Topic composition

In study, work or life, we often see the figure of composition. Composition is a narrative method to express a theme through words. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following are five topic compositions I have compiled for you. Welcome to read the collection.

Topic composition 1 Friendship is a ray of sunshine, which gives me warmth when I am cold; Friendship is a grass that grows with me every day. There is only one person like my sunshine and grass.

I remember, during the final exam, I said to her, "We must get good grades in the exam and make mom and dad happy together. Come on! " We nodded together.

At school, we will laugh all the way. Seeing myself getting closer and closer to the school step by step, my confidence disappeared bit by bit. Standing at the school gate, I dare not go any further because I am afraid of failure.

Seeing me like this, she said to me, "relax and be confident." Don't you always say that you are a strong woman? " Are you afraid of anything? What's going on now? What about your bravery? Lost it? "

As soon as I heard it, yes, I can't kill Xiao Qiang! I have some confidence in this idea. Dragging his heavy legs, he walked straight into the school.

There are many students in the classroom. They are all reading in their seats. I guess they must also want to get good grades in the exam. Some students seem to be ready for a big battle, some students seem to have answers, and we are just one of them who came home to be beaten after the exam.

Soon, the teacher came. He said to us: "Don't be nervous during the exam, or there will be psychological pressure when waiting for the exam, which will lead to forgetting knowledge." Come on! " You are the best! "

Ding Rinrin, the exam has started. I tried to write the test paper until I was satisfied with it. After a while, I tried an exam. I discussed the topic of the exam with her just now. She said to me, "I wish you success!" " "I said to her," you too, come on! "Haven't said a few words, the teacher let us review the subjects of the next exam.

After a busy morning and afternoon, the exam is finally over. I sighed with her for a long time, praying for a good result in the exam.

A few days later, the exam results came out. We all did well in the exam, our families were very happy, and we were both very happy.

She is my good friend and an indispensable part of my life. She grew up with me, laughing and sad together. I want to say a word to her: "thank you, because your existence has always made my childhood very happy." You will always be my good friend. Let's shout together: "Long live friendship!" "

Topic composition 2 I have a unique campus.

Walking into the school gate, there is a hundred herbs garden in the southeast corner. The dishes inside are planted by teachers and security guards, and their sweat moistens them. Look! Vegetables seemed to hear the teachers' call, jumped out with a whoosh and lay on the ground enjoying the sunshine. If people can eat their own organic vegetables every day, how happy it would be, but don't forget that "everyone knows how to eat Chinese food, and every grain is hard"! Further inside, a tall and straight pine tree stands in the flower bed. In spring, it raises its hands and lets the sunshine touch the children. In summer, it is a sun umbrella for children to play happily in a cool environment; Autumn is a natural dress that brings warmth to children; In winter, it is an umbrella for children to shelter from the wind and snow-ah, it is really a great mother, no matter how bitter and tired, as long as the children are happy.

Walk along the stairs to the second floor, and you will find that all the mirrors are facing you. Fat, thin and tall have their own characteristics. On the mirror, the headmaster asked Mr. Li Zhijun to present a vigorous calligraphy work: "In Mo You's mirror, smiling at your true self is the most beautiful", which means that you don't care about pointing at others, and other people's comments are not important. You should be true to yourself and be wonderful. There is a cone on the fourth floor. The cone was accidentally broken by a classmate. The headmaster has done it many times in order not to let us lack the fun. "hide wisdom between advance and retreat, and remember modesty." Even an object has wisdom. Doesn't that man need humility?

Walking along the corridor on the fourth floor from east to west, you are greeted by poems written by four little celebrities and classmates. Every time I pass this holy place, I can't help but stop. "When the villagers saw the villagers, my eyes were full of tears." Even after watching it many times, I can't get enough, just like an old friend I haven't seen for years. Wow! Big brother and big sister got so many certificates, which is really worthy of the name. I must study hard from them, become versatile and make my childhood as colorful as a rainbow.

I love my campus, and I believe my campus will become more beautiful!

