Write a composition on the topic of communication

1. Write a composition on the topic of "transmission", no less than 600 words, to convey that the afternoon sky is gray and there is no wind.

The dark clouds are low, as if it were going to rain. It's like a person wants to sneeze, but he can't. It's hard to hold back.

Someone kept shouting "Buy chrysanthemums, buy chrysanthemums ..." I strolled to the stall owner and asked about the price of chrysanthemums. "Ten dollars a pot." So, I took out the only ten yuan left in my pocket, reluctantly handed it to the vendor and took over the pot of Jin Juhua.

After careful consideration, I think it is ridiculous to buy this potted flower. "Madam, be kind."

Suddenly, a immature voice attracted all my attention. Looking inside, not far from the street, a little boy in rags reached out his dirty little hand and followed a woman.

The woman was obviously shocked and then turned into anger. She patted the little boy's hand hard, pulled out a pack of paper towels from her bag, pulled out one, and wiped the little boy's hand hard.

"Unfortunately, I met a beggar as soon as I went out ... so dirty ..." She kept muttering while brushing her teeth. "I'm so hungry, you poor ..." "Get out!" Considering that she could not get rid of the beggar, she turned and roared.

The little boy stopped and stood there with a trace of sadness and disappointment on his face. I was thinking about it when the little boy came up to me and spread out his dirty hands: "Sister, I haven't eaten for days."

Facing those watery eyes, I reached into my pocket in disbelief. The money is used up! I was about to open my mouth to explain to him when he stared at the chrysanthemum in my hand in surprise. "Sister, this flower is so beautiful. Can you give it to me?" His big eyes sparkled.

Anyway, I didn't know where the chrysanthemum was used, so I gave it to him. When the little boy took the chrysanthemum, there was a sweet smile on his mouth.

"Thank you-"He happily held the chrysanthemum in his arms and ran away. The next day was Qingming. I went to the grave with my mother as usual, but the weather was still gloomy.

I felt a little bored, so I looked at the surrounding scenery. A piece of green makes my mood better gradually.

Suddenly, a touch of golden light caught my eye-it was him. That little boy in rags.

Raindrops began to fall on me slowly, drop by drop. And he, as if it hadn't rained, walked slowly with a chrysanthemum basin in his hand. He forgot everything outside, and his thin body became thinner.

Not far from him, I saw a cemetery, and the chrysanthemums in his hands were in full bloom against the wind and rain, which was so beautiful. My eyes are getting blurred.

The transmission of chrysanthemums is a blend of different hearts. I hope you will be the next person to pass it on to Chrysanthemum.

Please write a composition on the topic of "transmission", which is about 600 words in hot summer.

I sat on the bus without any wind, and I was sleepy. Suddenly I braked suddenly and my head hit the front seat involuntarily. It hurts.

Looking up, I saw a man in front of me stepping on another man's foot. A huge mud print proudly lies on polished black shoes, which is particularly eye-catching.

I was red in the face and didn't say anything. This is obviously the calm before the storm.

A storm is coming. The tramp said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I lost my footing just now." It's my fault to step on you. "

Said, and took out a pack of tissues from the bag and handed it over. I froze for a while before I came to my senses.

He took the tissue, with a big smile on his face. "Nothing, what's the big deal about stepping on one foot?" It is inevitable that people will be crowded ... "So they lived in peace and even had a good talk along the way. A breeze suddenly blew, bringing a refreshing journey.

The autumn wind is bleak The heavy schoolbag on my back makes me breathless. Seeing that it was going to rain soon, I ran all the way home.

Bang, I don't know what happened. In an instant, I was lying on the ground, and the wheels were spinning around me, just like my frightened heart. I heard someone coming towards me, and a big hand lifted me up and patted off the dust. It was an old man.

"Children must pay attention to safety when riding a bike. What should I do if something happens when I ride so fast? " He seems to be warning and full of sincere advice. He helped me lift the car, watched me get on the bus and watched me walk away.

The sunset suddenly revealed a brilliant face and cast a brilliant brilliance on the body. Until today, when I see those helpless people, I will try my best to help them. When I can't see the people who make mistakes, I will try my best to tolerate them.

Because I always benefit from others and think of others, because I know that being kind to others needs everyone to carry forward and pass it on. Pass it on forever.

