Excellent composition in hand

In normal study, work and life, everyone will be exposed to writing to some extent. With the help of writing, you can vent your emotions and adjust your mood. So, how to write a composition? The following is my excellent hand-held composition, for reference only, and I hope it will help you.

Holding hands with excellent composition 1 like water, the branches climb up a bright moon and shed brilliance, which is a little faint. My mother and I walked on the path, and the time after dinner was relaxed and comfortable.

I just heard about the fire in Notre Dame de Paris this morning, and when I saw that the minaret was ruthlessly bent by the fire, my heart pulled up. Although I have never been to Notre Dame de Paris, I have read about it in countless books. I want to walk along the Seine to Dai Xi Island near Notre Dame and listen to the bell ring slowly. Looking back on a hundred years of history, I don't know that it survived countless wars in France and suffered numerous hardships, so it was destroyed.

On such an ordinary day, the sun rises as usual, pigeons hover as usual, tourists take pictures as usual, and everything is normal, but Notre Dame de Paris stood still for a moment and never appeared again.

I remember the writer Lin Qingxuan died last year, so suddenly, at the age of 65. I still remember the Mediterranean on his head, humorous and approachable. The person who taught me to race against time in the fourth grade text lost time like that.

"The meat sauce will expire, the saury will expire, and even the plastic wrap will expire." We watched those lives drift away, only to know that life sometimes does not stay. Parting is not "the grass is blue beside the ancient road outside the pavilion", nor is it "the evening wind blows over the residual willows and the sunset crosses the distant mountains" Just a moment, it passed.

Maybe one day there is a seat missing at the dinner table, maybe two people in love become one person, or maybe the buddies playing around bicker and lose. We only seize the present and the present all our lives.

So, go and see if you want, do it if you want, and wait for me.

I quietly took my mother's hand, clasped my fingers, kissed his cheek and said, "Let's travel to Japan with my father this summer vacation, haven't you always wanted to go?"

She smiled and held my hand tightly.

Hand in hand excellent composition 2 I have experienced the magnificence of Mount Tai, the exquisiteness of Xiangshan and the noise of the city, but I have never read Jiangnan with a long history. A person has many complex, Jiangnan is a complex in my mid-term, a complex that drags me down.

Jiangnan is a charming word and a charming place. Today, I finally held hands with it. The mountains there are handsome, the water there is like a gentle girl, Jiangnan is the most beautiful paradise in the world, and I have a special liking for Jiangnan.

Walking into the south of the Yangtze River is like jumping into a colorful picture. If Jiangnan is a meaningful river, then Jiangnan is the faint music flowing on the strings. Holding hands in the south of the Yangtze River, I saw the dreamy water town, the amorous handsome men and beautiful women in Yang Liuan, the Maple Bridge full of affectionate guests and worries in the waves, and the moonlit night on the beautiful Twenty-four Bridges. ...

Long flowing water can't wash away the shadow of the small building last night. It has experienced the storms of Tang and Song Dynasties, waiting for the years of history. No one will forget the past, present and future crystallization of countless hard workers. The stone road at the foot twists and turns to the future, telling the unfinished story, and the lingering sound makes your heart fly.

How many talented people and beautiful women are fascinated by this fascinating and fleeting paradise! How many poets compete to recite it and carve it! Join hands with Jiangnan, and you will find that it is really a lovely paradise! The water here is a tender woman, and the mountains here are stalwart and handsome men, and the mountains and rivers blend harmoniously into a perfect swan song. Jiangnan itself is a natural and beautiful painting with an ancient charm. How can you not let people get entangled in it?

Oblique halo, long river. When I was building a unique river, I opened the old window and recited a poem by Li Yu. I wonder if it's still the feeling of spring flowers and autumn moon?

Jiangnan is a mysterious and gorgeous teenager, so you can't wait to hug her; Jiangnan is a handsome and tall man, and you can't help holding her hand. It takes a careful heart to hold hands and taste Jiangnan.

In this way, with the hard feelings in my heart, I took the faint hand of Jiangnan and came to Jiangnan, where I had been in love for a long time.

Hand in hand excellent composition 3 "Falling flowers are independent, Swifts fly together." Yan is lonely; "Dancing to find shadows is just like on the earth." Su Shi is lonely; "Since yesterday, I have to leave me and Potter." Li Bai is lonely …

Shuttling through the crowded crowd, listening to the peddlers' cries and the roar of street stereos, and watching the decadent neon lights of the city that never sleeps, I walked past strange faces, whose faces were either happy or sad, but more indifferent or insensitive. At this time, I was thinking, it's so close, but it seems that across the Qian Shan, I can't guess their minds and don't know their stories. Occasionally, I will meet my childhood playmates, but there is no laughter and laughter before, only chilling and missing. At this time, I always look back and smile at my own shadow. I think I'm lonely.

