Lack of excellent composition

Everyone has tried writing in study, work and life. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. Still at a loss for composition? The following is an excellent composition that I miss carefully for reference only. Let's have a look.

Looking back at the road you have traveled, you will find that the deep and shallow footprints on the road are full of memories of life, which is unforgettable.

In my precious box, there are some photos, which belong to a friend of mine. This is the only thing I want to do with her. When she first left, I would open the box every night and look through those photos. But later, because of her indifference, I hated her.

I only met her in the first grade and gradually became good friends. We are inseparable every day and talk about everything. Sometimes even I feel strange that I trust her so much that I tell her everything. A year passed quickly, and she transferred to another school when she was in Grade Two. She didn't even call me when she left. I hated her at that time, and I can't forget how heartless she was when she left. I can't believe that our friendship is so insignificant in her heart that she didn't call me after she left. I didn't know what the word likes the new and hates the old means.

But I still can't let go of my thoughts about her. I still keep the photos she left me well. I know this friendship is irreversible, and I just want to protect it. Because after all, she left so many beautiful memories, because after all, I once trusted her so much.

At first, I hated her because I cared about her. Now I don't hate her, not because I have forgotten, but because her letting go has influenced me and made me less stubborn. Putting it down makes me feel a relief. Now I have let go, let go of my hatred for her, and let go of my inner bondage. Suddenly I feel that the sky is so clear and the ground is so vast. Moreover, there are still many friends waiting for me to cherish and many things waiting for me to do, so I don't want to lock myself in the memory of the past, because that will not only make me tired, but also make me lose more.

This lingering yearning has been dragging me. I want to throw this memory away, but I can't get rid of it. I decided to dust off this memory to the deepest corner of my heart, so that it would not come out to disturb my life, and let me face my next life with a brand-new attitude!

Miss excellent composition 2 last night's dream was like this. After getting up, I feel my eyes are astringent, but the pillow towel is not wet. I don't know if I ever cried. But when I woke up, I was surprised. Surprise is also a kind of fear, afraid that one day, I really have to face such a cruel reality; Hey, fortunately, at least for now, all this just happened in a dream. It was really a nightmare for me, but I woke up. I keep asking myself, do I still love you? I always think that a busy life can cheer me up and make my life brilliant without your love. But when I woke up this morning, all these illusions were shattered. Just like when I cruelly shattered our love, my life fell apart after such a dream. When I decided to leave, I told you and myself that there was no other choice. Later, I saw my heart clearly: I was just afraid that I would fall in love with you and could not extricate myself. Only after I decided to escape, did I know that all of myself had sunk in, just like a thorny plant growing in my heart, which would make me feel pain from time to time, but I could not pull it out mercilessly, so after the severe pain, I would die. After getting up, those broken memories swallowed up my mood, and waves of pain kept coming, and my head was groggy. It seems that the whole person is still shrouded in that terrible dream. Although I slept soundly last night, I felt like I had just passed a fierce battle in the morning, exhausted, only feeling weak, weak, weak … I was dignified and kept thinking, thinking, thinking …

Every summer vacation, my parents always take me back to my hometown several times. Every time I go back to my hometown, I always see the mountains are red and green, and I hear cheerful birds singing and gurgling streams. Time seems to have returned to the happy time my grandfather and I spent here.

When I was five or six years old, I still lived in my hometown. My grandfather often takes me to dig bamboo shoots in the mountains and catch small fish by the stream. But every time I can't catch a small fish, I can only watch my grandfather catch it. Sometimes I put my hand into the stream, roll up a small whirlpool and splash it all over my grandfather. Grandpa pretended to stare at me angrily, but I was overjoyed.

And every time before going back, grandpa always catches a few small fish, puts them in a bamboo basket, and then takes my little hand home. At that time, these small fish carried many memories for us!

