Write a composition on accommodation.

Sunlight is warm, and nothing can grow without it. It is the source of life.

I once read an article that made me have to admit the beauty and importance of sunshine:

A girl's grandmother was ill and stayed in bed for a long time, staying in a dark bedroom and not feeling the warmth of the sun. Spring has come, and the girl is standing outside enjoying the endless sunshine. She wanted to share this happiness with her grandmother, so she lifted her skirt and caught the sunshine. The girl wrapped them carefully, walked into the bedroom and said happily to her grandmother, "Grandma, I brought sunshine!" " "Then he started a group:" Huh? Why is the sunshine gone? "Grandma giggled and stroked her granddaughter's head:" Silly goose, you are my sunshine. "

In life, sunshine is harmony and friendship. With these, there is sunshine in my heart.

I still remember when I was in the fourth grade, I quarreled with my good friends because of a very small thing. We are all stubborn, no one will suffer, and we are still so proud. I came home that day and looked depressed. My mother saw that I was silent and no longer like the lively me before, so she asked, "What's the matter with you? Seems unhappy? " I regret and worry in my heart, thinking that I shouldn't be awkward with my friends because of a little thing. Finally, I couldn't hold back my depression any longer. I threw myself into my mother's arms and cried out what happened today. My mother didn't say I did anything wrong or criticize me. She just took me to the balcony. Standing on the balcony, I only felt that the sun was a little dazzling, but it was warm, which evaporated my depression and pain just now. Mother said, "Today, you and she both lost the sunshine in their hearts and became very painful. Then why don't we let the pain disappear and let the sun warm us? " I suddenly understand that the sunshine in my heart is so important that I feel the existence of love. The next day, I found her and said, "Look, the sunshine outside is so good! I also hope that we are as good as we are now. " We smiled at each other, and all the contradictions were melted by the warm sunshine.

Life needs warmth and sunshine.

2. The essay on the subject of check-in should be no less than 600 words. Happy childhood has slowly passed away, and beautiful scenes are flowing in the long river of memory.

I remember when I was five years old, an acrobatic troupe came near our community. I heard suona and gongs and drums.

My heart itches, but grandma won't let me go out alone easily. Her old man often said, "Xue Rui, the children's house can't go out without grandma's permission.

If you violate it, you will be fined for not eating ice cream for one month! "My eyebrows a wrinkly, succeed. I crept to grandma's room, only to find that she was busy with her "cross stitch" with reading glasses.

Look, how focused! I touched my grandmother's knee with my hand and said to her, "grandma, good grandma, I always play by myself." How boring! Please tell me a story! ..... "Grandma is embroidering in a key place and can't stop. Had to say: "good boy, don't interrupt, go and play!" " "As soon as I heard this, I jumped on the roof with joy.

A gust of wind ran to the circus. When I got there, I saw the people there surrounded the outer three floors and the inner three floors. I am desperate to go to the front.

How interesting! A little dog is dancing, and a little sister is carrying a green snake on her shoulder ... But when a puppy comes to collect money with a plate, I am shocked. Little sister came up to the dog and said, "Let's go, Huahua, little sister has no money."

There is a look of hatred in the puppy's eyes. My face suddenly turned red, like an apple ripe in autumn.

My heart is full of guilt.

Leave a 600-word composition on the topic. The traces left by the years, like a long river without a source, are rushing forward endlessly.

Many years of Cang Sang have left people with too many thoughts and memories. Some of them brushed away the dust accumulated by the years with their sleeves, and some even drifted away together because of the passage of time. Open the memoirs left by the years, and the things that make you unforgettable are absolutely the most, perhaps there are joys and sorrows.

Whether we are happy or sad, we should thank the years for leaving these things behind. When we recall them, we will somehow ignite the raging fire in our hearts and set off waves in our hearts ... some make us excited, while others make us stronger. It can be said that they share surprises and sorrows with us.

Many times we forget the traces left by the years. Some people say that this is a betrayal of the past. However, I think that some unbearable thoughts may be diluted by the water in the long river of years, and let them drift with the wind with a generous wave of your hand. This is the mind of a wise man. Don't burn your heart forever because of the pain left behind.

Life has left painful memories and too many regrets. Too many regrets make us unable to see the color of life, thinking that we are the only helpless person in the world and can't get up all day. Hair falls from the sun to the curtains, and a tear makes the Pacific Ocean tide.

