The structure of the door is very good.

In daily study, work and life, when it comes to composition, everyone is certainly familiar with it. Through composition, we can gather scattered thoughts together. Still at a loss for composition? The following are the excellent compositions I collected for you. Welcome to share.

I have a normal family, my father, my mother and me. For the weakest in my family, they protect me like an umbrella, making me feel warm all the time. For dad, mom became a weak person.

Our days always go forward over and over again. Every day, my mother says, "Hurry up, we will be late."

Every day, my father would say, "I'm going to work." It may be boring for others, but I just like this kind of life, simple and harmonious.

Because my father often goes out early and comes back late, I gradually rely more on my mother, as if everything can be solved as long as my mother is at home. However, I don't know, in fact, my mother also has "fragile" times.

That day, dad was on a business trip again. In the dead of night, the moonlight came out and shed its brilliance calmly. When I sleep, I can always hear soft footsteps. I slowly opened my eyes and looked out the door. It turned out that my mother was checking to see if the door was locked. "Mom, is the door locked?" "I know, I'll check it again." I shook my head in confusion and fell asleep again. I don't know how long it took, but I was awakened by the sound again. I even wonder if I'm sleepwalking. The next morning, I pestered my tired mother: "Mom, why do you always lock the door?" Mom looked sober: "Your father is not at home, I always feel that the door is unlocked." I can see that mom stayed up all night!

Finally, on the third day, my father came back, and my mother hummed a little song about housework happily. After dinner, my mother rested at eight o'clock, a few hours earlier than usual. She slept so soundly and peacefully. I want to ask my mother to watch TV together, but I can't wake up. That night, I didn't hear my mother check the door lock again and again.

It turns out that in mom's heart, dad is the door, the door in mom's heart, and the person to rely on!

Once upon a time, the word happiness had nothing to do with me. I once asked myself, "Does happiness belong only to others and not to me?" Although there are doubts, there is nowhere to solve them. Helpless, only one person can continue to struggle and wait for the arrival of happiness. Waiting is the only way for me to have happiness.

Although I don't know the taste of happiness, I often see the fruits of happiness. Gradually, I feel that happiness is a dazzling rainbow in the sky; Happiness is the smile and encouragement given when others are frustrated; Happiness is a helping hand when others are in trouble; Happiness is the sunshine that warms the vast land in winter; Happiness is a continuous spring rain, nourishing the dry seedlings. ...

Slowly, I understand what happiness is and the true meaning of happiness. In fact, happiness is everywhere, but it is covered by all kinds of worlds and ignored by busy people.

Looking back, I used to have a lot of happiness, but my heart has drifted away and I have never remembered the beauty of happiness.

Looking back on those lost happiness, it is still unforgettable. I vaguely remember that it was a cold winter morning and it was snowing outside the window. My mother gets up early. Lust for the warmth of the bed, and don't put on a heavy cotton-padded jacket until class time approaches. Looking at the snowflakes flying outside the window, I can't help shivering. Just as I opened the door to go to school, I saw my mother struggling in the snow, and her hair was covered with snowflakes. Seeing me standing there, my mother immediately smiled and handed the steaming steamed bread to me and said, "It won't be cold after breakfast." Looking at the wrinkles around my mother's eyes and her red and swollen hands, my tears are coming down. At that moment, I knew the taste of happiness.

The door to happiness is actually open. As long as we bravely intervene, we can enjoy the taste of happiness. Happiness is equal, as long as you embrace it, it will take care of you. What is lacking in the world is not happiness, but the courage to step into the door of happiness.

I am a scientist now, and I have invented many things-time mirror, layer change, magic pen ... but I am most proud of this-the Four Seasons Gate.

