Five articles about my favorite composition

Five articles about my favorite composition

Favorite can be people, animals, objects and things. Everyone has someone or something he likes. Today, I compiled my favorite composition for you, for reference only. Let's have a look.

My favorite: article 1

Books are ladders that help me reach the peak of success; Books are ships that let me swim in the ocean of knowledge; Books are teachers, and let me discover the existence of truth, goodness and beauty.

In my spare time, I always like holding a cup of hot tea, sitting by the window, leaning back in a chair, reading quietly, listening to the rustling sound of leaves in the wind, watching the joys and sorrows of the characters in the book, and unconsciously indulging in it.

I love reading very much, so I will finish reading a book in about three or four weeks by following the saying "Books are the spiritual food of human beings". I read slowly, reading sentence by sentence, thinking sentence by sentence, thinking about the meaning and understanding the mystery. I must understand it, and I won't stop until I understand it. When reading, I can "listen to things outside the window and concentrate on reading sage books". I firmly believe that "the book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu".

In the process of reading, I not only increased my knowledge and knowledge, but also made many good friends: independent Jane Eyre, martial arts expert Song Wu, naughty the Monkey King, honest Xiangzi ... In the dialogue with these friends, I gained spiritual enrichment and satisfaction.

Reading allowed me to travel around the history of the world and realize the value and significance of life. Reading makes me see Du Fu's selfless dedication that "my home suddenly appears in front of me, and my house will freeze to death alone", Li Bai's lofty ambition that "one day I will break the waves and and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea", Dong Cunrui's patriotic sacrifice and Lu Xun's patriotic enthusiasm ...

Reading is an interesting, elegant and my favorite thing.

Books are hot tea, which dispels the gloom of the soul and brings warmth; Books are the shade of trees, covering the hot sun and bringing comfort. Books are the ropes that connect the doors of success, and books are the keys to the halls of knowledge.

Reading is my favorite. You brought me spiritual pleasure; You satisfied my thirst for knowledge; You ignited my enthusiasm for continuous learning.

My favorite: number two.

On this starry New Year's Eve, I have been paying attention for a long time, and my tears are longing for the brightest star in the green night sky. Is that you? Memories are full of your light, sound and shadow, which is a kind of your back that I can't forget no matter how hard I try. Through that light and shadow, I can see the wound deeply imprinted in my heart and the gully with tears. I admit that I have never found it so difficult to forget someone. At that time, I brushed your hair gently, and I could smell your hair everywhere, floating around my weak soul and walking with me. Forget you, maybe only after six courses, I am lucky enough to be baptized by sacred memory. I don't know if there is a god who controls time in this world, but I can look down at the memories I don't want to give up, and what is worth cherishing in this world no matter how hard I struggle, or there are enough scars in my mind that won't be taken away by the wind and sand. I never know what it means to forget, and what really cares about a person or a thing. I just stupidly follow the footsteps of the secular, and I can't even control myself that I can't find. The soul has never found a home, it is just a ostentation and extravagance, a love ceremony built with blood and tears, which has no meaning. Sometimes I just think that Iraqis may be a gift from heaven, an angel to accompany me and liberate me, but I finally found out that I was wrong, because there was never any regret in the world that I might not be qualified to have, and I was used to arrogance, so I didn't have the opportunity to care about her and love her. The world is too noisy and chaotic. In my spare time, I like to paralyze myself by taking notes. I am indifferent to the back left by you walking slowly by my side. I just stay where I am and never stop wandering. I always thought that rain was the most beautiful, but I ignored the rainbow of seven colors after rain. Iraqis are like colored beams of light projected into my blood and connected with my heart. I have silently promised from the bottom of my heart that I will unconsciously accompany my favorite Iraqi to walk through what represents eternity, cross 13 and 14, and * * * witness what hundreds of millions of people are waiting for. Maybe some things really can't last forever. Just like a bubble reflecting this gorgeous rainbow, it changes with the change of space and is a portrayal of memory. In this life, at this moment, all this or everything that has disappeared is my gentle prayer to you. At this moment, this beauty belongs only to you. Sometimes, I really want to fly away with the wind. I want to freely shuttle around the Iraqis in the air filled with familiar fragrance, and then quietly watch the graceful walking slowly and accompany me with that unforgettable smile until the end of the day. Tian Jian, if you promise, you won't forget your beauty.