When I came down from the dormitory, I walked past the canteen, dropped my test paper, found a quiet place on campus and put everything in my room. Quietly suspicious of the freehand brushwork sky, half rustling, half red flying in the north and geese flying in the south, the rain gently bounces, loneliness seems to reach out to me, I gently hold it, my fingertips are cool, I look up and see the flowers bloom, and the clouds in the sky are light, light and gone, leaving me with eternal loneliness and freedom, alone with the spirit of heaven and earth.

When I was sitting in the car, listening to the constant jabbing and looking at the endless stream of cars, I seemed to see such a desolate desert, endless sandstorms, wind blowing sand and sand riding the wind. It's just that this city is more desolate than the desert. Just like in the eternal barren time, just like in the vast universe, have you ever been remembered? A me? Remember this endless stream of cars? No, just lonely. Join hands with loneliness and never be silent.

The art of living is boring. It's sad to hold your hand. Because after holding hands, it is to let go. Letting go seems chic, but it's actually very helpless. But in my eyes, holding hands has another meaning.

When I was a child, I always liked to hold hands with my parents. My father's hands are generous and firm, so I am not afraid of wind and rain, and I am not afraid of being bullied. Mother's hands are warm and amiable, and holding them means enjoying incomparable happiness and endless care.

When I grow up, I look forward to holding the teacher's hand. These hands can cultivate the most dazzling flowers, representing knowledge and wisdom. Holding these hands can absorb more nutrition and thrive.

After that, I like to hold my friend's hand. These hands, about my size, can give me courage when I am lost, be happy for me when I am happy, and comfort me when I am sad. Holding these hands, you will have more confidence and courage to embark on the road of growth.

However, now I am used to letting go. Mom and dad can't stay with me forever. Let go of your hands and meet the test of wind and rain alone, fearless and unyielding. Teachers can't stay with me forever, because more students need their hands, let them go, learn to think and explore independently, and understand that teachers are only signposts in the journey of life, and they really rely on themselves; Friends can't stay with me all the time, let go of your hands, try to heal the wounds and give yourself confidence! I can do it! I can do it!

I have the confidence and courage to hold hands, and I had a wonderful time when I let go. Therefore, after holding hands, you don't have to be afraid to let go, but you should complete the growth process alone. Although the footprints you have walked are deep, shallow, straight and crooked, they all belong to you completely, so cherish them.

Hand in hand excellent composition 5 Life is like a flower, and maternal love is as sweet as dew-Inscription

It's another Mother's Day. Through the hazy fog, I saw the golden sunshine, so beautiful; Close your eyes and smell the fresh air, how sweet it is. ...

On Mother's Day that year, after school, I "looked for my mother in my dream"-looking back-looking for her-and ran away quickly.

I sang and sang, happily telling my mother interesting things in school. Then we laughed together, gorgeous. The sunshine on the horizon gradually becomes colorful.

When I got to the side of the road, my mother stopped and said, "Don't laugh when crossing the road. Pay attention to safety and remember to look around. " Say that finish, then put the bag to the right shoulder, make the left hand, to me. ...

In an instant, my heart trembled and a warm current came to my mind. What a familiar action! I asked my mother coquetry, "Did you lead me across the street like this when I was a child?"

After a long time, my mother smiled and said, "Yes, you clamored for me to take you when you were a child. As for me, I took your fleshy little hand across the road. Just when I got across the street, you clamored for me to send you back, so I had to follow you. " You didn't know what' danger' was at that time, which worried me very much. Do you think you were naughty then? "The sun on the horizon broke through the clouds, revealing a red face and a golden light.

I nodded with a smile. I laughed when I said that. Instead of reaching out as usual, I took the bag off my mother's shoulder and put it on my left hand. My right hand held her hand and said, "Mom, today is Mother's Day. Let me take you!" Mother's eyes sparkled with surprise.

"Mom, don't come so early, don't compete with the car ..." Mom wiped her tears. A leaf fell and was lifted by the wind, flying around like Yang Shuhua.

Looking back, it's like an old photo, slightly warm yellow, so beautiful and so sweet ... My mother and I, holding hands with small hands, are moving towards harmony and deep love.

