A composition about sunshine

In study, work and life, everyone has written a composition, so we must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. With the help of composition, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is the composition I collected for you on the topic of sunshine, hoping to help you.

Sunshine 1 14-year-old middle school student Xiao Jia feels that he is unlucky these days.

He was the last student to leave school because of the blackboard newspaper the day before yesterday. Halfway through the blackboard newspaper, I suddenly wanted to see how the senior blackboard newspaper came out and wanted to learn. But the classroom door has been locked. So he moved a stool from the classroom. People are standing on stools, tall. So he can see the blackboard newspaper in other people's classrooms through the transom on the wall.

Just as his face was glued to the glass and he was watching intently, the teacher on duty came over and asked him a little doubtfully, asking him to go home quickly.

Coincidentally, the office on this floor was stolen that night. All the teachers' drawers were rummaged through, and even a few pennies were taken away.

In this way, as the last student who left school with a little strange behavior, there is reason to be called to the academic affairs office to talk. Although the head teacher and the teachers who are familiar with him all guarantee that he is a good student with excellent academic performance, Xiao Jia, who came out of the academic affairs office, could not help but shed tears because some students in the class who didn't know the truth looked at him with strange eyes, including those who were quite good with him.

What happened today is even worse. Now he is crying to his mother about what happened today. When I came home from school, I passed a bookstore specializing in reviewing materials and bought two books. Just about to get on the bus, a big cardboard box suddenly rolled down from a truck. The cardboard box was broken and the children's toys were scattered all over the floor. When the driver of the car found him parked, someone around him took the opportunity to slip away. He looked at the driver.

I was in a hurry, so I helped the driver pick up the toys one by one and put them in the box. After the good thing was done, his bike was gone! That's a new car I just bought!

"Good intentions are not rewarded! Thieves are really bad! Meowed ..... "Xiao Jia said, crying, tears flow more and more.

"Why are you crying? Can the car come back, fool! You must learn a lesson in the future. As the saying goes, it makes sense for everyone to sweep the snow in front of the door and not worry about others frosting. Mom doesn't want you to be a selfish person. The problem is that the atmosphere is not good now and people are not old. You should learn to protect yourself and don't mind your own business, so as not to cause trouble ... "Xiao Jia's mother nagged her son.

"Are you training your son to be selfish?" Zhu Xiao's father stepped into the door from the outside and heard his wife's joking words.

"You still have the spirit to tell jokes. Your son did a good deed for the class the day before yesterday and was suspected as a thief. Today he did a good thing and was stolen by a thief! " Jony J's mother told her husband angrily what happened to her son today, and Jony J cried even more. "Oh, well, son, your luck is really bad! Dad is a little lucky today. You know, I went to that photo agency to get photos. After I got the photos, I felt very hot today on my way back. At this time, a man is pushing two bags of watermelons to sell on a bicycle. I picked one, weighed it, and it was 10 yuan. I paid the money and rode away. After riding for about 20 meters, I suddenly heard someone calling behind me. I looked back, and the watermelon seller followed me on a bicycle and waved me to stop. I stopped the car and realized that I gave him a hundred-dollar bill by mistake as a ticket for 10 yuan, and he came to get my 90 yuan money back! Son, think about it.

You see, he can completely ignore this matter and return it until I find it. He can also rely entirely on it, because I have no evidence; He can also find out about it and slip away immediately, so that there will be no trouble. Now he is riding a heavy car in the scorching sun. Why are you doing this? This is his conscience! It's his morality! Look who says there are no good people in this world! "

The father patted the watermelon he just bought and patted his son on the head. The son stopped crying and listened attentively.

Yes, my dad bought watermelons after taking pictures, but the story about 10 yuan and 100 yuan was made up by him. The dual responsibilities of writer and father made him make up a beautiful story. He deeply understands that at the moment, the heart of this 14-year-old boy needs sunshine too much.

The road of life is bumpy and bumpy. At the same time, it is happy and happy. Life needs sunshine. Although wind and rain hinder each other on the road of life, cloudy days are bound to be sunny. I hope the world I live in can be less stormy and more sunny.