The Four Seasons Gate is my favorite invention in design, because it can let you know the weather, change colors at will and purify the air. Sunny days will turn into the same color as the sun, and cloudy days and rainy days can also turn into the same color as the sun. You don't have to watch the weather forecast. Just pay attention to the Four Seasons Gate in the morning, and it will tell you the weather today and tomorrow. If you want to know the weather this week, it will tell you that it can change color. The Four Seasons Gate can also purify the air, for example, it smells bad. It not only has these characteristics, but also allows you to stay in your room in spring, where you can see everything reviving, birds singing and flowers singing and dancing! I want to ask why, right? Because it can let you see the unreachable grassland, maybe this is the so-called "clairvoyance"! The Four Seasons Gate can reflect the scene there in your room, making you feel immersive. In summer, because of the hot weather, there are many snakes, insects, rats and ants, but your home is in sharp contrast with the outside. The four seasons door will make your room cool, just like being in the ocean, some bugs won't come, which will make you very comfortable. In autumn, you can smell the fragrance of fruits and vegetables in your room, which makes you very moist. In winter, it can keep warm and not freeze, and the four-season door can also prevent theft. Whenever you fall asleep, there will be a protective wall outside, where thieves can be attached to it and automatically call the police. It will never disturb your time in the countryside and protect your family and property.

Is the Four Seasons Gate I invented good?

There are four excellent compositions in the door, which divide a space into two spaces. Close the door, the two spaces may be familiar or unfamiliar; Open the door, there will be fewer obstacles between the two, and maybe it will pass.

The door slammed shut. The door separated her face, but it was not a continuous voice.

The sun slowly sprinkled on the bed through the window, which made people lazy, but I was pulled out of bed mercilessly.

"Mom, where is the fried dough-strips soybean milk promised last night?"

My mother suddenly stopped all her work and looked at me nervously. "Isn't there porridge in the pot? Besides, it's good to eat. Choose, choose! " Gradually, my mother regained her majesty and formidable momentum and began to preach to me.

"I didn't pick it. I don't know who asked me what to eat tomorrow morning last night, and I agreed to my request. You promised yourself, and I didn't force you! " As soon as I retorted, a series of war of words began.

Mom has been chanting, which makes people extremely unhappy!

I slammed the door in a rage, and that aggressive face finally disappeared into my sight.

The room was quiet, so I hid behind the door and waited to vent my anger.

It seems that her voice is still ringing outside the door, but the voice is getting smaller and smaller, and a few footsteps are faintly heard. She's still outside the door! Am I wrong about her? Could she have accidentally forgotten something important? Should I forgive her? Countless ideas flooded up at once.

The footsteps outside seem to be hovering.

I thought about it again and again, and finally got up and walked to the door. Press the doorknob, but I didn't expect her to press the doorknob with me, and this is the first time she took the initiative to apologize to me. Two words of mutual apology let's hug each other tightly.

The opening of two doors bound our feelings together. That door will always be open, open there.

The rabbit at the wrong door heard that grandma was ill. Despite the storm, the rabbit hurried to grandma's house, and the rabbit who went to the wrong door wrote a composition. Walking, the little rabbit got lost. There is only a shabby hut nearby. He went to the door and asked, "Is there anyone inside?" "Come on in!" There is a warm voice in the room. The rabbit was shivering with cold. It wanted to go in to warm up, so it pushed open the door and went in. "bang!" The door behind him was closed tightly, and a thin and tall wolf stood at the door and said, "That's very kind of you. I have been looking forward to your arrival for many days! " "The rabbit was surprised and smiled casually at once. The wolf wanted to eat the rabbit at once, but found it boring after a long time, so he decided to let the rabbit chat with him. So he said, "it's snowing so hard outside that fools go out!" ""At this moment, the little rabbit came up to the wolf piteously and said, "Good sir, please let me live here. I am a child without a home! ""The little rabbit began to cry. " Why do you live here? "The wolf feels very strange." I got a terrible illness, and my family kicked me out and avoided me when they knew I was ill. Hearing this, the wolf stared like a walnut: "What? ! You came to me when you were sick. Who do you think I am? Get out of here! Get out! "The wolf wants to hit the rabbit, but he is afraid of getting sick." Are you kicking me out, too? "Little Nutbrown hare walked out as he spoke." Then let's meet again! "I'll open the door! "The wolf doesn't want the rabbit to touch anything in the house." I'm not an idiot. I can't live long after eating you sick rabbit! The wolf ran outside, afraid that the rabbit would come near him. The rabbit went into the snow, waved like a wolf, and then hurried away. The wolf looked at the rabbit in the distance and stamped his foot severely and said, "remember, I don't want to see you again, you unlucky rabbit!" " "

There are many doors in this world: wooden doors, iron doors ... no one can name all the doors, but no matter which door, there are some that can't be opened and some that can be opened. So, which doors can be opened and which doors cannot be opened?