But sometimes grandpa is too busy to play with me, so I go to the mountains or the stream to play by myself. Sprinkle some water on the flowers and plants by the stream first, and then cover the whole hill. I hope grandpa can't find me. After running for a while, the pink and red of the mountain occupied my sight. The pink one is peach blossom, and the red one is azalea. I looked down and smelled the fragrance of peach blossoms, then picked a big azalea and pinned it on my head. Once, I tried to pull bamboo shoots for grandpa to cook, but I only pulled a few bamboo leaves for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, but at the foot of the mountain came grandpa's cry: "Nan Nan, where are you?" Come down! "I quickly raised the bamboo shoots and shouted down the hill:" Grandpa, I'm here! "! I am coming down! "I looked up at the sky. The sun has set and all the clouds in the sky have turned red. It's getting late. I immediately ran down the hill, and the familiar figure below was waiting for me.

At the age of seven, grandpa left me silently. Later, every time I went back to my hometown, I never saw grandpa again. I ran to the stream and bamboo shoots, but I couldn't find them. I stayed in the mountains for a long time. I was eager to hear grandpa call me home, but I didn't hear it until nightfall. But I believe, somehow, grandpa must still be there watching me, watching me grow up little by little.

Miss the excellent composition 4. We want to embed your name in the blue sky.

Carve it in your heart.

Watching you smile in the morning light

Sow the seeds of your selfless dedication to the world.

Your path of cultivation is expanding in the wind and rain.

Let's join hands.

A monument to the times

Let love spread all over the world

The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived. In order to commemorate this far-reaching day, remember Cong Fei, the "ambassador of love" who touched China, carry forward the spirit of charity, strengthen the education of love, guide the students to establish a correct outlook on life, world outlook and values, and promote the construction of spiritual civilization, the representative of the Young Pioneers in the primary school of our school held the "Cong Fei-miss the students in Zhanhua" activity on April 1 day.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, the students lined up neatly and held the school flag to Jitian Cemetery in Luohu District, Shenzhen. In front of President Cong Fei's tombstone, the students listened attentively to Cong Fei's poem "Have a good trip, Cong Fei" and sang his song "May you be happy". The students presented bouquets of flowers to the tombstone as a souvenir. In the face of the solemn tombstone of President Cong Fei, the students collectively observed a moment of silence, pinning their reverence and grief on him. Subsequently, President Liu gave a warm speech, and the students collectively swore: learn to love, learn to be grateful, study hard, and strive to become a talent to prepare for the future of the nation! The oath echoed in the silent forest and in front of President Cong Fei's tombstone for a long time. ...

Through this grave-sweeping activity, students got a deeper understanding and understanding of Cong Fei, the "ambassador of love" who touched China, and their hearts were further purified.

Cong Fei, he gave all his time to those children who needed help, without reservation, even at the expense of borrowing money from life. He used to build a classroom with a stage and light up hope with songs.

Cong Fei, with his short life, wrote a moving movement of helping others and selfless dedication;

Cong Fei, the students in Zhanhua miss you!

Missing excellent composition 5. Crossing the mountain road, I came to my parents' tombstone again.

I have been here many times these days. It was the anniversary of my father's death half a month ago, and now it is Qingming. Every time I leave, I find that I can't let go.

The cemetery has been swept several times, but at present, it is still a bit messy. The petals of spring and the fallen leaves, together with the blowing wind, dance before their eyes like elves.

Next to the steps in front of the monument, I found the position of the day, squatted down, and then looked at the sign on the tree next to it. There are many traces on that tree, but after the wind and rain, some of them have gradually blurred, while the top one is very clear. I carved it with a knife, one horizontal and one vertical. I drew some orthography, but I didn't count it myself.

I remember at the beginning, when I was burying my mother, you saw me squatting by the tree in a daze, handed me a knife, carved my thoughts on a small tree, and told me that the pain would be relieved a lot.

Back and forth, I drew many roads. How many thoughts have I hidden on this road? Now, the little tree has become a big tree, and you who accompanied me have gone.

I squatted for a while, then got up to say goodbye to you. I always remember what you said to me, "To miss is to forget" and "As long as you are happy, your mother will be happy", but I just want to tell you that many years of vicissitudes have already made me numb, and I am only feeling that the years have passed and life is like a dream.

I didn't look back until I came down from the cemetery. There seems to be a sitting shadow, some old back.