Too many regrets will also make a person, and repeated failures will make him stronger and harder. As the saying goes, gentle water drops can penetrate the stone! They have patience, confidence and courage to make regrets come true! Of course, the past has passed, which does not mean the present or the future. Let's soar in the future sky! Composition 2: I left, leaving only these. In the daily rush, I always keep thinking: What else will I lose? Losing relatives, pets, food, sleep or friends? Feeling down and out is unpleasant, afraid of panic and loss.

A year has passed, which means that we are separated. When I hugged my dearest friend, I felt a feeling I had never felt before. Is this love? Listen to the heartbeat quietly. I see.

We left, but left a friendship that we can't erase for a lifetime, so deep. This is like the sun's middle-aged heyday, so enthusiastic.

That's a gift from heaven. Let's remember each other again. Gratitude or nostalgia?

That happy picture comes to my mind from time to time. I have been sad, but my friend, you left me the word "hard" to remember that you never had anything, but in the arrangement of fate, you left me a lot of things.

Young and ignorant, only the pain of parting, but I don't know the rest of gratitude. Because of "fate", we got together. This is fate's retribution, and we all accept it gladly. Have we ever encouraged each other and left anything behind? Perhaps this is God's test: Is friendship strong? Is there something wrong with fate? Today is a continuation of yesterday, tomorrow is today's hope, and today is tomorrow's history.

If you can, please continue to make history ... I left my songs, my articles, my efforts and my books. Thought we missed each other.

Your kind greeting makes me sad. Did you leave this for me? Your indifference made me cry. Did you leave this for me? Your back reminds me of someone. Did you leave this for me? It doesn't matter, I will take it as a souvenir. When I leave, I will leave my blessings and happiness to the people I love.

I'm sorry to leave, but this is all I can leave you.

4. Write 800 words on the topic of going or staying. Stay in that short and beautiful time, and let the world stay in the happiest moment.

Leave that happy reunion, be more happy and less distressed; Leave a magnificent scene of "flying down three thousands of feet, suspecting that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days", let your wonderful eyes see the concept of "miracle" clearly, experience the artistic conception of "mountains and rivers can't be traced back" from the exploration, and melt into the excitement and relief of "another village with a bright future" in the result. Vibrant spring 65438+ October, the world is blue, spring comes late, flowers and trees are in full bloom.

The orioles showed off their songs heartily, and a beautiful country girl picked Artemisia leisurely. "Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of 10,000 pear trees." The green * * * flows on the earth, and spring comes so fast! Miss Chun's hand is magical, melting the frozen ice and snow, awakening the stream "Ding Dong Ding Dong", and the stream began to beat again, and then the smooth road slipped to the end of the day.

Soft wicker flutters with the wind, revealing a graceful body, like countless dexterous and soft fingers.

The spring rain is coming, and the whole world is full of poetry. "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently! " Spring is so refreshing.

Keep fantastic colors and the smell of breeze. Hot summer hot summer is coming. It is coming with countless golden fire dragons, spraying countless golden waterfalls.

The earth is exposed to tears, and every family hides under the green trees to enjoy the cool. Watermelon has become a must-have item for summer vacation. The earth is like a hot pot, wrapped in hot air. "The bright moon surprises magpie, and the breeze knows at midnight." In summer, there is another companion who depends on each other day and night-"cicada". Its intermittent cry is better than a lullaby to pursue the soul. At night, it's quiet. It also reminded me of the thought of "lifting myself to look, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, and I suddenly thought of home", and the bright moonlight also became a memory of chasing the soul of poetry.

Leave the quiet and bright moonlight and let our hearts sing poetry together. Autumn is crisp, and the empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening.

It is also a day when everything on earth is reluctant to part. They will leave the place where they were born and sacrifice on the ground. There is also a poem, "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more." Everything on the earth was drunk, so dizzy that I put on my golden pajamas and threw myself into the arms of the earth. The original dense leaves are falling, sitting under the tree, feeling a little "leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall".

Autumn is really cool! Keep the feeling of complete conscience in your heart and make yourself relaxed and happy all the time. The snowy winter has come, and we can't help thinking of plum blossoms. "There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and cold ling is a sole proprietor.

Knowing far away is not snow, because there is fragrance ",the only flower soul that can represent the sons and daughters of China, China people should not give in under any circumstances! Thick silver gauze covers the earth, a white scene, no beauty of flowers, no hot happiness, no eye-catching feeling, but it has a magnificent appearance, and the white appearance symbolizes innocence and happiness. Keep the national spirit of plum blossom in your heart. Winter symbolizes happiness and strength.

5. The composition with the topic of leaving left more than footprints. Liang, Guangdong, I was lying in a rocking chair, letting the warm sunshine spread all over my body.