Life is like going through a storm. Those who used to be familiar with our lives suddenly disappeared into a light blue sky like the first ray of sunshine in October one morning. The track they once lived, the joys and sorrows they once spread, turned into rain in a lonely evening, and with a bang, covered everyone who watched the sunset. But life needs sunshine, and sunshine still fills the whole world after the storm.

In those days, life made me feel very tired. In the face of parents' urging, teachers' criticism, friends' incomprehension and unsatisfactory grades, it seems to be the end of the world. At that time, I didn't know when the sun would shine on my life and when happiness would come to me. The head teacher told us all day: What did others learn compared with other students? What have you learned? Others won the first place. What about you? Where is it? Everyone studies in the same classroom and is taught by the same teacher. Why is the gap so big? Is the teacher not teaching well, or are you not learning well, or is there another reason? Think for yourself, write a review, and determine how many points to take in the next exam, and hand them in ... All along, I began to feel "behind the times" and gradually wanted to stay away from this group. Since then, the courses have become more and more difficult and there are more and more subjects. Let's use those IQs, that is, those with high IQs: you haven't studied brain cells. The math teacher is chirping about the relationship between functions in class. Who knows that the heart has flown to the bookstore in front of the school, the latest popular cartoon Doraemon and the novel newly published by Jing M.Guo. It is far better to think about these than those functions and those damn geometries that you can't understand.

English words are boring, but I can't remember them when I look at them. Thinking of Jay's new album and those beautiful and attractive music is faster than learning anything. Students tell stories about stars in class, and I don't forget to add a sentence or two when I listen. The teacher stared at the handwriting on the roll paper and finally ended the exam with a sentence "Please parents".

Back home, it's going to rain in the world at home. My mother looked at the cross full of a roll of paper and gave me an angry beating. She asked me why I had been there all day. When I said I wanted to go to school, I actually meant that I was ashamed to go to school. God knows where my heart has flown. At the same time, I thought: I will never read novels and comics in math class again. I say that every time I want to turn over a new leaf. Every time I think of this, a famous saying of the political teacher appears again: Chang Zhi is a man who has no will, but he who has a will will will not change.

I don't know if there will be a dream in life, why the sunshine in the dream can be brilliant and messy, but the sadness in reality keeps falling like snowflakes.

Life needs sunshine, but where is my sunshine? I don't know, it makes me feel very sad. I remember a writer wrote a sentence, he said: My sunset-like sadness is like a melancholy bird, and the melancholy bird flies into my sunset-like sadness.

Life is long, life is short, when you are lost and lonely; When you are in trouble, when you are sad; Let your heart fly! The world is full of sunshine, you will find that life can be far away from the noisy crowd, or you can sip a cup of boiled water alone and taste the plain taste. However, those too immature madness, pain and sadness have already turned into dull stories in the sun and remained in our eternal memory.

Composition 3 on the topic of sunshine When the sunset rusted on the ground, the wind stopped breathing. We came to this faded town, with some vibrant Gu Song in front and a green meadow behind.

Whose footsteps are across the street? Whose laughter brought a wild meadow? Whose voice knocked off a yellow leaf? Why are my eyes so blurred? The scenery in front of us is like running water. I can't catch it, even though I have tried my best.

Our old days were like tree rings, flowing outwards in circles. I looked at the grass behind me, green as if it were flowing. I watched them secretly and heard them whispering. Maybe, they kept my memory. However, there was only one laughter in that place.

Why can time take away everything around us, but not us at the same time?

Time is like a huge copier, which copies the same content with a click. A glass of milk with messy books every day, look at the clouds in the sky when you are bored. I wonder, is there anyone living on the cloud? If so, are they happy?

One day, I seemed to suddenly wake up and I broke free from the mud. The original distance has not disappeared, but it has not been seen in the past. Only when you see in front of you will you find that the road is so simple. Bloom's flowers withered and plants withered. I just keep going, because I only look at my destination.

Or that clear, floating blue sky, a piece of green grass that can drown itself. When I happened to look back, they all turned into a dense forest, which was the last farewell, but the front was still endless.

Without a sigh, I strode forward happily, and then I knew what is relaxed and what is relaxed and happy. I think one day I will get where I want to go, maybe I am old. Old hair covered with snow; The old face is like a rough kraft paper; All the old things are hidden in the photo album. At that time, I opened the yellowed photo album with trembling hands, as if to open a dusty door. Those fleeting years, those joys and sorrows, perhaps, I couldn't help crying anymore.

