Writing on the theme of umbrella

I believe everyone has dealt with composition, especially topic composition, which is one of the main types of learning composition. Topic composition does not specify the theme clearly, but only requires the theme of the composition to be related to the "topic". What should I pay attention to when writing this composition? The following is the composition (usually 8 articles) on the topic of umbrellas that I arranged for you, for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Writing on the topic of umbrellas 1 On a rainy night, looking out of the window, handfuls of umbrellas blocked the heavy rain for people.

The structure of an umbrella is very simple: handle, ribs and canopy, that's all, but it has many functions. Under the scorching sun, ladies who love beauty hold up anti-ultraviolet umbrellas, and their delicate faces are reflected under beautiful umbrellas. When cats and dogs rain, children, middle-aged and elderly people use colorful umbrellas to shelter them from the wind and rain. Ordinary umbrellas make the streets more beautiful.

Umbrella, but not proud. It will not be proud because it is the patron saint of people in the storm, but silently dedicate everything to people. Rain, ruthlessly hit them, it is not afraid; Under the scorching sun, its head is covered with fierce sunshine, protecting its owner's beautiful face in Zhang Xiuqing. It suffered from heavy rain and scorching sun, but so what? It always smiles. Because it gave everything to its master, it was worthy of its master.

But after the rain, its owner threw it mercilessly outside the door, fearing that the umbrella would make the floor wet and dirty. Finally, the umbrella dried up and the owner took it home. The umbrella thought it could be taken care of, but it was greeted by a lonely and dark corner. Perhaps, the owner thinks that the lonely and dark corner is the home of the umbrella.

However, umbrellas turn a blind eye to people Has the umbrella ever complained? number

Over time, umbrellas are out of date and no longer beautiful under the torture of storms and scorching sun. Nobody wants to touch that old umbrella again until it is impossible. Finally, the umbrella was thrown into the recycling station, and the umbrella cried, dropping "crystal tears" from its once beautiful face. Or, if the umbrella is left in the hands of children, they will play with it, get tired of playing, or throw it away.

Is this how the life of an umbrella is spent? How many hot summer days, how many stormy nights, who will accompany you? This is an umbrella. Ruthless people, after using it, mercilessly discard the umbrella that has been silently dedicated to us. Umbrellas are like tools that people use, only for temporary needs. However, what does the umbrella say?

A group of children hide in convenience stores to be small consumers or buy Kanto for warmth. I walked out of the shop and made sure my umbrella was on the umbrella stand. So I went back to the convenience store and saw a human being wearing black and white clothes and khaki pants, like a zebra and a lion. He was about to steal my umbrella, but somehow he put it back.

At first, I saw him trying to steal my umbrella. I was so angry that I was going to slap him. Seeing the photos he put back, I found that he was not a bad person at all. At that moment, I thought he was probably forced to do such a thing for some reason, maybe for his family, maybe because he was in a hurry to go to the hospital, maybe because he was a tramp.

So I took my umbrella and ran to the door quickly, giving it to the mysterious man who just wanted to take my umbrella. After I gave it to him, I turned and ran. I don't want to hold a ceremony for an umbrella on rainy days.

I was about to go home when I saw the man with my umbrella meet her daughter at the gate of a primary school. He was getting on the bus with my umbrella when he suddenly saw a tramp in the house? When it rained, he gave the tramp the umbrella I gave him. I was deeply moved by this move, spreading the power of love and being the most beautiful scenery in the rain.

There are many umbrellas in my family, including a sun umbrella from my mother, a black cloth umbrella from my grandfather and a doll umbrella from me. And one of the most beautiful umbrellas is dad.

After school, as soon as I left the school gate, I found that there were dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and it rained cats and dogs in an instant. I ran into the shop and waited for my father to pick me up. "Boom," said the raindrop, "why don't you come? I'm freezing! " Although my heart is full of complaints, there is nowhere to tell. It's already dark, and I'm a little scared. At this time, a bright car light shone on me, which made me extremely warm. "That's Dad!" I ran excitedly and was about to complain, but I was relieved to see my father's rain-soaked sweatshirt. Dad said to me, "daughter, I'm sorry, dad is late, get on the bus!" " "As soon as I got on the bus, my father immediately took out an umbrella wrapped in a plastic bag. I asked curiously, "Dad, why don't you take an umbrella? "Dad smiled and said," Dad is in a hurry to pick you up, afraid of delaying time, so his little darling will get wet by the rain. "I heard from my father that he loves me and cares about me. I hold an umbrella, my eyes are getting moist, as if rain also understands human feelings, and I also shed tears, dripping on this cold and warm night. I opened my umbrella to protect my father from the rain, but my father pushed it to me. So my father and I went home.

Although the umbrella at home has changed one after another, my father is like the most beautiful umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain.

In the afternoon, we are having a class in the classroom. It was windy outside the classroom, and soon it began to rain. The downpour pounded the ground mercilessly.

After school, it was still raining heavily, and I was worried, but my parents had not come to meet me, so I had to summon up courage and rush into the rain. I was walking alone on the road, and the rain dripped from the top of my head, and my back was cold, as if I had reached the North Pole.