First, the door of life. There are doors everywhere in life, and there is a broken wooden door in my house. Last year, a group of terrible "uninvited guests" settled under the door. Yes, it is a wasp. Please, be careful when you go out, or you will be stung by a wasp. Cause inflammation and swell up a big bag, which needs to be pulled out, disinfected and bandaged in the hospital. Later, the bold use of pesticides solved this problem In life, doors can basically be opened. But some of them can't be opened, so we should distinguish right from wrong and act cautiously at ordinary times.

Second, the heart door. Told us a story, like this:

Once, he went to the market to buy pig blood to eat. Before I went to a stall, I bought some pig blood from the stall owner. The stall owner took a few pieces of pig blood. The teacher saw that there was no hole in pig blood and wondered why there was no hole in pig blood. Everything you usually buy has holes! The stall owner was afraid of missing the stuffing when he saw the teacher looking at the pig blood on his hand. So he shook the pig blood on his hand and said with a smile, "Don't look, will I sell expired pig blood?" Look at this pig blood, don't buy it. "The teacher saw the vendor like this and bought it from a 70-year-old man next to him. The old man weighed a few pieces and gave them to him. Although the color and appearance of that piece are not as good as the last one, there is a small hole, and the teacher bought it without saying anything.

Afterwards, the teacher checked online and found that many black-hearted businessmen used iron powder and glue to fake pig blood. Merchants then sold fake pig blood at low prices, causing many people to get sick and even die after eating it. We are all angry when we hear these things! So: not every door can be opened, but there is one door that can't be opened, and that is the door of greed.

When it comes to which door can be opened and which door cannot be opened, everyone should understand this truth: the door of the mind that is beneficial to oneself and harmful to others cannot be opened.

Teacher's comment: the hornet's nest in life is linked with the teacher's case, and finally it is cleverly summarized.

There are many animals living happily in the forest.

One day, the lion king in the forest rushed out of the forest and saw a door. The lion was curious, so he suddenly bumped his head. Unexpectedly, the door didn't open, but there was a bag on my head. The lion was angry. He called all the animals in the forest and said to everyone, "This door is very strange. Let you see if there are any other strange places. " The elephant said, "hey, this door is just an ordinary door." Look at mine! " "After that, the elephant hit him on the head, and his head was wrapped up and there was no crack in the door." Gee, that's strange. The ordinary door opened as soon as I hit it, and there was no key at all. What happened this time? "The elephant said doubtfully.

The lion said, "Who can open this door ..." Then the bear said, "I'm coming, I'm coming." After that, the bear kicked hard and fell to the ground. His feet were swollen, but the door didn't move at all, and the bear began to suspect.

At this time, the clever monkey came to the door, knocked on the door with his hand and said, "Is there anyone inside?" Then the door opened a little, and the little rabbit said, "Is there anyone living in it?" The door opened a little more. Finally, the little squirrel came to the door and said in a gentle voice, "Can we go in?" Finally, the door finally opened.

When they went in, they saw a delicious meal. Elephants and bears also ran over and ate directly without asking. Rabbits, lions and squirrels are very angry, so they go out. As soon as they went out, the door closed and the bear and elephant were locked in.

Later, everyone realized that only courtesy can naturally open the door.

My hometown is at the mouth of Yongjiang River, which is a famous city in the south of the Yangtze River. Beautiful scenery and attractive snacks attract tourists, but I am most proud of all kinds of bridges with their own characteristics.

The bridge embodies the characteristics of our land of plenty in Ningbo and adds beauty to the beautiful Yongcheng. There are many kinds of bridges: arched, flat and made of stone ... they are really dotted and countless. People walk by the Moon Lake, and you can see a bridge in a dozen steps. When I go to Sanjiangkou, I can see Lingqiao, Qinqiao, Jiangxia Bridge and so on. Do you think there are many bridges in Ningbo?

