see such a scene, my heart beats like a rabbit. Have these students thought about the consequences of this behavior? Once students running in the corridor collide, they will often be black and blue; Once the classmates on the railing fall, the consequences are sad; If you slide down from the handrail, you will fall down if you are not careful, leading to fractures and concussions ... People's lives are fragile, and once something happens to their lives, they will leave permanent scars; Once a sound body is lost, it can never be found again.

Here, I want to remind those people that they love life. Life is like time, which passes in a blink of an eye, so we should cherish life, cherish time, love life and love learning!

As we all know, of all things in the world, only life is the most precious. No life, nothing. Without life, we lose ourselves and the right to live. We should love life.

A seed and an ant are all associated with a little life. In the 5,000-year history of Chinese civilization, human beings have compiled a civilized river of life with the perseverance of loving life. Helen Keller, who is constantly striving for self-improvement, Xia Liu, who is disabled for life, and Beethoven, who is deaf in both ears but writes world famous songs, are telling us the true meaning of life. What makes them great? What makes them constantly strive for self-improvement? I am life, life is like the power of fire, let unfair fate shine for them.

Life is a mysterious force. If fragile, it is as fragile as thin ice. If strong, it is mountain-like persistence. Helen Keller is an unfortunate disabled person who is deaf in both ears and blind in both eyes. However, with strong perseverance, faith and love for life, she mastered four foreign languages and became a disabled student at Harvard University. Can you not say that this is a miracle of life?

Life is short, so we should love and cherish it. Draw a colorful picture with a short life!

What is life like? Life is a grain of gold sand in the sea, which is unremarkable at all; Life is like a bright night pearl, which is extremely precious. Therefore, we should love life.

I still remember it was an afternoon when there was no class. I was playing with my classmates. I ran very fast and ran into a corner. We were frightened, and everyone present was shocked. I covered my bleeding head and was very scared. Because I've never seen so much blood shed, I naively thought, "Now I'm finished." "Hurry to the hospital!" I wonder who broke the terrible silence.

I was taken to the hospital by my classmates' parents and aunts, and the doctor sewed up my wound. I regret the pain. If I had controlled it a little, if ... my mother would have been worried for days.

When my mother saw me, I was already dressed like a seriously injured person who had just come down from the battlefield. Seeing my mother's worried eyes and anxious face, I bowed my head in shame and said guiltily, "Mom, I'm sorry!" " "

Through this incident, I deeply realized the fragility of life, walking on thin ice. We need to cherish it. Love life, let's draw colorful pictures with short life!

I have never seen what a newborn baby looks like. I went to an aunt's house with my mother at the weekend and had the opportunity to see the baby's innocence.

Maybe it's out of line She smells like milk. When I went, she was sucking sweet milk in her mother's arms. The mother looked at her children calmly and enjoyed the joy of being a new mother. After feeding, mother put her in the crib. The child's eyes have been closed, his eyelashes are moving slightly, and his mouth is breathing gently. Maybe she woke up. Her limbs are moving, her little hands are curled and opened, her little feet are swinging, her mouth is open and she yawns silently. Those little eyes finally opened and looked at us curiously, so innocent.

When I saw her, I suddenly felt that Mr. Zhu Ziqing's metaphor was so vivid: "Spring is like a newborn doll, new from head to toe." She gently took her little hand and touched the black satin fetal hair on her head, which was very soft. She looked at me, babbling as if singing an ode to life.

Yes, the newborn has a strong vitality, and she is growing. In a few months, she will babble. She seems to be asking everyone, "What is the world like?" I sincerely enjoin her: Love life, don't waste a little time, and sing the ode of life for her forever. Sing it. ...

During the holiday, my mother and I went to Tianmu Mountain National Park. We followed the guide along the winding stone road. There are towering old trees everywhere. From time to time, there were a few crisp birdsongs in our ears, and we could hear the gurgling water.

"Come and see this tree!" The guide's shouts took us to a slope. I looked up and couldn't help exclaiming, "Wow!" A tree actually grows between two huge stones, with a thick trunk and lush green leaves. Roots are inserted obliquely between stones, and the gap between two stones is actually separated by roots. I measured it with my hand, and I could put a palm in the gap.

This is a tree! Maybe it was a seed blown into the gap by the wind many years ago. Facing the barren environment, it did not feel discouraged, but silently took root and sprouted, and its trunk stubbornly grew out of the gap, upward, upward, upward! How hard it is to go up! Wriggling, every inch of bark is scarred, and every inch is several years old. However, it finally stretched its branches. You see, its roots get in through the cracks in the stone and come out from under the stone, criss-crossing, grasping the soil under the rock like talons.