3. Write a composition on the topic of communication. I have read Li Mi's "Chen Qingbiao" for a long time, and many beautiful sentences in it still clearly remember: "I have no grandmother, and I have no today; Grandmother has no ministers, and there is no end to her years. " Reading these heartfelt words always comes from the heart. There are countless stories about filial piety at all times and in all countries. Yong Dong sold his body to bury his father, Huang Xiang was warm at his pillow, and Yu Meng was crying and giving birth to bamboo shoots, all of which shone with the light of traditional Chinese virtues. Filial piety, a question that has been questioned for thousands of years, was answered by a son in 2004. He returned a part of his life to his dying mother. Tian, with her body conveying love, has brought comfort to all mothers in the world.

A casual promise made him the father of 170 children. In order to enable poor children in mountainous areas to receive their tuition fees on time, he always runs to the post office as soon as he gets the performance fee, sometimes even forgetting to count. During the period of 12, he gave more than 3 million yuan he earned to his poor children. At first, everyone didn't fully understand him, but once I went to the mountains with him and saw the children's eyes eager for knowledge, everyone completely understood him and began to support him as much as possible. This man is Cong Fei. It was the source of love that made him do this, and it was the inner trembling that made him the father of the child and passed the clear spring of his life to the child's heart.

My mother left home, my father rested in peace, and my brother left without saying goodbye, but with tender shoulders and selfless love, he shouldered a broken home and adopted a sister who was not related by blood. A room of about 10 square meters is his temporary home with his little sister. Get up at six o'clock every morning and make breakfast for my sister "Xiao Yi". At seven o'clock, my sister is going to a primary school one kilometer away. After seeing off his sister, he began a day of study and work. In order to earn the living expenses of his younger brother and sister, he had to sell goods in his spare time. He said: "as long as your confidence has not failed, nothing can beat you;" As long as your heart is full of love, it will be more exciting. "It is love and strength that makes his life shine. He is Hong Zhanhui-perhaps ordinary, but he touched the family and society with his love!

4. Write a composition on the topic of "transmission" with no less than 600 words.

The afternoon is gray and there is no wind. The dark clouds are low, as if it were going to rain. It's like a person wants to sneeze, but he can't. It's hard to hold back.

Someone in the stall kept shouting: "Buy chrysanthemums, buy chrysanthemums ..."

I strolled up to the stall owner and asked about the price of chrysanthemums. "Ten dollars a pot." So, I took out the only ten yuan left in my pocket, reluctantly handed it to the vendor and took over the pot of Jin Juhua. After careful consideration, I think it is ridiculous to buy this potted flower.

"Madam, be kind." Suddenly, a immature voice attracted all my attention.

Looking inside, not far from the street, a little boy in rags reached out his dirty little hand and followed a woman. The woman was obviously shocked and then turned into anger. She patted the little boy's hand hard, pulled out a pack of paper towels from her bag, pulled out one, and wiped the little boy's hand hard. "Unfortunately, I met a beggar as soon as I went out ... so dirty ..." She kept muttering while brushing her teeth.

"I'm so hungry, you poor ..."

"Get out!" Considering that she could not get rid of the beggar, she turned and roared.

The little boy stopped and stood there with a trace of sadness and disappointment on his face.

I was thinking about it when the little boy came up to me and spread out his dirty hands: "Sister, I haven't eaten for days." Facing those watery eyes, I reached into my pocket in disbelief.

The money is used up!

I was about to open my mouth to explain to him when he stared at the chrysanthemum in my hand in surprise. "Sister, this flower is so beautiful. Can you give it to me?" His big eyes sparkled.

Anyway, I didn't know where the chrysanthemum was used, so I gave it to him.

When the little boy took the chrysanthemum, there was a sweet smile on his mouth.

"Thank you-"He happily held the chrysanthemum in his arms and ran away.

The next day was Qingming. I went to the grave with my mother as usual, but the weather was still gloomy.

I felt a little bored, so I looked at the surrounding scenery. A piece of green makes my mood better gradually. Suddenly, a touch of golden light caught my eye-it was him. That little boy in rags. Raindrops began to fall on me slowly, drop by drop. And he, as if it hadn't rained, walked slowly with a chrysanthemum basin in his hand. He forgot everything outside, and his thin body became thinner. Not far from him, I saw a cemetery, and the chrysanthemums in his hands were in full bloom against the wind and rain, which was so beautiful.