Lingqiao is the most famous one here. Across the Three Rivers, there is only one bridge opening without piers. A ship of more than ten tons can pass under it, and its shape is similar to that of its neighbor "Qinqiao". There are thousands of cars and people passing by on grandpa Lingqiao road every day. Lingqiao passed the "physical examination" three times, and now it still stands on the river, regardless of the wind and rain, never flinching. The scenery around Lingqiao is also beautiful. People stand on Lingqiao, looking down, looking at the surging river in the east, overlooking the tiger hills and shade in the west, and the high-rise buildings on both sides of the strait. Looking at this charming scenery, you will never leave.

The times are developing and Ningbo is advancing. Now, all kinds of cement bridges and overpasses have replaced the ancient stone bridges. We in Ningbo are building the longest sea-crossing bridge in the world: Hangzhou Bay Sea-crossing Bridge. It is magnificent. When 20xx is completed and opened to traffic, I invite you to visit here.

I love my beautiful hometown, and I love all kinds of bridges in my hometown.

I really want to secretly open the door of my bedroom-it seems that I have never opened that door.

With the completion of the new house, I have my own room. At that time, I was young. If I don't open the door, I'm too timid to sleep. I still remember one day in summer when it suddenly thundered in the middle of the night. When I woke up, I opened my eyes and found the door closed. Suddenly, a flash of lightning in the dark room scared me to cry. It was my mother who came in to put me to sleep that night.

After entering middle school, I feel that I have grown up. It seems that it doesn't matter whether I close the door at night. Sometimes, I think it's better to close the door, because I can read my favorite books until midnight, but my parents won't notice.

Entering the second day of junior high school, the learning task is heavy. It is said that the second day is the key, so I won't spend so much time (in fact, I don't have that much time) reading my favorite books.

My parents always close the door tightly so as not to disturb me. On the other side of the door is the soft light of parents watching TV; On this side of the door is a lonely desk lamp, sitting at my desk with me, staring blankly at the pile of exercises at a loss. As a result, I seldom come to talk to my parents, and my parents don't want me to stay there. They think I will be attracted by TV and waste my time. And that door, like a thick barrier, opened the distance between my parents and me. Sometimes I can't help being lonely. I opened the door and came to my parents to enjoy the warm atmosphere with them, but suddenly I found that there was no longer that warm smile on their faces. I see, all I can "enjoy" is the pile of tall problem sets and the cold desk lamp.

I closed the door quietly. I sat quietly at my desk, and the pile of exercises seemed to turn into a ferocious face, grinning at me. Suddenly, I felt a sour feeling. I remembered the open door in the past ... It was late at night and I wanted to open it. ......

10 I am a person who loves learning. I have developed a strong interest in Chinese since I was a child, and Chinese is my favorite subject composition. Every time I write a composition, I am full of ideas and write articles that I am deeply proud of. I am a person who likes nature. Every time I see the ripples of the lotus pond smile, the branches overlook the weathered plum blossoms, the green dances in the rain curtain, and the "broken silver" jumps in the sun, which creates inspiration for me. Maybe this is the secret of learning Chinese well!

I like Chinese because of the naive teaching of Chinese teachers in primary schools. Her teaching method is unique. She always extracts the main points of an article, makes a little analysis, and then lets us absorb this knowledge together. When writing a composition, she asked us to write a real case. Because I was too lazy in primary school, I always wrote a little, and my level was naive and not good-looking. After the teacher knew it, he said to me, "Writing is not very good, but don't be too naive.". Think about the surrounding environment, rain curtain, blue sky and white clouds, which can make your invisible wings fly freely! " After listening to her words, I often pay attention to observation and find that everything around me is so beautiful, so I fly in the sky of composition and improve my writing level. In the meantime, I prefer Chinese.

Chinese is everywhere, and it gives us a pair of invisible wings. Although it is sometimes complicated, such as reading, it is as profound as looking for a needle in a haystack. But sometimes it is your learning realm that sublimates. In fact, Chinese is not limited to a small area and the same topic, and its expressions are varied.