My favorite: number three.

In the cold winter, the window is still dark, and the howling cold wind beats the windowsill mercilessly, as if cursing the cold winter constantly. My heart hurts only when I listen to the sound of a tricycle pedaling outside. It was none other than my favorite person-my mother!

My mother, an authentic rural woman, is small, simple and quiet. But it is such a seemingly fragile woman who rents a house in the city to accompany me to study in order to let me receive a good education and silently bear the upper-class life in the city. She always said that the biggest regret in her life was that she didn't study much, so she would never let me live as hard as she did. My father has been working outside for many years, and everything at home is taken care of by my mother. Especially in recent years, my father was in poor health, earned less money and my mother worked hard, but she never complained.

I adore my mother very much. Day after day, she rode an old tricycle and set up a stall at the school gate every morning to sell wonton. At first, I was really embarrassed. I make a detour every time I go to the school gate. What annoys me even more is that some students call me the boy who sells the Chaos family. How many times I secretly cried under the covers and felt that I was the most unfortunate person in the world.

But that day, I tried to bypass my mother's wonton stall as usual, but I saw a young woman making wonton. Not only did she not accept my mother's change, but she also said in a voice that others could hear, "Country people, don't want the change!" " My heart thumped and I immediately rushed to the theory. My mother rushed to pull me when she saw me. Mother not only didn't get angry, but also smiled. The young woman was bored, muttered a few words and walked away. I was angry and asked my mother why she wasn't angry. My mother said, "That's how business works. Everyone has it, and everyone is angry. Not worth it! Look how good it is now. This extra change can buy you the extracurricular books you liked last time. Mom doesn't care. " In an instant, my tears poured out, and I was even qualified to dislike every bit of enjoyment my mother brought me with self-esteem. I am so ignorant!

I love my mother, she is my favorite person, and her persistence and strength are my lifelong learning goals!

My favorite: number four.

"Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue and the sky is blue ..." When this hymn sounded in my ear, the text-"Daddy's Flowers Fall" appeared involuntarily in my mind, which was the growth and transformation of an ordinary girl. The unknown confusion and faint sadness on the road to growth are vividly portrayed by the writer Lin.

From the beginning of the title, the article has profound implications, one is the withering of oleander, and the other is the death of his father who loved life and flowers. Pun intended, implicitly expressed the theme of the article, sad but not hurt.

At the beginning, an oleander in reality aroused my father's association, and also laid the dark line of "Dad loves flowers" for the full text. My father's conversation with me and his instructions laid the groundwork for my father's death, and also led to the fact that my child was lying in bed, which made the image of my father's sternness and love jump to the page.

Later, I returned to reality and wrote a graduation ceremony. My complicated mood reflects my sadness and confusion on the road of growth. Back home, several foreshadowing gradually uncovered the news of his father's death. After I understood everything, I suddenly felt the need to take responsibility and went to the hospital bravely and calmly. On the way, I took off my childishness and grew up completely.

The whole article has a lot to appreciate. I like it best. It uses many techniques, but it can describe such a touching simple emotion. What a superb realm this is. It skillfully uses interpolation, foreshadowing and illumination, and the two lines complement each other in parallel. Who can't love such a perfect article?

My favorite: Article 5.

Everyone has someone they like. My favorite people are my parents, my grandparents, my friends and teachers. They are all people I like.

My parents gave me life and sent me to kindergarten, primary school and middle school. My grandparents taught me to be frugal; My friend taught me to be loyal to others; My teacher teaches me knowledge. They are all people I like.

My parents gave me many things in life, such as school books, food, clothing, housing and transportation in life; My grandparents gave me encouragement in my growth; When my life was in danger, my friend gave me a helping hand; The teacher gave me confidence.

These are my favorite people, people who are helpful to my life, and they are nobody.

My parents are like a big ship, because they gave me life; Grandparents are like an apple tree, because they give me happiness; Friends are like the people's police. The police can protect our lives and property. Teacher, give me a word and you can open my heart; Teacher, you gave me a smiling face, which can make my life full of happiness. In fact, teachers are like hard-working gardeners. You have to correct your homework every night. Do you remember how much your phone bill was wasted when your classmates didn't come to class that night?

The people who love me the most are those who are loyal to me.

The person who loves me the most has been helping me all my life.

The person who loves me the most is an ignorant person.

I love my family and I love those who love me more.