I cherish "old photos" and "holding hands".

When I first walked, my mother's warm big hand held my little hand; When I was seven years old, my mother's smooth big hand held my little hand; Now, my mother's hand is still holding my little hand. It's just that mom's hands have changed and become rough and cracked.

When I was a child, my mother took me shopping, always holding my little left hand and taking me across the street to the playground. Say to me in a unique and sweet voice, "Baby, what do you want to play?" At that time, I said in a childish voice, "Mom, I want to play a roller coaster." "Baby, the roller coaster is very dangerous. Let's play bumper cars. " "Good mother. Let's go and play bumper cars. " Listening to the laughter in the bumper car park, bumper cars left a deep impression on me.

At the age of seven, my mother was busy with my study. But she still holds my little hand. Every time she holds my little hand, I always feel that a pair of smooth hands are warming me, so that I no longer feel cold. Take my hand across the street, visit the supermarket and play games. ...

Up to now, my mother is busy. We should not only take care of our home, but also take care of my study. I have a sister, and I am very busy. Finally, mom's hands became rough, but she kept the house in order. She didn't stop holding my hand, but I did feel that my mother was getting old, with more cracks on her hands and more wrinkles on her eyebrows. Every time I laugh, crow's feet are clearly visible in the corner of my eyes.

Ah! My mother holds my hand, I grow up slowly, and my mother is getting older and older. Does all this reflect a mother's naked love for her children everywhere? My mother took my hand and led it to the ends of the earth, never letting go!

On the morning of March 14, the weather was clear and sunny, with white clouds floating in the blue sky. In this wonderful time, there will be a grand donation ceremony-926 Music Station will organize the uncles and aunts of the riders' team to donate music equipment to Duoxing Primary School, and the students of Liu Quan Art School will also pair up with the members of Duoxing Flute Team to present wonderful programs. People who know the good news for the first time will gather in the square of Duoxing Hope Primary School, expecting that touching moment.

At that moment, the clock pointed to 9: 30, and Duoxing Primary School finally ushered in the first car to participate in the donation activity, followed by the second, third and fourth cars ... Wow! There are fifty-eight cars! Suddenly, the basketball court became an ocean of cars. The students were stunned by the spectacular sight in front of them, and the cheers were endless.

After a little settlement, the students lined up neatly and came to the square, and the donation ceremony began! Seven or eight leaders from the two schools, including principals, directors and music teachers, spoke enthusiastically. Teachers from Liu Quan Art School and Duoxing Primary School exchanged the telephone addresses of each team. At this time, everyone's face is full of bright smiles. Next, under the teacher's password, the students of the multi-star flute team lined up neatly and took to the stage. The captain of Liu Quan Art School gave a speech and presented the flag of 926 small band to the flute team. The 926 small band was established! Later, kind uncles and aunts donated more than 10,000 yuan of music equipment to Duoxing. The students of Liu Quan Art School gave each student of the flute team a schoolbag as a souvenir, and they also improvised two wonderful programs, which won applause from the people present.

At half past eleven, the donation ceremony came to an end. As members of the flute team of Duoxing Primary School, we thank the uncles and aunts of 926 Liu Quan Art School for donating so many musical instruments to us. We will use these musical instruments seriously, listen to the teacher's guidance, play the beautiful erhu and play the beautiful flute ... Don't worry, uncles and aunts, friends of Liu Quan Art School, we will live up to everyone's expectations and love, let us always remember "Hand in Hand in Spring"!

There is such a story: a young man who thinks he is incompetent finds God and asks himself why he is not reused. God picked up a stone from the roadside and threw it out, but the young man couldn't find it. God threw the gold ring out again, and the young people found it easily.

Life is not like this, all people in the world, most people are that ordinary stone. If you want to show yourself and highlight yourself, turn yourself into gold, hold hands with Excellence and make yourself excellent!

Carnegie's worth has already exceeded 100 million. Li Yang's crazy English is popular all over the country, and his "New Oriental" stands proudly in the east of the world. They used to be unknown, but they made themselves excellent through their own efforts. Because it is excellent, it is a household name, and it is well known to all women and children.

There are many comedians in Northeast China, but few people are as successful as Zhao Benshan. Why? Just as Song Dandan teased Zhao Benshan: "You are so talented." Since ancient times, few women have been called great, but Madame Curie's name shines in the galaxy of history. She won the Jaubert Award twice, because she is really excellent! So they are remembered by people!