When I can finally put aside everything in front of me and sit around in the suburbs with my friends. It's refreshing to leave the hustle and bustle. The sky is like a bowl of clear water, and the wind tastes better than juice. There is a long railway track not far away, and a train roared past with wild flowers. I like trains. I think trains are like fairy tales. It must be very happy to be with such beautiful scenery every day. When I was a child, I imagined where the train would travel with petals all the way. Now I am vulgar, saying that I used to be stupid. Look at the sign on the train. Isn't it from Kaili to Guiyang and then from Guiyang back to Kaili?

We don't talk. The rich scent of wild flowers is intoxicating. Dandelions fly all over the sky. How nice dandelions are! Travel happily every day, see mountains and rivers, see trains or ox carts, and sometimes see a child weaving a boat with straw. The boat set sail with his dream. How nice dandelions are, giggle. They are so free and have no worries. If possible, I want to be a dandelion in my next life. I said you are old, and he said we are all old. At least I'm not the kid who used to go to Lacrimosa every day.

Lan said, in fact, we are all very tired and will never meet our parents' expectations! I told my parents: Give me up, I can't live up to your's expectations. Or you can have a better child than me. We all have our own lives, but we can only live for others.

Then we were silent, and then we fell asleep in the breeze.

Yellowing photo albums, dusty memories, past years, just like tears that can't be caught. Why should I say something to you? Why do I want to cry?

From one dream to another, I appreciate my different world. My memory is like a passer-by, some pass by in a hurry, some nod and smile at me, and some have tears in their eyes.

I stand at the corner of the years, with a dim street lamp, which is an invisible road. Along the way, those vague impressions and feelings have become eternity in my life.

Once upon a time, many small animals lived in the forest. They live in harmony, unity and friendship.

But once, it rained cats and dogs at night, and thick raindrops fell from the sky and hit the green leaves hard. It's raining harder and harder, and the little animals look out through the cracks. The world is like a huge bead curtain, full of fog. It's been like this for several days. Small animals want to get some air, but it keeps raining and they are worried.

The lion sent a hummingbird to detect the position of the sun. The hummingbird came back soon and said to the lion, "Your Majesty, I know my son said," Your Majesty, I know why. It is said that the sun caught a cold, which was caused by heavy rain! "No," said the puppy, standing up confidently, "our monkey teacher said that the sun won't get sick. Mimi the kitten pondered for a while and said to the lion, "Your Majesty, can I find some good friends to look for sunshine together?" "Yes, but as soon as possible, be careful on the road!" "Yes, your majesty, I will obey orders. Go and come back. "

So Mimi the kitten called her inseparable friends, spiders, giraffes, turtles and chameleons, and set off with their daily necessities.

They were walking when suddenly there was a long sound in the air and a vulture rushed down. The kitten Mimi showed her sharp teeth and barked at the vulture. The vulture saw it and ran after the spider. Little spiders make holes in the soil, but vultures can't find them, and their eyes are burning with anger. The giraffe bit off the leaves on the tree and threw them into the air. Seeing that it kept throwing leaves into the sky, the vultures thought it was something poisonous, so they dared not go near the giraffe and chased the tortoise instead. The tortoise retracts its head, limbs and tail into the hard shell, and vultures peck at it. "Oh, it hurts!" "The vulture flew away with a scream. The little chameleon is still standing by, and the vulture pounces on it. After all, the little chameleon is too young to run fast, and vultures are chasing it. Suddenly, a clump of green grass appeared in front, and the little chameleon quickly got in and hid. Without the sight of the chameleon, the vulture had to fly away in frustration.

The next morning, Mimi and her party continued on their way. Gloomy, with howling from time to time. Suddenly, the sound of "rustling sand" came from the depths of the forest. Then, a black bear came out slowly. The kitten Mimi climbed up the tree, the spider covered herself with the tent given by her mother, the turtle and the chameleon did the same thing again, and the deer escaped. The black bear found nothing and had to find another food.