In short, I just like Chinese, an unspeakable love, an unspeakable feeling!

1 1 Most people will complain: Everyone else can succeed, why can't I? However, many people will say: sometimes success is not as difficult as people think. Why do they complain like this?

Yes, there will always be successful people and unsuccessful people in the world. Shouldn't we reflect on this?

In today's society, materialistic, white-collar and blue-collar, sweating like rain for livelihood and success. They are also very bitter and tired, and they have been persisting and struggling, but in the end they have not changed the status quo. White-collar workers are still sweating and blue-collar workers are still bleeding. Is God unfair? I don't think so. May I ask: Did they stick it out? Maybe if they persist in the end, they will not die in the obscurity, inaction and change of a post. These are all things that people should reflect on. Perhaps, they are only one step away from success, but they flinch.

Many times, we must see life clearly and understand reality.

No expert in the world can be sure that a person will succeed only with courage and self-confidence. However, many people around us have succeeded, even if they only account for a few excellent qualities, it is undeniable that they have succeeded and you have not. I have asked many successful people what is the secret of their success, and their answers are all the same: "There is no way to recover from doubts, and there is another village." This is the best interpretation. I don't understand. Is that all? Many people don't break through themselves, stagnate and get lost on the road to success. I don't want to believe that the road to success is so simple.

Now, I have to admit that their answers can't be more accurate. Sometimes, I even feel sad and distressed for those who are struggling and depressed. They worked hard all their lives, but failed to break through themselves. They gave up at the last minute and got nothing. They don't know that as long as they take a step forward, the door to success will open to them. ...

In fact, the door to success is left unlocked, as long as you can go forward and gently push it away.

12 The front door of the classroom is a double door facing north. This is a standard wooden rectangle with a window on it. This door is very high, and it is difficult for Miss Li, who is on the high side, to touch the door frame in high heels. I think only Yao Ming, who is more than two meters tall, can touch the window bar at the top of the door.

This door is also very wide, and three students can squeeze in through the open door at the same time. A row of iron bars is firmly installed on the window at the top of the door. The door frame is orange, with a little white paint on it, and the door is yellow, covered with fine wood grain, giving off a natural and clear smell of logs, which smells good.

I have been looking for this door for many years, and the lock on it is rusty. The door was damaged beyond recognition by some students who like to sabotage. It's like a weather-beaten old man. In summer, it shields us from the hot sun, and in winter, it shields us from the cold wind. It makes such selfless dedication, but it doesn't get any love and respect from its classmates.

This door is covered with students' words written in chalk, which has completely ruined the face. Those words seem to be engraved and can't be erased. The lower part of the door is even more terrible, full of shocking footprints, and it is also the credit of the students. Some people never push the door in and out with their hands, but kick it open with one foot. This door really reflects the uncivilized behavior of our class.

Looking at the door in front of me, I have a lot of thoughts. Different doors lead to different worlds. Some children scowl as soon as they enter the school gate, and cheer as soon as they enter the playground gate. Some adults are depressed as soon as they enter the company, but they become cheerful as soon as they enter the house. Of course, there are also children who like to study and adults who like to work, but not many.

It's fun to do what you like. But as long as you work hard to like what you are doing, no matter what you do, what kind of door you enter, whether you study or play, work or rest, you will be happy.

There is only one door between success and failure. But you need a key to open it. The point is, we need to find it.

Notes before the text of a book or after the title of an article.

I walked into the examination room of Imagination Cup with confidence. Haha, I'm sure I can win the first national prize! I walked and thought. The bright sunshine shines on me as if smiling at me; A refreshing breeze brushed my cheek as if to cheer me up.

"sasha vujacic" students scrambled to leave their marks on the paper, and scrambled to write down the answers. I glanced at the paper and my heart was filled with joy. Hey, it's so easy! I don't care. I finished the paper easily, and my deskmate gave me a surprised look. I was so proud that I rushed out of the examination room as soon as I handed in my paper and said to my mother, "Needless to say, I know what the first question is and what the second question is." My mother suddenly beamed and repeatedly praised me for doing well in the exam, and I was also elated.

I thought the door to success had been opened to me.