Suddenly, I felt that the rain had stopped and looked up. It turns out that there is a blue flower umbrella above me. I carefully looked at the person next to me. He was a big man with dark skin, and he was almost thirty years old!

"Little girl, do you have an umbrella? Let me play this umbrella with you! " He said to me gently.

"Thank you uncle! But I can't help you! Dad often says to me' something for nothing'! " I am so happy in my heart, as if a sweet spring water flows into my heart, because after all, someone is willing to help me.

"You will always help me, but you will catch a cold in the rain like this. Can I take you home with an umbrella first? " He smiled and touched my forehead with his gentle big hand, which felt like my father.

I nodded, with endless gratitude in my heart.

I never dared to look at his kind face when I was walking on the road. I caught a glimpse of him when I was near home. I saw that his left shoulder was wet by the heavy rain. I looked up and saw that the umbrella was slowly coming towards me. I said to my uncle, "Uncle, are you cold?" See that your left shoulder is soaked? "I'm afraid he will catch a cold.

"Not cold." He smiled again and took off his suit for me to put on. He is worried that I will catch a cold.

In this way, I returned home. When I stepped into the house, I turned to say "thank you" to my uncle, but he was gone.

Later, whenever it rained, the uncle's face always appeared in the rain.

I sorted out the sundries the day before yesterday and found an umbrella.

This is a children's umbrella. Although it has been used for five or six years, it is still very new. The umbrella body is printed with naive and lovely cartoon characters, and the whole umbrella is pink. Why is there this umbrella? This umbrella is really childish.

My sister grabbed the umbrella from me, opened and closed it happily, and then opened and closed it again. Seeing this scene, I can't help thinking of myself. Like my sister, I got my first umbrella and thought it was the best and unique wealth in the world. When I was a child, I carried a cartoon umbrella. I walk in the rain and my umbrella flies in the rain. Like a natural flower, it only blooms in the rain, giving all its charming gestures to the rain and dying where there is no rain. I often think that memory is the easiest thing to blur. Later, I discovered that there are always a few moments in the vague memory, which are unbreakable and stuck in the depths of memory.

When I was a child, I always had some inexplicable attachment to umbrellas printed with cartoon characters. Every time I buy a cartoon umbrella, I must buy it. It can be said that I like it very much. But if you don't cherish it, you will lose an umbrella in a few weeks. Although this kind of "losing family" behavior was strongly dissatisfied by my family, my doting mother was very tolerant and bought me a new umbrella. She often says,' When you grow up, you will understand'.

It was another rainy day, and my mother and I walked into the door of the umbrella shop several times. The owner and mother of the shop are almost familiar with each other. He smiled and said,' Have you come to buy an umbrella again?' Mother smiled awkwardly. Then, the boss took some cartoon umbrellas from the shelf and asked his mother for that one. The boss pointed to the umbrella and said, these are all new products, new umbrellas, and children like this kind. I picked a pink one, which is the one I found now. My mother began to bargain with my boss. After a long argument for a few minutes, my mother was defeated. She bent down and asked me,' Do you really want this umbrella? I answered yes casually. Seeing the boss smile, my mother finally took my hand and went home with the umbrella with unsatisfactory price.

When I got home, grandma saw that I bought a new umbrella and nagged about my mother's extravagance and waste. I walked back with an unhappy mood. It's not a waste. I won't lose my umbrella again. Later, this sentence seems to have a special magic. I never lost my umbrella again. However, I will never use that cartoon umbrella again.

The umbrella that escorted my childhood, I lost in the mottled depths of the years, and now I finally found it.

In my memory, the mother who often said that I would be sensible when I grow up, the mother who never became my shelter from the wind and rain, I am grateful to you. When I grow up, I will protect you.

Composition 6 "A kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son's body with thread in her hand. She sewed them carefully and repaired them thoroughly, fearing that the delay would make him come home late. However, an inch of long grass is a bit sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " Every time I read this poem, I think of my mother. She loves me and cares for me in every way.

I remember it was a winter morning and I was preparing to go to school. My mother came up and said, "Yi Ming, the weather forecast says it will rain today. Please take an umbrella. " After that, my mother put the umbrella next to my schoolbag. I looked up out of the window. This is evident in Wan Li. I took down my umbrella and said to my mother, "Mom, how can it rain in this clear sky in Wan Li?" But my mother insisted that I take an umbrella. I said impatiently to my mother, "well, I can't. I'm going to school." Say that finish, I ran out of the door and never looked back. My mother chased the door and said, "If it rains, I won't pick you up."

At the end of school, the sky is overcast and sometimes accompanied by lightning. I thought to myself: it's over, it's really going to rain! But I didn't bring my umbrella. My mother said she wouldn't pick me up this morning. What should I do? God, please don't rain! Let me go home first. But just after whispering about the sky, it began to rain cats and dogs.