My eyes are getting blurred.

The transmission of chrysanthemums is a blend of different hearts. I hope you will be the next person to pass it on to Chrysanthemum.

Please write a short essay of not less than 800 words on the topic of "communication". The transmission of chrysanthemums is a blend of different hearts.

I hope you will be the next person to pass it to Chrysanthemum. The afternoon is gray and there is no wind.

The dark clouds are low, as if it were going to rain. It's like a person wants to sneeze, but he can't. It's hard to hold back.

Someone kept shouting "Buy chrysanthemums, buy chrysanthemums ..." I strolled to the stall owner and asked about the price of chrysanthemums. "Ten dollars a pot." So, I took out the only ten yuan left in my pocket, reluctantly handed it to the vendor and took over the pot of Jin Juhua.

After careful consideration, I think it is ridiculous to buy this potted flower. "Madam, be kind."

Suddenly, a immature voice attracted all my attention. Looking inside, not far from the street, a little boy in rags reached out his dirty little hand and followed a woman.

The woman was obviously shocked and then turned into anger. She patted the little boy's hand hard, pulled out a pack of paper towels from her bag, pulled out one, and wiped the little boy's hand hard.

"Unfortunately, I met a beggar as soon as I went out ... so dirty ..." She kept muttering while brushing her teeth. "I'm so hungry, you poor ..." "Get out!" Considering that she could not get rid of the beggar, she turned and roared.

The little boy stopped and stood there with a trace of sadness and disappointment on his face. I was thinking about it when the little boy came up to me and spread out his dirty hands: "Sister, I haven't eaten for days."

Facing those watery eyes, I reached into my pocket in disbelief. The money is used up! I was about to open my mouth to explain to him when he stared at the chrysanthemum in my hand in surprise. "Sister, this flower is so beautiful. Can you give it to me?" His big eyes sparkled.

Anyway, I didn't know where the chrysanthemum was used, so I gave it to him. When the little boy took the chrysanthemum, there was a sweet smile on his mouth.

"Thank you-"He happily held the chrysanthemum in his arms and ran away. The next day was Qingming. I went to the grave with my mother as usual, but the weather was still gloomy.

I felt a little bored, so I looked at the surrounding scenery. A piece of green makes my mood better gradually.

Suddenly, a touch of golden light caught my eye-it was him. That little boy in rags.

Raindrops began to fall on me slowly, drop by drop. And he, as if it hadn't rained, walked slowly with a chrysanthemum basin in his hand. He forgot everything outside, and his thin body became thinner.

Not far from him, I saw a cemetery, and the chrysanthemums in his hands were in full bloom against the wind and rain, which was so beautiful. My eyes are getting blurred.

The transmission of chrysanthemums is a blend of different hearts. I hope you will be the next person to pass it on to Chrysanthemum.

6. The 800-word essay on the topic of transmission conveys "Love has hope and happiness has a future".

Blessing is ever-present warmth. -Inscription: The spring of recovery is the warm blessing of the earth to all things; In hot summer, the cool rain is the voice blessing of the sky to the earth; In the autumn of harvest, heavy fruit is the warm blessing of nature to mankind; In cold winter, warm sunshine is the silent blessing of the sun to everything.

When leaving, my friend said "bon voyage", which warmed the hearts of pedestrians; When encountering difficulties, the mutual help of friends is a great strength; When you are sad, the careful care of your parents is an invisible force; When we are disappointed, the teacher's encouragement ignites the confidence that will be extinguished in our hearts. There is a kind of life that is naturally transmitted.

Spring blew the prelude of all life, moistening things silently, and then spring passed life on to summer; In the storm, life experienced a struggle in Wang Yang, so summer passed on life to autumn; Hundreds of rivers fill rivers, and the sky is vast. Life gradually turns golden, and it bends down maturely. With a kind of light that is not dazzling, E5A48DE 588B67A 68696416F31333264165, life is transmitted to winter. In the snowstorm, life is surging in the earth. Even in the end, we have to "turn into spring mud to protect flowers." This is the transmission of life, the transmission of life, no complaints, no retreat, no sadness, and so on, year after year.

There is a blessing that is delivered with love. The wind transmits the information of spring to the earth, so everything recovers; Love, passed on my feelings to my relatives, so I am reluctant to go ... and so on, year after year.