When time cuts the skin one by one, all I have left is a breathing skin and a pile of memories. It's not that I don't want to respond to the call of the Lord, but I'm still a little worried and have an incomplete feeling.

When I close my eyes, I know what I am looking for. I saw me in my prime.

Oh, how high-spirited and proud it was! In order to fight for women's rights and medical security for children, I ran here and there. Put up posters, hand out leaflets, and sleep only three hours a day.

I miss the enthusiasm at that time. When I measured the distance between China and India with my footprints, when I visited the old traces of Mother Teresa, I was supported by full enthusiasm. That is the pursuit of ideals, that is the concern for life.

Across the Loess Plateau, across the Taklimakan Desert, across Nepal, across the Indian border, I found Mother Teresa. In the humble place where she has helped countless poor people, I did an unforgettable thing-stomping heavily on the ground.

I think at that time, I left not only footprints, but also my respect. Ah, here comes the fog.

The fog dissipated in a place full of peach trees. Is that me? Against the backdrop of peach blossoms, my face is redder.

There is an intoxicating fragrance in the flower fragrance, which is as sweet as me and the people around me. At that time, I was so persistent that I had to count the peach trees by the river with him.

In fact, where did he know my "bad heart"? Some people say that walking under a peach tree with your lover will make you happy all your life.

Of course, at the end of the forest, not only footprints are left, but also long vows and gentle whispers. The wind stopped and started again.

The wind blew a little girl's ponytail. Ah, why do you think of this "bad thing"? The little girl was so playful that she took down the quilt aired in the yard and played on the trampoline. The price was a fall! The ending can be imagined. On the one hand, there is a mother who scolds loudly, and on the other hand, there are girls running around the yard! The quilt was washed again, but it still left a faint footprint.

Of course, I left not only footprints, but also whip marks on my * * * and childlike innocence ... When I opened my eyes again, I still felt the sunshine. I have picked up so many footprints, big and small, deep and shallow, and I thank myself for having a life course.

Time annihilated my enthusiasm, swallowed up my innocence and found my childlike interest, but I couldn't erase those footprints. Oh, those footprints, how can they be just footprints ... picking up footprints, I seem to have picked up a life.

Aside from Shenzhen candidates, there are two tribes living on both sides of a flowing river. (The beginning is novel and attractive, as if telling a fairy tale) Although it was raised by a river, the gap between the rich and the poor is clear at a glance.

People call the peasants on the left bank of the river poor, while the peasants on the right bank of the river are naturally rich. The job of the poor is to farm and plant trees every day, and patches of forests and orchards are the only property left by nature.

The poor often say, "It's all women's fault. If they hadn't insisted on keeping these trees, we would have had resin, wood and foreign exchange like the rich. " The job of the rich is to cut down a lot of trees every day and earn a lot of foreign exchange.

The tribe of the rich got rid of poverty and built tall buildings that the poor never thought of. They often say, "This is the wealth left by nature." The misunderstanding and complaints of the poor, the wealth and complacency of the rich are in sharp contrast, paving the way for the following. ) The poor often look at the sky and say, "The poor are the poor. The sky is blue, white and blue, and there is no extra color.

E79FA5E98193E58685E5AEB931333236383535 "Rich people often look at the sky and say," See that gray cloud in the sky? Gray represents wisdom, which is a favor left by nature. "Many years later, many strange diseases occurred in rich places, and the climate gradually deteriorated.

They began to take boats and moved to poor places with a lot of wealth. The woman who made trouble kept them out.

They will cut down all our trees. We don't want wealth. We just want to leave soil, water and clean air. The rich man dismissed this and walked away.

As a result, women have once again become "sinners" of the poor. Great changes have taken place in the situation, highlighting the role of women, while the poor, it should be said that poor and ignorant men are still complaining. Before long, the weather changed greatly, and the wind blew fiercely with dust.

No one expected it, and no one was ready. Suddenly, everything changed. When the poor people open their eyes to start a new day's labor, they simply can't recognize the place opposite the rich: high-rise buildings collapsed and the land was eroded, leaving only a pile of ruins on the beautiful Yuan Ye. The poor man looked at the forest and people froze.

Why ... the women finally spoke: "fortunately, we left the forest!" " "Women stick to the truth and leave their predecessors' trees behind. Facing the facts, these people finally woke up.

I made clear the theme of this article, which is to protect the ecological environment and not to be eager for quick success. What is happiness? Is happiness valuable? I wonder if I can find it. I started a long journey with anxiety.

6. Writing on the topic of parting 1: The traces left by the years are like a long river without source, rushing forward endlessly.