Time flies, and some dreams have nowhere to pursue. When the wind blows, I know that I can't go back for a lifetime, not at the beginning.

I missed the excellent composition 6 Xi. It's gloomy these days, which makes my mood gloomy. I miss autumn in my hometown! Although the weather is getting cold at this time, it should be a clear sky in Wan Li, which is refreshing!

I used to like to sit in the small yard and watch a dream of red mansions when I was resting, with a plate of newly picked fruit 123 (greedy cat's favorite, my family just planted three fruit trees). When I am tired, I look up at the sky. Sometimes there are really no clouds, only blue sky and warm sun. Sometimes I can see changeable clouds. Imagine it will become the next moment. That feeling is "what a cool word!"

Early autumn is the best time there! There is no sun exposure like summer, and there is no freezing cold like winter. Some people will say spring? Shouldn't it be the season when everything is revived and butterflies are flying? So I'm sure I haven't been to Dabei. The most obvious feature of spring in my home should be the wind, swishing and scratching wires. It will be summer when leaves grow on the trees.

In recent years, I have never seen such a blue sky and such pleasant weather in Xi 'an. Autumn here, except for the rain in Mao Mao, is a sultry cloudy day, and the sun doesn't show its face for ten days. Being in the forest with tall buildings, I looked up at the square sky with the same color as the building. I really miss my hometown!

I miss that excellent composition. At the mention of this word, my good mood disappeared in an instant. I made this word day and night! Every time I think of your kind smile and hear the sound of "good baby" and "good baby", I can't help blushing.

Tomb-Sweeping Day again. It's time to "see" grandma again ... my thoughts drifted to that dark day again ...

"Good baby, good baby ..." My grandmother, who is over half a year old, accompanied me shopping when I was one and a half years old. At this time, grandma saw me staring at a toy store across the street, and she understood my mind. Then he asked me, "will grandma take you to buy toys?" "Luo Luo Luo ... OK ..." When I was young, I struggled to say these words, so I clapped my hands and smiled stupidly, but I didn't know that disaster was coming. ...

When we came out of the toy store, grandma took my little hand across the street. At this time, a car hit us like a wild animal, but grandma pushed me in front of my parents ... I was saved, but grandma ... at that time, I only saw grandma lying in a pool of blood, and my mother's big hand covered my eyes and whispered in my ear, "Dear baby, let's go home."

I didn't know what happened at that time. I just found that adults will take me to a stone tablet one day every year and burn what they call "paper money". Besides, my dear grandma is not with me. I often ask my mother, "mom, where is grandma?" I want her to play with me. " However, my mother always gives me the answer: "grandma, she has gone far away to grow fruit for you." There are peaches, watermelons and lychees that you like to eat ... The baby is lonely, and mom plays with you. "

Gradually, I grew up and understood what death is and what parting is, and where the distance in my mother's mouth is. Even understand that grandma died, left me and went to a far, far place. ...

Gradually, I buried the secret in my heart. Today, I opened the floodgate of this memory. ...

Finally, I want to say to my grandmother in heaven: Grandma, no matter where you are, you will always live in my heart.

Miss the excellent composition 8. I haven't been to that two-story building for a long time. It's so pleasant to record grandma's dribs and drabs next door, but I can't walk upstairs today.

The time is set at 5: 46. When we learned the news of grandma's death next door, everyone's surprise and grief were printed on their faces and engraved in their hearts. Mom and dad rushed to the hospital as quickly as possible, and asked me to go to grandma's house to sort out a set of clean clothes and send them to the hospital immediately.

I hurried to my grandmother's house next door, but I didn't want to go in at the door. My former laughter has now turned into endless sadness. Finally, I trudged to the second room on the second floor-grandma's room. The familiar smell flooded into my heart again, and I cried silently. After finishing my clothes quickly, I suddenly found some torn pages of calendars on my desk. I immediately ran over and found that the front was the same as an ordinary calendar, but there were a few words written in a font that I was very familiar with: "On April 16, 2007, Tong Tong came to see her grandmother." "On October 27th, 2008, Tong Tong called her grandmother and said not to catch a cold." "On May 2nd, 2008, Tong Tong greeted her grandmother with a happy birthday." The calendar came to an abrupt end here. It was not until today that I realized that I had neglected the old man for so long.