There is a kind of happiness, which is transmitted by friendship. Happiness is actually a state of mind, a state of mind.

It comes from your heart and exists around you. As long as you have a good attitude and a cheerful personality, you can really feel it. Sometimes in a passage, sometimes in a piece of music. As long as you can catch it, you can feel it

Open your heart, embrace all the beauty in this world, send your smile, and happiness will always surround you! Life is limited, and transmission is infinite. Life, blessing and happiness all need your transmission.

Inheriting wisdom is a detached attitude towards life. Look for it with your heart. When you learn to pass it on, you will find happiness everywhere.

7. Write a composition with more than 600 words on the theme of "inheritance". I'm in Class/Kloc-0, Grade Three. Many people think that I am very good and my academic performance is good. I envy why my parents are both college students and theirs are not.

But I don't think I deserve their envy. I often feel that I am a very poor person, ignorant and naive. Although I sometimes say narcissistically, "I am definitely a genius."

But that was just a joke. I have always been an ignorant and naive child, knowing very little, so I often hurt people around me unintentionally.

Because of me, many people will be sad. Why don't I grow up? Why don't I grow up? Seeing their sad expressions, I suddenly realized my sadness, so I strongly wanted to get ahead, make them happier and keep them smiling happily. Don't be sad because of me.

In fact, they conveyed my dream invisibly. They may not know that it is this dream that has taken root in my heart and is unshakable! However, it is really difficult to realize this dream. Sometimes you can't hold on and almost give up? A few days ago, I was thinking, what am I living for? I may be busy all my life and end up empty-handed.

But later, I understood that the meaning of life lies in the struggle itself. Everyone today can make progress than yesterday, and the process of struggling towards dreams is life itself. I can always see my dreams, thank those who pass them on to me! Writing on the topic of communication (2) Positive energy is actually a positive and optimistic attitude towards the sun. It's like a glass of wine, intoxicating, mellow and memorable? -Inscription There are always some news reports in newspapers and TV now. "XX failed to be rescued in time after being hit, and died of excessive blood loss." "XX was wronged for helping the fallen old man."

Terrible news, terrible pictures, like a whip, whipped our hearts. "Xiaoyueyue case" shows us the indifference of human nature, and "Peng Yu case" shows us the indifference of the world.

The fire of morality goes out bit by bit, leaving only a faint light. How much our society needs people who uphold justice, and how much we hope to have fewer tragedies and fewer tragedies.

Finally, I saw the dawn: some noble people who passed positive energy to people. Gong Jinchuan, the headmaster of a primary school, lost his right arm at the age of fourteen, but he was physically disabled and determined.

One morning, while he was doing morning exercises by the river, he suddenly heard a "plop" and a heavy object fell into the river. Then, he heard a panicked cry for help and saw several strands of silver floating on the river.

He seemed to realize something and jumped into the river with all his strength. The wind is blowing, the winter sunset shines feebly on the river, and the biting cold river is coming at him, but this can't shake his determination to save people.

He propped up the old man with his right shoulder and kept paddling with his left hand. The river kept coming towards him, like a golden python.

This is a limit and a challenge for a man who is only 165 meters tall, but he totally ignored the rope thrown by good people and persisted in reaching the river, successfully saving the drowning man. When he got home, his family was surprised to see that he was covered in water, but he said, "I fell into the water."

His deeds touched countless people, and a positive energy flowed into everyone's heart like a clear spring. I can't forget that day. The sorrows and sorrows of Hongfu Garden in Quanzhou are low. Quanzhou leaders and many strangers came to see the dead off.

He is not a leader, let alone a great man, but he is recognized as the "most beautiful bus driver" by the citizens. Because, at the end of his life, he tried his best to step on the brakes and saved a car full of people's lives.

Although he died young, his spirit is like a positive energy, spring breeze, shocking everyone's heart. Because adults lead by example, even children become part of the positive energy chain.

A little boy in Jiangsu accidentally scratched a private car when he was at school. I left a note because I couldn't wait for the owner. The shopkeeper was deeply moved when he learned about it. Not only did double indemnity not be asked, but he was also exempted from all compensation.

The positive energy passed by the boy touched the string in our hearts. It is precisely because many people have joined the ranks of transmitting positive energy that the dying moral fire has finally rekindled.