The exam results finally came out. I turned on the computer hopefully, searched for "Imagination Cup exam results" and quickly entered the word "Ji" in the name column. I always said to myself in my heart, "You must be the first in the country!" However, with the appearance of that big "66 points" and "the first prize of the whole province", my eyes suddenly went black. Only 66 points?

Only then did I realize that the door to real success had not been opened. There is a big lock on this dusty door. This lock is covered with strange dust. The name of the dust is "pride". And that key hidden in people's hearts is called "effort". Only by brushing away the dust of pride with humility and taking out the key to hard work with struggle can we unlock the lock of success and open the door to success! Previous pride and failure to review before the exam are the reasons for failure!

Success requires humility and hard work, but what is most needed is experience. Failure is not terrible. The terrible thing is, how can we open the door to success without learning lessons and summing up experience after failure?

The excellent composition of 14 is very common in our life. Different doors have different functions. Let me tell you about this door.

The doors we see are generally rectangular, but there are also some other shapes, such as round and arched. Some doors are made of wood, some are made of iron and some are made of cement. Different materials play different roles!

For example, the security door is made of iron, and its main function is to prevent theft. It is not easy for thieves to pry it open. Because it has lock cores at the top, bottom, left and right, pry one open and the others are still locked; The bedroom door and bathroom door are made of wood, whose main function is not to be disturbed when sleeping and to protect personal privacy; Some kitchen doors are made of wood, some are made of plastic steel, some are made of iron, and the doors are inlaid with beautiful glass or patterns. Its function is that the oil smoke will not run outside when cooking; The doors in the park are all made of cement, some are round and some are arched, which increases the artistic color of viewing.

There are many doors in life, but one door is very important to us. This is a door that we have, and it is also a door that we ignore.

The first is the "door" of life. When you open this door, the world will be more colorful. Newborn birds are hungry to feed, and newborn babies cry for the first time in the world. In spring, the grass can't wait to grow buds from the soil ... this door brings life to everything.

Second, the "door" of wisdom can enrich our horizons, increase our knowledge and improve people's quality of life; The third is the "door" of love, which is also the most important door. If everyone opens this door, then all of us will respect the old and love the young, help others, care for others, and let this love pass from person to person. With this door, the world will be more and more harmonious.

In a word, doors have too many functions for us. They make our world full of vitality and richness.

Door 15 excellent composition knocks on the door of happiness

Spring, like a group of graceful masked girls, wants to hide and show, vaguely revealing her infinite charm. Outside the window, the morning light gradually emerged, and that touch of red was also spreading quietly. People in the sun, frowning slightly, with a layer of gold on their faces, hurried and enjoyed all the way, smelling the warmth and shyness of girls in spring with the freshness of early spring.

These days, I am far away from the exuberance that spring is quietly budding, away from the hidden and obvious noise in the street, and often live quietly in my study alone, with the support of one leg to let the days flow by.

I have never been so idle, watching a series from beginning to end. Maybe his leg is broken and he has nowhere to go? May be tempted by "happiness" in "Knocking on Happiness"? Or, is there some kind of happiness floating in the bones?

I like Jiang, but I don't like her performance of Jiang Lu. On TV, women dare to love and hate, which is a question of right and wrong. Black is black, white is white, and the edges and corners are so distinct; Emotional things, stems are not stems, leaves are not leaves, and branches and vines are entangled. After watching 36 episodes, I didn't see any happiness.

What happened to that Song Yusheng? Handsome? Insufficient. Responsibility? It's nothing. Only avoidance in the cracks and unprincipled filial piety. When his woman was dragged back into deep humiliation and pain by an anonymous letter, he was alone in repressed resentment and grand selfishness; When this middle-aged woman who is as thin as cicada's wings is ready to abort her little life with hope, Song Yusheng, as her husband, still lets herself fall into the escape of losing her mind.

Is he really worth Jiang Lu's efforts?

I have a feeling that if I had to choose my lover, I would definitely choose Wang Yidi. That Jiang Pei is a woman who has been soft and immersed in happiness without knocking at the door. In authentic Shanghainese, don't be too happy!