In fact, grandma has been waiting for old Tong Tong to come back, but I ignored her for so long, but I am not the child at that time, and I can't get back to the doll that grandma expected to play the woman and ask her to beg for sugar.

I ran back to the hospital and looked at the old man who was covered with white cloth but still exuded kindness. I began to cry. I shouted in my mind that I had meditated countless times on the road. "I haven't been to that two-story building for a long time, and it records the little things of grandma next door. I'm so happy, but I can't go upstairs today."

"Only grandma is good in the world, and your child is like a treasure ..." Grandma asked me to sing a song for you. I hope you can hear it in the sky. Tong Tong misses you!

I opened my eyes slightly and saw my childhood friend at a glance. When I was full of joy and wanted to hug, I disappeared into the clouds ... In the blink of an eye, I found my grandmother and walked towards me step by step. I hugged her happily, and she smiled at me and disappeared.

I was by a calm lake, and when I was five years old, my grandmother baked sweet potatoes for me, which was reflected on the lake. I said "grandma" with tears in my eyes, and she came back and asked, "My little love, what's the matter?" I hugged my grandma excitedly and smiled at her happily, only to see a gust of wind separate me from my grandparents. ...

In the park of my hometown, I saw my friends and I were playing and having a good time. When I was a child, I suddenly fell to the ground and my skin was bruised. When I was about to cry, my friend comforted me and said, "Don't be afraid! We are here! "

Being swept away by the wind, I heard a song called "Two Tigers", which was a sleeping song that my grandmother sang to me when I was at my grandmother's house. Let me silently enjoy grandma's wonderful singing.

I came to my house when I was six years old. At that time, my mother was washing vegetables. At that time, I was a very annoying cheapskate. My mother called me over and said, "Son, do you know what real happiness is?"

"Happiness means getting what you want."

"Children, happiness means giving things to everyone. You will feel very happy when everyone smiles at you. "

At first, I didn't believe it. Later, I discovered that sharing is really a very happy thing!

I was awakened when I heard someone calling me. At first glance, I was relieved that I was dreaming. Behind my pillow, there are large tears that can be dried quickly. I lost myself in my thoughts and recalled my happiness. ...

Missing Excellent Composition 10 This hot summer, I was lying in bed, blowing air conditioning, and it was very comfortable. But I can't sleep. I opened the thick curtains and looked at the sky. The dark night sky is clean, and the stars are accompanied by a full moon, as if to tell me something. This bright moon is different from what I saw when I was a child.

I gradually recall the moon when I was a child, when it was full of love.

I remember that summer, when I was in the country, after dinner, my grandmother helped me to take a bath, put on clothes, and let me lie on the sofa, covered with a blanket with a faint fragrance. That's my grandmother's smell. Grandma sat next to me and gently fanned me with a cattail leaf fan. The wind is very gentle. I lay on the sofa, listening to the old people chatting. Although I don't understand what they are saying, I will laugh with them from time to time.

Sometimes looking up at the sky, there are countless stars in the sky. Each star has only a little light, but together they can light up the Milky Way. I remember grandma told me, "One bright star in the Milky Way is Altair and the other is Vega …" The round moon is very big, like grandma's kind face. She seems to smile at me, and I smile at her. The moon seems to be hanging in the treetops, and it seems to be far away. The moonlight is like water everywhere in the quiet village. The lotus pond not far away is more beautiful in the moonlight. Frogs in the lotus pond and cicadas beside the lotus pond are singing happily. Grandma took me home to sleep very late. It was a beautiful summer night, and grandma's kindness made me feel very happy!

Now I understand why I can't sleep, because grandma is gone.

Tonight, looking at the bright moon outside the window makes me miss my grandma all the more.

Miss the excellent composition 1 1 With the sound of rain, I saw a foggy scene outside the window. The wind and rain fell on the windowsill, and my heart was already wet by the rain.