Many years of Cang Sang have left people with too many thoughts and memories. Some of them brushed away the dust accumulated by the years with their sleeves, and some even drifted away together because of the passage of time. Open the memoirs left by the years, and the things that make you unforgettable are absolutely the most, perhaps there are joys and sorrows.

Whether we are happy or sad, we should thank the years for leaving these things behind. When we recall them, we will somehow ignite the raging fire in our hearts and set off waves in our hearts ... some make us excited, while others make us stronger. It can be said that they share surprises and sorrows with us.

Many times we forget the traces left by the years. Some people say that this is a betrayal of the past. However, I think that some unbearable thoughts may be diluted by the water in the long river of years, and let them drift with the wind with a generous wave of your hand. This is the mind of a wise man. Don't burn your heart forever because of the pain left behind.

Life has left painful memories and too many regrets. Too many regrets make us unable to see the color of life, thinking that we are the only helpless person in the world and can't get up all day. Hair falls from the sun to the curtains, and a tear makes the Pacific Ocean tide.

Too many regrets will also make a person, and repeated failures will make him stronger and harder. As the saying goes, gentle water drops can penetrate the stone! They have patience, confidence and courage to make regrets come true.

7. Write a composition on the topic of "staying". On both sides of a flowing river, there are residents of two tribes. (The beginning is novel and attractive, as if telling a fairy tale) Although it was raised by a river, the gap between the rich and the poor is clear at a glance. People call the peasants on the left bank of the river poor, while the peasants on the right bank of the river are naturally rich.

The work of the poor is to farm and plant trees every day, and patches of forests and orchards are the only property left to them by nature. The poor often say, "It's all women's fault. If they hadn't insisted on keeping these trees, we would have had resin, wood and foreign exchange like the rich. " The job of the rich is to cut down a lot of trees every day and earn a lot of foreign exchange. The tribe of the rich got rid of poverty and built tall buildings that the poor never thought of. They often say, "This is the wealth left by nature."

The poor often look at the sky and say, "The poor are the poor. The sky is blue, white, blue, white, and there is no extra color. " The rich often look at the sky and say, "See that gray cloud in the sky? Gray represents wisdom, which is the favor left by nature. "

Many years later, many strange diseases occurred in rich places, and the climate gradually deteriorated. They began to take boats and moved to poor places with a lot of wealth. The woman who made trouble kept them out. They will cut down all our trees. We don't want wealth. We just want to leave soil, water and clean air. The rich man dismissed this and walked away. As a result, women have once again become "sinners" of the poor.

Before long, the weather changed greatly, and the wind came fiercely with dust. No one expected it, and no one was ready. Suddenly, everything changed. When the poor people open their eyes to start a new day's labor, they simply can't recognize the place opposite the rich: high-rise buildings collapsed and the land was eroded, leaving only a pile of ruins on the beautiful Yuan Ye.

The poor looked at the forest and people froze. Why ... the women finally spoke: "fortunately, we left the forest!" " "

8. Write an original composition of not less than 600 words with the topic of going or staying. In very cold winter, all the trees will wither. As I walked, I thought about an old question: what is life?

Inadvertently looked up and found a very eye-catching thing.

It stood there alone, and I stood in the distance, really unable to tell what it was. Among the many tall and straight trees, it is too ugly. I suddenly recognized it when I walked in front of it. However, I really can't bear to watch it. It's really sad.

It was a broken trunk, most of which was cut off by lightning, and the jagged branches stretched out into the air in disorder; There are many white spots as black as coal on the trunk; The shrinking bark broke away from the trunk and shivered in the cold wind.

When I looked at it, I saw many man-made scars on its mutilated body: some bark was peeled off, and many words were engraved on the trunk ... My heart was full of pity.

"Completely abandoned by life." I whispered to myself, and then turned with pity.

In a blink of an eye, spring came. One day, I was walking on the path. It was sunny all the way, and it was green everywhere, which made me deeply feel the vitality around me.

At the end of the path, in the green, I found it again, the crippled old tree.

It still stands there, still ugly. This image is out of harmony with everything around.

With pity, I slowly approached it ... but I soon found that there was something on the mutilated trunk that melted into the green of this spring.

When I approached, I was very surprised to see that a small green bud was pulled out of the broken trunk. In the warm early spring wind, in the surrounding green, it looks so weak, but it stands there so firmly. This is also different from the life around. It is completely tough, an indomitable tenacity that blends into life.

I stood there, staring at the green bud, and my heart suddenly rose with infinite admiration.

Look, it's alive!