Who can't say that college is doomed to mediocrity? Shen Congwen, who came out of the mountains, is as calm as his mountains and as smart as the water, washing away the soul of each of us. Edison, who only attended school for a few years, can actually promote the process of world industrialization, because they are all so excellent!

Who says people will forget those who fail in repeated attempts? The excellent "Zhang Ji" wrote a song "a night-mooring near maple bridge" to make people remember him. Who says looks are everything? Yan Zi is ugly, but his boldness of vision and talent are amazing. Because they have the same name-"excellent"!

Life will not be static, as long as you are excellent; Life will not be limited, as long as you are excellent; Talent will not be buried, as long as you are excellent. Excellence can change everything.

Yu said: "Excellence is a habit." Lu Yongqiang said: "There is no waiting bole in the world. The best bole is often yourself."

Join hands with Excellence and make yourself excellent! Let Excellence be your soaring wings.

Everyone has their own dreams, because with dreams, we have the motivation and goal to move forward. When we raise the sail of chasing our dreams, we will always encounter some twists and turns. As the saying goes, "How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?" As long as we hold hands with our dreams, we will succeed.

I am full of ideals, walking on the road of chasing dreams and running hard. I have a glib tongue since I was a child, and I am determined to be an excellent gold medal host. In order to realize my dream, since the third grade, I have got up early for ten minutes every day, breathed fresh air in front of the window and read Chinese and foreign classics. Day after day, a semester has passed, and it has not been shown on the big stage. I'm not depressed. I insist on training. Many things happen. In the first semester of grade four, I was successfully elected as the host of the New Year's Day project by the school, which also proved that my dream was in sight, which was a good start. So I cherish this opportunity very much and devote a lot of time and energy to memorizing and practicing. Therefore, my friends and I held that New Year's Day performance very successfully and won the appreciation of the principals and directors. However, people can't always succeed, there will always be failures. I remember that failure very clearly. It was the third time that I took the stage to host the induction ceremony for freshmen. There was nothing wrong at first, but at last I suddenly made a fatal mistake-forgetting words. Suddenly, my brain went blank. When my partner saw that I was wrong, he immediately took over the lines. I also settled down and finished the next task seriously. Although not many people noticed the mistake that time, I was always reminded that only by working hard can I hold the dream hand.

Now, I am still running hard on this road. I believe that one day, I will hold my dream hand tightly!

Holding hands 10 You hold my hand, I hold your hand, our hearts are shaking, and what we feel at that moment is happiness, warmth and happiness.

When I was a child, I learned to walk. My mother took my little hand, cared for me and encouraged me, which made me take the first step bravely. Fell down, got up again, fell down again, and finally took the first step in life. Now, that kind hand still holds me, encourages me and always says to me, "Don't give up, be a strong child."

If I were older, I would be able to do something for my mother. I remember once, my mother asked me to help her with the roll paper, and I accidentally fell down, which was very painful. I sat on the ground and cried. My mother came running when she heard this. She picked me up with warm hands and told me that it was okay. Be brave.

When I grow up and become a big girl, there will be more people who can hold hands. Whenever we make a new friend, the moment we hold hands, friendship will closely surround us. At that moment, we were extremely happy and excited.

"Du ... Du ..." On the busy street, a truck came at a gallop. I quickly ran over and took a little brother by the hand and ran to a safe place. What a close call! I felt very happy when my little brother said "thank you" to me. Holding hands was really a happy god at that time, which brought me the joy of giving love and added the spirit of helping others.

My mother took me to the park, and many people walked into the magical cave. Mother said, "Go in, too!" I quickly said, "I dare not." As soon as the voice fell, an uncle said to me, "Let me take you in." At this time, I am relieved. My uncle took my little hand and led me into this magical hole. I really appreciate my uncle's hand in hand, which made me know a kind person and made me more confident in myself.

I have held countless people's hands in my life. Teachers, parents, grandfathers, grandmothers, classmates and even strangers, whenever I hold hands, it seems that life is burning.

Holding hands let me touch the spotless hearts and warm hearts of these kind people.

Holding hands 1 1 Hold your hand, cross the bridge, listen, whisper and hope;

Hold your hand, travel to Xanadu, feel, bask in the sunshine and swing warm;

Hold your hand, visit Taolin Meihai, enjoy flowers, and be colorful;

Hold your hand, heart to heart, and slowly chew that beautiful vision. ...

"Wow ..." A loud cry was tense and dull, and the fiery red sun gathered its burning light, emitting a charming golden color, and a little smile appeared on the sparkling water. ...