In the evening, they put up their tents and began to sleep. An hour, two hours ... Mimi's eyes suddenly flashed a dazzling light. He rubbed his hazy eyes and looked at the sky. The sky was pale red, then the sky was fish-belly white, and the last red sun jumped out. "Ah, we found the sun! We found the sunshine! " Its joy woke up several other friends and everyone cheered together.

At this time, many small animals came. It turns out that the lion asked Dr. Goat to make a box to hold the sun. Vultures and black bears are also fake, so as to test the wit and courage of small animals. This is the annual forest "looking for sunshine" game, full of thrills and challenges, but it is a good opportunity to exercise yourself. Animal friends, let's act together, join this team and look for the bright sunshine together.

May, who is two years younger than me, heard about Rola Chen's pregnancy. Anyway, she was born deaf. She has been in poor health since she was a child. I heard that she suddenly fainted while running in primary school, and then she stopped going to school. As everyone in town said, I grew up in a small field.

I live with my parents-in-law, and my parents work in other places. The waterways in Taohua Town extend in all directions, and I often play punting alone. All the way down the river, the aroma of flower cakes made by Chen Yi floated down the water lane. I put a bamboo pole on the bow. As long as I stay in front of the cake shop for a while, she will definitely send me some hot and delicious flower cakes. As for me, I will hand her the peach branches I just broke in the morning and let her put them under the signboard of the cake shop. This is my "business" since I was a child. Ah mui sitting on the wooden bench looked at me and smiled. No child wants to play with Ah Mei-I don't think she is troublesome, but I think other children are noisy, so I make do with taking her, picking lotus leaves and playing dates. A-mei's father, Uncle Chen, also opened a photo studio by the water lane. When there are no guests, he often gestures to us with his camera.

In March, I heard that there was a painting competition in the city. I don't know where Ah Mui "heard", but the news is accurate-I was informed by someone in the city. I like painting. When no one is playing, I draw by myself. Being chased by her husband in the alley always fails the exam. When I am too worried, I can also draw. When I paint, Ah Mei often looks at me with her cheek in her hand, and there is no sound at all. My parents-in-law said I painted well, and I was afraid they would be blinded by it. I asked Ah Mui and Rola Chen, and they nodded. I happily held the picture in circles, and Ah Mui followed me in circles and giggled. But the next day I fell from the tree and broke my right arm. Great, don't think about anything. I heard that the competition will start in a week. It is said that this competition only happens once every few years. I heard that I can be a student of a certain gentleman after winning the lottery ... I can't catch up anyway, and my mood is getting lower and lower.

Ah mui came to see me. She made a gesture, which annoyed me: "It hurts! Of course it hurts! Why don't you break it too? " Anyway, she couldn't hear me, and my words became more and more ugly and louder, pushing her out of the door. I closed the door and hid in bed and cried. Ah Mui came into the room again and patted me on the shoulder as if she were my sister. I pulled down the quilt and shouted to her what I wanted to say most: I miss my parents! I shouted several times and cried badly. Three days later, when the peach blossom in the bottle on the windowsill smiled at me, my mother came back and she hugged me. She hasn't hugged me for a long time, and I haven't been hugged by her for a long time. That day, my mother took me to Shiqiao South. The most beautiful place in Taohua Town is there. Peach blossoms are like clouds, gentle and wispy. My mother and I are laughing in the peach blossom forest. But after all, my mother has to go to work and can't stay with me all the time. I can only send some photos to my mother so that she can see me every day.

We went to Chen Shu photo studio together and wanted Chen Shu to take some photos for us. Uncle Chen took out an album and opened it. It's full of my photos. I punted and laughed, fished in the water, climbed trees to pick peaches, and beat dates with poles ... In the light and shadow of Jiangnan town, my image was extremely vivid. In the photo, there is always a girl with fine eyes with me. She played with water while I was punting. When I climbed the tree, she looked up at me with a basket or smiled at me face to face.

Mom took a few pictures, and I always sat next to Ah Mei and looked through them again and again. Looking at it, I found that every happy time in my life was accompanied by Ah Mui. It turns out that I'm not alone at all. Later, I learned that my mother was called back by Ah Mui, and that peach blossom dipped in sunshine on the windowsill was also sent by Ah Mui.

She sent me sunshine. She is the sunshine in my life.