Looking at the drizzle outside the window, my heart ripples. The rain struck a chord, and the fragile heart seemed to deviate from the track. In the face of lonely lights, in addition to sadness, it is the cold wind and rain.

I didn't mean to let the words touch my feelings, but my heart was full of sadness, like rain outside the window. When I fell, the sound of Didi was heart-wrenching, and it was tears of missing.

The mood is like rice paper on the table. The ink has dried up, but the full mind is still surging. Tears are always dripping in the eyes, aggravating the heartache, and with the rain, there is also an answer. I can't seem to see myself clearly on this rainy night. I don't know if I'm rational. The ripples on my heart lake are still mixed with concern and missing.

I still want to use some beautiful words in my mind to decorate everything that this night's rain has brought me and relieve the pain in my heart. But my clumsy pen can't keep those drops. Who can know my heart? There is only the moon in the sky, but there is no moon in the sky tonight.

Listening to the intermittent rain, my heart is more confused, my thoughts are melancholy, my mind is still like rain, lingering in my heart, and I can't say anything.

Who is playing sad music in the dark sky? Who has so many ideas?

The rain is dripping outside the window and the night is getting deeper and deeper. The sound of rain penetrated my heart like lightning. My tired heart is shuttling, and sad tears are dripping in the shadow of hesitation. With this sad rain, it became a flying note, spreading and infiltrating my whole heart. I don't know how to satisfy it.

On this quiet night, the sound of rain in the wind added a touch of coolness to my heart. Or inexplicably tender? But in this case, I became more calm, regardless of the wind and rain, wandering in the endless heart, blowing helpless sadness, closing the window of my heart and locking this long-term miss.

Missing excellent composition 12 Luoyang autumn wind blows gently, roaring like a beast, which makes people tremble with fear. The cold wind blew off the flowers on the trees, dispelled the summer heat, but blew up my infinite yearning for my hometown.

"Tomorrow is going to war. On the battlefield, I wonder if I can come back to you again. " I was alone under the locust tree in the yard, thinking, "Dad, Mom! How I miss you! How I miss the flowers and plants in my hometown! " I look at the dark night sky, the stars are twinkling and the moon is smiling at them! What a smile like a mother's kind face! I looked down and gently touched the tears in my eyes.

Looking at that tree standing in the wind, its majestic momentum is like what kind of general my father was when he was young!

I remember when I was a child, there was a big pagoda tree in front of my house. I often chat with my parents under the tree. At that time, the tree was very strong, like a strong young man, full of vitality. Mom said that spring is coming, and the locust tree is really beautiful! You see, the bud of Sophora japonica is like a shy girl, blushing all over her face and wrapping herself tightly. Now, I am far from home. Standing in front of the locust tree. Although it is not the same tree as before, the flowers in that tree are full of my thoughts about my loved ones.

The wind is still blowing. Sophora japonica has long lost its former youth and looks old. Sophora japonica has lost its previous fragrance and is all yellow. I gently picked up the fallen flowers, and infinite sadness echoed in my heart. I couldn't help crying, but it turned into a drop of water in the cold wind, which was very cold. Eyes full of tears, like a string of glass curtains, become crystal clear in the wind.

Sophora japonica drifted up and down in the cold wind and drifted to the distant hometown. It left with my thoughts and lingering sadness.

Light flowers, carrying heavy sadness. Floating, floating ...

Missing Excellent Composition 13 Dear Grandpa, how are your days in heaven? The Spring Festival is coming, and I miss you very much.

When I was a child, I missed a thin piece of candy paper. You are here and I am there. I still remember when my brother and I lived in our hometown. You always buy candy for our two brothers. Thin candy paper wrapped in colorful candy, peeled off one and put it in your mouth. Your love has turned into a little sweetness, which permeates your mouth and your heart. We'll ask for it after eating. You always smile and conjure up some sweets for us. I'll leave the candy paper and take it home. Looking at this thin candy paper, I can't help thinking of you in my hometown.