Small buds with oval leaves are swaying in the wind, and half-old trees are shaking their branches, as if echoing and singing happily for their rebirth. I believe: with unyielding faith and tenacious struggle, the old tree will be reborn! As the new green expands day by day, the dark green symbolizing life will fill the branches again!

At the same time, it also solved the problem that has been bothering me: never give up in adversity, and strive to gain the hope of life is the most precious. Never give up, that's what we need to do. This is the greatness of life. What is life like? This is a simple and complicated question. This is simple for those who know life, but difficult for those who don't.

Only those who can explain life can have life.

That tree represents not death, but life, the continuation of life.

9. Write a composition on the topic of leaving 600 words. The radian of your mouth rose slightly, so beautiful and bright, and passed through the fog in my heart, taking me through that confused time.

Inscription: You just graduated from the university house. You are so full of vigor and vitality, and your flower-like appearance will make us feel at a loss. In our small town, you are like a phoenix flying in from the outside, shining brightly all over. We are all curious about you and full of desire to know you. But I don't run around you like others. I stayed in the corner and watched you give your smile to those lucky children around me, but your eyes didn't stop on me. Perhaps, I have never been a lucky one, and it is doomed that I can't accept the teacher's radiance.

After school, it is raining happily, and I am the only one left in the classroom. It seems that no one picked me up today, holding a schoolbag and rolling my trouser legs. I was just about to rush into the rain curtain. Suddenly, someone grabbed my arm and looked up. That beautiful face caught my eye. You asked me with concern, "Didn't anyone pick you up at home?" I bow my head.

"If you go home in the rain like this, you will get sick. Come on, I'll take you home. " You dragged me under the umbrella without saying anything. The road that usually feels bumpy and difficult to walk is not so annoying and not so short today.

The crash of raindrops on the umbrella, like a beautiful tune, struck my gentle heart. "Why didn't your parents come to pick you up?" Your words broke the silence between us.

"Because parents are not at home, they all go out to work, leaving only grandparents at home, and it is not convenient to move when they are old." "You don't like to talk. What's bothering you? Can you tell me? " I stopped. There is a little pain in my heart. How is it possible to peel it off so easily? I ran away and rushed into the heavy rain. Your cry came from behind me, but I didn't stop ... The next day, I opened the door of the classroom and there was a blessing from inside. The blackboard says, "Happy birthday to you!" " It looks so dazzling.

Tears fell from my eyes, as if they existed for this moment. My classmates surrounded me, and you came to me and said to me, "God is fair. Although you don't have the love and care of your parents, you can make up for your friendship from your friends. " Smile hangs on your face again, as if it were magic, slowly pushing my heart away and melting the ice in my heart.

As you said, with your smile, I gradually became cheerful. But one day, you will leave us.

Before I left, you asked my thoughts. I said I wanted you to leave a smile, and you froze. Immediately, you gave me the brightest smile. Because your smile has changed me, I will always thank and be grateful to you, my primary school teacher.

10. Write a composition with occupancy as the main topic.

On both sides of a flowing river, there are residents of two tribes.

Although it is separated by a river, the gap between the rich and the poor is clear at a glance. People call the peasants on the left bank of the river poor, while the peasants on the right bank of the river are naturally rich.

The work of the poor is to farm and plant trees every day, and patches of forests and orchards are the only property left to them by nature. The poor often say, "It's all women's fault. If they hadn't insisted on keeping these trees, we would have had resin, wood and foreign exchange like the rich. " The job of the rich is to cut down a lot of trees every day and earn a lot of foreign exchange. The tribe of the rich got rid of poverty and built tall buildings that the poor never thought of. They often say, "This is the wealth left by nature."

The poor often look at the sky and say, "The poor are the poor. The sky is blue, white, blue, white, and there is no extra color. " The rich often look at the sky and say, "See that gray cloud in the sky? Gray represents wisdom, which is the favor left by nature. "

Many years later, many strange diseases occurred in rich places, and the climate gradually deteriorated. They began to take boats and moved to poor places with a lot of wealth. The woman who made trouble kept them out. They will cut down all our trees. We don't want wealth. We just want to leave soil, water and clean air. The rich man dismissed this and walked away. As a result, women have once again become "sinners" of the poor.

Before long, the weather changed greatly, and the wind came fiercely with dust. No one expected it, and no one was ready. Suddenly, everything changed. When the poor people open their eyes to start a new day's labor, they simply can't recognize the place opposite the rich: high-rise buildings collapsed and the land was eroded, leaving only a pile of ruins on the beautiful Yuan Ye.

The poor looked at the forest and people froze. Why ... the women finally spoke: "fortunately, we left the forest!" " "