A crying angel came, and the young mother next to her smiled wearily and watched happily, holding hands with big hands and yearning for it in deep warmth. ...

Month, already one year old. In this season of bright spring and flowing bridges, I hobbled along the boulevard holding my mother's hand. Suddenly, my mother let go of her hand and stood among the flowers on the roadside, smiling and encouraging her tearful daughter. Facing her mother's smile, she couldn't resist the temptation of flowers, and the timid little girl took the first step to pursue a better life. ...

Today's full moon, she can finally step into the long-awaited school gate. With the help of my mother, I dressed myself, put on my schoolbag, and used to holding my mother's hand through this familiar avenue. Mother's hand brought her firmness and confidence. Under the traction of mother, the moon plunged into the ocean of knowledge.

The young trees have grown up to welcome another spring in the bright sunshine. Month, is already a dreamy, quiet 13-year-old girl. Looking at the familiar lush avenue, flowers are in full bloom, and mother's hair has been stained with frost. Moon, with tears in her eyes, once again took her mother's hand that was not lubricated and said softly, "Mom, I'll walk with you ..."

Mother smiled, and so did the moon. In this way, we walked hand in hand on this boulevard.

Holding hands is the most common touch; It conveys the greatest maternal love and filial piety in the world.

Hand in hand excellent composition 12 the wind blew through the dusty loess road, choking people, and it rained in the low adobe house, and water poured into it. The family is particularly poor. Although it won't last three days, it's not much better. Think twice even if you buy a small thing. If you say something unpleasant, you have to run far away even if you go to the toilet. And I was born in such an era.

Do you know the meaning of "facing the loess and facing the sky"? I know the meaning of this sentence from my father's face. Get up early and be greedy for the dark, and fly to Daiyue. This is the life of farmers for one year. In the old saying of a father, "a farmer can dig in the soil for a year!" " "Looking at my father's face polished by loess, I deeply feel the poverty in the countryside!

There is also a village.

It is said that "the sea of suffering is boundless", but the spring breeze of reform and opening up has changed everything. The countryside is like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, full of vitality. "Yellow cranes send saints to heaven" has really changed! Modern facilities that once only appeared in dreams have quietly settled in the countryside. Adobe houses and loess roads have long been "gloriously retired" and replaced by uniform well-off houses and clean and tidy asphalt avenues. Modern entertainment facilities are readily available, all of which were unimaginable before. The great storm of building a new socialist countryside inadvertently broke into the countryside, and also broke into the hearts of every farmer. The wave of building a new socialist countryside swept through every corner of the countryside, and every farmer straightened his back. Embarked on the road to a well-off life.

Spring in the countryside has finally arrived!

As a new generation of successors, in the face of all this, we should get motivation from it, face the morning light, ride the train of the times, adapt to the development of the times, study hard and strive for first-class. All these changes are undoubtedly a powerful torrent to promote the continuous development of rural areas. We have reason to believe that in the near future, the countryside will surely leave a brilliant mark on the grand blueprint of modernization! China will surely become the Everest of the world!

Silence and unsmiling are your labels, but I know that your body is full of fiery blood and your heart is full of endless love. But you just pay silently and watch. ...

It's getting dark, but I'm still standing on the corner looking around. Looking forward to, waiting for ... it's getting dark, anxiety and fear in my heart slowly emerge, and a fine layer of sweat comes out from my forehead.

The street lamp is on.

I looked at the dim light from the street lamp and gradually lost my mind. ...

The wind is blowing. I walked home step by step with a heavy schoolbag on my back. The "whirring" wind is noisy in my ear, and the leaves are whistled by the wind, as if urging something.

The scenery around us slowly recedes, and the red sun has fallen.

On the same street corner, the tall man stood under the street lamp and looked around. Finally, my eyes stopped on me. He seemed relieved, wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled comfortably.

I can't help speeding up my steps. Go to him, hold his broad hand and hold it tightly. "Go home!" I heard his clear voice.

The sky darkened and the stars brightened. ...

Heart, gradually calmed down. I stood there quietly, waiting, waiting. ...

A familiar figure brushed away layers of black veil, dragged her tired body, but still walked firmly towards it. When he walked under the street lamp, the dim light shone on that angular face, and my heart could not help but ripple.

He flew to meet him and held his hand tightly. "Dad, go home!" "Month, quietly watching it all. ...

You are not tall, but you have resolutely become the backbone of your family; You are not rich, but you teach me the meaning of "rich" with your heart; You have no knowledge, but you have incorporated the principle of treating others into my blood.

Thank you, father.