After school, it still keeps raining. Looking at the students being picked up by their parents one by one, I am very worried: what should I do? Mom won't pick me up. You can only stay here alone until the rain stops before you go home. I am cold and hungry. How I wish my mother would pick me up! How I regret not listening to my mother this morning!

Just then, I saw a familiar figure in the rain, near, near, ah! It's mom. My mother braved the heavy rain to pick me up. My mother strode up to me and stroked my cold face and cheek. Asked softly, "Did you get caught in the rain? Let's go. " After that, my mother and I walked home with an umbrella. Walking, I found my mother's umbrella always by my side. I looked at my mother and found that she was caught in the rain. Most of my mother's body was wet by the rain. I said to my mother affectionately, "Mom, why is your umbrella always biased towards me?" Look, you are soaked to the skin. "

"It doesn't matter, mom is strong, you are a child, as long as it's not wet and safe." After listening to my mother's words, my eyes became moist. I straightened my umbrella and asked, "Mom, I was so disobedient and willful this morning. I thought you wouldn't pick me up. "

"Mom which meeting with son dispute? As long as you grow up happily and healthily, your mother will be happy. " Mother stroked my head and said. At this moment, I could no longer control my emotions, and tears welled up in my eyes. My mother's love for me is so great and selfless, how can I not be moved?

An umbrella holds up a sky, and my mother's umbrella brings me joy and happiness. Although it has been a long time, it always touches me and makes me unforgettable.

All day, the rain is like a bunch of wild horses that have lost their reins.

I watched my classmates slowly disappear in my sight, and I was the only lonely figure in the empty corridor. At the thought of delicious food, I rushed out in despair and let the relentless rain dock hit me. I suddenly feel so helpless that no one will hold up that umbrella full of love for me at school. I am running in this long rain that is regarded as romance, and I really want to cry! I suddenly seem to be falling apart when I have no strength. I patted my wet clothes and my heart was full of helplessness. Do I still expect my parents to shelter me from the wind and rain?

So I walked and rested, and a young lady with a red umbrella in front turned to see me and stopped. Thinking of my embarrassment, I couldn't help cursing: "What's there to see? I have never been caught in the rain! " I just wanted to pass her by, but her gentle and sweet voice rang out in my ear: "Sister, I'm sorry, take an umbrella!" " "I turned my head in surprise and didn't dare to look at her. I am so ashamed! I was cold and heartless to her just now.

My hand slowly raised and gently hugged my little sister's shoulder. I think the road is long, but my heart is warm, as if a gorgeous rainbow had risen overhead. We were silent all the way, but how much I wanted to say "thank you" to her.

At the restaurant, I looked down at her. Her eyes are so clear and bright. I squatted down and whispered in her ear, "Thank you!" I left in a hurry. Although I didn't ask her class and name, the truth stayed at the moment when I hid under a small umbrella.

At night, lying in bed, a crystal tear rolled down. A slight breeze blew and made my eyes red. I finally curled up in the quilt and sobbed in a low voice.

This world, because of true feelings, makes lonely people no longer lonely and sad people no longer cry, because it has a persistence, a touch and a warm love!

Composition 8 on the topic of umbrella sounded the horn of recovery in the early morning, and the fresh air was full of vitality. The originally sultry land has been baptized by drizzle. What a rare morning scene it is!

Facing the wind and stepping on the rain, my figure appeared on the green path. The tears in the sky gradually faded, and I walked in the crowd on the road. Raindrops kept banging on the top of my umbrella, splashing flowers. They jumped on my umbrella with a smile, but they refused to leave. I think they may have fallen in love with my umbrella! Looking up, I saw walking umbrellas arranged neatly in front of me, huge and full of yes, just like a gorgeous silk horse, blocking my sight and covering my campus. It can be said that there is beauty under beauty.

The rain gradually receded, and pedestrians on the road collected umbrellas one by one, two by one, and rain beads were dropped one after another. Falling on the colorful campus, the rain beads are stained with makeup. It's really "the rain soaks the earth and people are in the painting". But this painting doesn't need heavy makeup, it needs a touch of pen and ink from nature, and it is a moving scenery. However, if you don't have an umbrella, will you still find the scenery charming when the relentless wind and rain cover you?

Then, I thought of some people in my life. They are also "umbrellas". When we feel lonely, when we suffer from wind, rain, sun and rain, who is our "protective umbrella"? Mother or father. A teacher and a friend.

Mother and father are familiar words. In life, my mother is gentle as water, and my father is tall as a mountain. They have propped up a vast and boundless space for us. Mom, dad, you are the umbrellas of love in our lives.

Teachers are disseminators of knowledge. You are unknown, like a drizzle in spring, nourishing young saplings and filling our ignorant hearts day by day. Your only hope is that one day we will reach the other side of success. Teacher, you are the umbrella of our life.

Friend, when in danger, he will throw down a survival rope and save you from the abyss of pain. He can pave the way for you to survive in desperation. He is the first ray of sunshine in your frustrated winter. My friend, you are the umbrella of hope in our life.

I walk under an umbrella, I live under an umbrella, and I am moved under an umbrella. They sheltered me from the wind and rain and made my life better.