Looking at it, my heart was deeply shocked. This is simply a miracle of life. How brave it takes! Its indomitable spirit amazed the people present.

I quickly asked my mother to take a picture of me in front of the tree. I want this tree to grow in my heart forever. I want to be as strong and brave as it is, not bow in the face of difficulties, dare to challenge difficulties, hone myself and be a strong man in life.

The meaning of life

Meteors cut through the sky and move on with the years. Endless smoke and dust, endless rivers. Hold a handful of clear water and taste life; Pick up a pebble and touch the line of time. A leaf knows the autumn in the world, and snow dances in Western jackdaw in the west.

I feel that life can't help floating out from the continuous flow, oozing out from a vein and a net, and hiding in the subtleties. The long river of life reflects the falling snow of red flowers and green leaves, and the change gradually moves forward with the color of the river until it ripples away and is swallowed up. The river of no return, the bright life is engraved with traces of history, stirring with bright pearls.

When you understand that people's beliefs about life are mostly for being praised and recognized by more people; When you find that your role is high or low, be happy, be brave and have self-esteem. Don't let yourself down because of the trough of your career, don't feel inferior and give up because of a little disappointment, and don't dim your life because of some episode in your life.

You should treat your life with healthy and cherished eyes, and you should maintain and water your flower of life with your enthusiasm. Your faith should first comfort yourself, don't distort the brilliance of life privately because of the little disappointments in life, and don't give up the pulse of life lightly.

Life is not about drinking honey in bitterness, seeking pleasure in annoyance, looking at flowers and embroidering, or looking at flowers in fog and playing hard; Life is a forging process from iron to steel, and life is a sail to the glory of life; Life needs a road as high as the sky and a wise man as flowing water.

Life is like the clouds of the past, short and beautiful, just like popular things. Extremely red and white, not good, but good after a while. Life is like this. When you have it, you have nothing.

In your journey of paying attention to life and cherishing it, you will find that when life is pushed to the extreme by life, it often shows some kind of calm beauty, facing the troubled times without being surprised, being in the ark without being impatient, facing the wind and rain, smiling at the wind, frost, rain and snow; You will know better that life will be more meaningful only if you look at it with a normal heart and cherish it.

Life is beautiful. When one life is attached to another, we will feel that the world is really beautiful, the sky is so blue and the earth is so pure. I will understand how lonely I was in this world, I will know that I need to cherish and be grateful in this world, and I will feel that life is so precious.

Sometimes I feel that life is always very tired. Before taking a step, I need to choose a fork and set sail. Every step I take, I need to adjust my pace and catch up with the forefront. When I am tired of walking and have a rest, I can't help looking back at the footprints I left on the road of life. Compared with others, it may bend people's hearts, make people feel sad, confused, and perhaps give birth to a little sadness.

Life needs sincere interpretation, every step needs to go all out and be reprimanded wholeheartedly. Then the road of life is the acme of beauty. Every flower has its unique color, every star has its brilliant light, every breeze will bring coolness, every drop of dew will moisten Yuan Ye and leave immortal poems.

Life is a journey. If you can make good use of it, no matter how long the journey is, it will be happy and full of flavor.

If you can understand that going on a whim is an unrestrained life interest, then returning home happily reflects a bold, neat and brave attitude towards life, which contains great wisdom in dealing with the world and helping the body.

Life is short and impermanent, and no one can guarantee that he will live to tomorrow, so everyone should learn to cherish and make full use of the value of life.

If one day, when you get up in the morning, you suddenly want to watch the sunrise on the top of Mount Tai and walk many floors along the stone steps. The crisp birds and fresh air are enough to make you very comfortable, then you can stop. Standing on the hillside watching the sunrise is not inferior at all, it will be a beautiful scenery in front of you. Don't make yourself too tired and far-fetched. All you have to do is sing it down and walk leisurely down the hill.

We are passers-by of life, leaving no trace of flying in the distant sky, only a few memories. When we stay at the moment when the hands of life overlap, these tiny memories will take us back to the moment when we were born, and the fog of the sunset is still snuggling.

Life will move forward in the context of history, pick up a leaf along the way as a memory, and the existence of the world will be clear and concrete; Life will enter the door of time and let the sunset give it the key to memory. That bundle of firewood of memory is lying quietly on the ground, waiting for life to pick up the branches and leaves along the way, and quietly remembering at the fingertips of the sunset.

Follow your dreams, go where you want to go and be what you want to be, because there is only one life and only one chance to do what you want to do.

Feel life, cherish life, flower of life blooms flowers that never fade!