Topic composition 3 came here unconsciously. I was born in Sri Lanka and grew up in my hometown: Qingguo Lane.

It seems that the old face has not changed, and everything here is so familiar. I feel that I am back to the five-year-old who is unfamiliar with the world, dragging a pair of straw sandals and stepping on the deep water stains on the slate and blue bricks in Qingguo Lane. The surface of the brick road is uneven. In the thin cracks, the humid weather in ancient Changzhou breeds lush moss, which exudes a slightly obscure plant flavor and conveys long-lost memories. Qingguo Lane is a standard town in the south of the Yangtze River, with white walls and tiles and gray lime gravel. In this vicissitudes of Gu Xiang, I can't help but pounce on the houses built in Qingguo Lane near Dongxiatang. This is my home! My hometown! Qingguo Lane has the flavor of Zhouzhuang in Wuzhen, not only because of the contrast between black and white, but also because of its primitive, primitive houses and primitive residents.

Dongxiatang is full of water. This narrow river is like a gentle and virtuous mother. Its slim figure will never stand down. A few swallows who came back in spring waded past, leaving ripples in my heart. The water in Dongxiatang is very stable, without the dexterity of water. She is tired! Having nurtured the fragrance of green fruits for generations, she is no longer as clear as before, but has more fatigue and burnout.

Swallows flew into the black tile house in Qingguo Lane, into that layer of moss and into my childhood life. "In the old society, Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people." In the fog of Qingguo Lane, I vaguely felt the eye movements of swallows. It wants to convey to me and asks, "Little Wolf, are you home?" Suddenly I remembered my mother's song: "green wild fruit, peach blossom is wrong;" Green wild fruit, five or two leaves fall ... "

It was a dream. I got out of bed, and I revisited my old place in my dream, revisiting Qingguo Lane when I was a child. Usually when I dream, my hands are always full of sweat, but this time, I seem to be particularly peaceful when I dream.

What does this incredible real dream convey to me? I opened the window half asleep and looked. That is a gray high-rise building. Where are my olives? Where are my olives? She must be hard to find and embarrassed to find in modern Changzhou!

This dream is conveying a feeling to me, inspiring me to return to my Qingguo Lane and jump into the clear river of Dongxiatang with a smile. I hid this precious transmission in a little-known corner of my heart, because I don't think I can even get such a transmission in a few years.

If the sadness of parting is for the joy of reunion, when will my olive and I meet again after five years of separation? Qing Guo, pass this dream on to me several times!

Topic Composition 4 Mom's love is as sweet as a plate of fruit salad.

-Remember?

This is a quiet night. Except for the sound of the wind, I can only hear some small animals singing outside. I am studying hard with that wonderful song. There are fewer and fewer lights outside, but the lights in my room are still bright. The moonlight shines on my desk through the curtains, and I'm still worried about those damn references. My parents should be asleep, and I'm still buried in the sea of books. Suddenly my door opened and I heard my mother's gentle voice: "Baby, go to bed early, don't tire yourself out." And I'm still worried about those damn questions, and my mind is in a mess, and my thoughts are in a mess. I shouted impatiently to my mother: "I see, don't worry about me, you go to sleep first."

Mother said nothing and slowly withdrew from my room. The door closed gently. ...

Late at night, a few stars outside the window blinked wearily. I looked at the closed door and felt an indescribable taste in my heart. Think about the pressure of studying recently, and often lose my temper with my mother. My mother has always tolerated me. Suddenly, I felt a pang of sadness in my heart. .....................................................................................................................................................................'s mother put it on my desk and said to me; Baby, have some salad. Looking at the salad, I remembered the scene just now. Tears came out reluctantly. ...

Salad is sweet and fragrant! Look at my mother carefully. She is old. I can't find the shadow of the past.

But a slightly tired face with a smile. Comfort her angry daughter. ...

The smell of salad permeated the whole room. I finally understand. My mother loves me and embraces everything. She gave me everything she had. Motherly love is like a plate of fruit salad, sweet to my heart, sweet to my life.