When I grow up, missing is a long telephone line. You are at this end and I am at that end. When I was in primary school, every Friday, I would call you and tell you what I had seen in the past week. Speaking of happy things, you often laugh on the phone and mention sad things, so you comforted me on the phone and reassured me. Sometimes, you will ask me if I want to come to my hometown to play, and I will run to my mother with joy to let her pick it up, but my mother always says, "I'm too busy, wait until the winter and summer vacations." Whenever this happens, I want to visit you in my hometown along the telephone line.

Later, miss is a short grave, you are inside and I am outside. On the phone, I heard my mother's voice hoarse and cried and said, "Grandpa ... died in my hometown yesterday." I can't believe my ears. This must be a lie. Scared me. My brain is blank. It was not until my mother took me back to my hometown and saw you lying in the coffin, and the cloth on your face covered your kind expression that I realized that you really left, really left us. In the second year of Qingming, I went to your grave and saw the smile on your black and white portrait. Tears streamed down my face, and my thoughts penetrated into the soil.

Now, missing is a cloud on the horizon, you are above and I am below. You look at me from above, and your eyes are full of love and encouragement. I look at you from below, and my eyes are full of thoughts about you and courage to go forward.

When I was born, my father planted a poplar tree outside the south window of my old house. In my childhood, Yang Yang and I grew up together. I learned to walk and talk. Yang Yang has grown thick and tall, with dense branches and leaves.

In the later days, I learned that Yang Yang is a tree with the same name as me. I often touch its thick branches, lead it in circles, occasionally pat it mischievously, shake it and let it sway. In summer, I moved out a bench and lay under it to enjoy the cool. More often, I tie a rope between it and the window to swing.

On the day of school, I recited to it: "There is such a bright light at the foot of my bed. Could it have been frosted?" . Looking up, I found it was moonlight, bowing my head and homesick "; I sang to it: "What a big tree, green blessing, your heart is in the blue sky, and your feelings hide fertile soil ..."; I tell it my joys and sorrows ... it always listens silently, and it is my most loyal listener. I write and do my homework in its shadow. I sleep peacefully in its "noisy" lullaby. It is my tireless guardian. Later, I lived in a small building in an old house. It often sticks its head into the window to visit me and brushes my long hair away with its palm-sized leaves. I often touch its smooth leaves and admire the word "green" written by its body in front of my eyes for a long time.

The terrible thing happened in the first half of this year, when old houses were demolished and Yang Yang was razed. Now, I live on the third floor, facing the blue sky and white clouds, facing the sun, the moon and the stars, and facing the tall buildings in front of me, but I have lost Yang Yang and can't find my own green.

I missed the excellent composition 15 in the evening, I sat on a dim windowsill and stared into the distance. Lead-gray sky, gray city and dim lights, the wind drove the dust raging, lifted my stay in the sea, and suddenly hit my eyes and lost my eyes.

Cold, cold from the inside out, makes me sit stiffly on the windowsill, like a dead willow tree on the roadside; Withered branches and fallen leaves, I, who should have been happy because of spring, suddenly lost my vitality.

In a word, a feeling pierced my pupil into my mind, my lonely heart stung, my eyes became sour, and through tears, I flashed a few fragmentary memories. For an instant, I was so lonely and confused that I tore up the cold disguise and hung over me like a cage. I am like a caged bird, living in a stiff air.

I cried like a child with my legs in my arms, but I don't know why, but I am crazy about a place in my heart. There are green fields and burning flowers, swaying in the clear wind, calling her children gently like a mother.

At this moment, my heart is shaking, how I want to hear the gentle call and kiss the aging face. It's just that I'm a stranger. Not green fields and burning flowers, but lime, cages and white walls that will wither forever.

I held my body, and the turbid wind brushed my face, burned me and shattered my fragile heart. My heart ached for a while, which made me awake. Not everything is the same, just like I ran in the sea of flowers yesterday, but this year I am in a foreign land. All this is the growth I want to experience.

Time rustles between my fingers. I looked up and wiped the tears from my face. My eyes glistened with tears. I looked at the place I missed and gradually got lost in the young leaves and flowers.