Pay attention to excellent composition

In daily life or work and study, everyone will inevitably contact or use composition, which can vent their emotions and adjust their mood. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following are excellent compositions that I pay attention to, for reference only. Let's have a look.

Pay attention to excellent composition 1 There are countless concerns in my heart: teachers, parents and classmates, but what worries me most is grandma.

Grandma is over 70 years old and lives in beautiful Wan Hui. We seldom go back twice a year, so grandma loves me very much.

Last summer vacation, our family happily went back to their hometown to play and saw grandma hunched over the faucet to wash clothes. As soon as grandma saw us, she quickly put down her work and greeted us happily. Although her rough hands are covered with cocoons, her strength is not small! Grandma went through everything as soon as she entered the room. After a while, she was carrying a black bag and kindly said to me, "Zhiqiang, grandma has nothing for you either." There are some snacks in it. Help yourself! " Then she went to work in the kitchen. Grandma, you are my concern!

We didn't spend much time at grandma's house this summer vacation. I still remember the morning when we were leaving. I saw my grandmother carrying a basket and preparing to go up the hill. I said, "Grandma, your leg hurts. Don't go up the mountain! " "Grandma smiled and stroked my head and said," Zhiqiang, I'm fine. "You will leave soon. I'll pick some mushrooms and bring them to you. " She said that and left. After a while, she came back sweating, washed, basked in the sun, put it in her pocket and put it on the table. On the way home, I always treat mushrooms as treasures and hold them tightly. Grandma, you are my concern!

Now, I have got rid of the shackles of childhood fun, know how to struggle, know how to be grateful, and know how to pursue. But the worries in my heart have not changed. Winter is coming, grandma, you should put on more clothes, don't freeze. After the severe winter, Miss Chun will quietly come to your side with my concern!

There are always too many feelings that cannot be entrusted to two people who care about excellent composition. When I first saw the word "care", I thought: What is care, heavy or light, cold or warm, clear or turbid? ...

Caring is a wisp of lovesickness of "leaning on Wangjianglou alone".

The text is really tender, and this song "Looking at the South of the Yangtze River" has fascinated countless readers in ancient and modern times. A woman is sitting in front of the stage, washing and dressing seriously, and her hair is touching her missing heart. Yingying's eyes fluctuate with the passing of the ship, unwilling to let go of the waves that every sailboat has crossed, just waiting for his lover to return. How can thousands of sailboats bear all her troubles? There are many concerns.

Oblique light is also like his eyes; The river is gentle, as if he had touched her slender eyebrows like willow leaves. When the boat is exhausted, the dream will wake up. Her concern is still drifting with the tide, and the concern of "heartbroken island" is cold.

Concern is the endless friendship of "thousands of feet Deep Peach Blossom Pond". A bosom friend is hard to find. When you leave, you can send a poem, which is faint, but every word expresses your reluctance and concern. He is going to travel far away, attracted by the long songs on the shore, and he is very quiet. The flower fell into the water and broke the song. The friendship between Li Bai and Wang, without false impurities and utilitarian colors, is as clear as a deep pool in thousands of feet.

Caring is the deep feeling of "one less person every time" Autumn chrysanthemum was covered with frost, and he climbed the mountain in a foreign land. The green earth mountain was made up of many circles, but the wind could not take away his infinite homesickness. At this time, he climbed the mountain, looked into the distance and thought: Did the jujube tree in front of the door bear fruit? Has the old mother's shuttle been repaired? Is father still complaining about the noisy cicadas in the yard? When can I come back to you, my hometown? Slowly raising his mouth, he couldn't help but insert the dogwood in his hand into the soil, and petal-shaped stamens came to mind. At this time, care is warmth.

Life is like this, caring, caring, touching and warm. ...

Pay attention to excellent composition 3. What do you pay attention to? Caring is thinking of relatives far away from home, caring is thinking of one heart to another, caring is an elusive emotion, and it is a kind of happiness whether caring for others or being cared for by others. ...

Parents work outside all the year round and seldom come back. My brother and I live in the country with my grandparents. Grandparents planted more than ten acres of land, were busy with farm work all day, scrimped and saved, and gave the best to my brother and me, but they didn't know the psychological needs of my brother and me.

Whenever I encounter difficulties in doing my homework, my grandparents always shake their heads helplessly. At this moment, I miss my parents more strongly. Whenever I see my classmates' parents taking them out to play, my heart is empty, as if I have lost something, and so is my brother.

I remember once, my aunt went back to her parents' house to see her grandparents. My brother grabbed her skirt and called her mother. Menstruation hesitated for a long time before he came to his senses and said, "Baby, I am your menstruation, not your mother! At this time, my grandmother came over and patted my aunt on the shoulder and sobbed: "Please have pity on this child, let him call you mother, and let him feel the warmth of having a mother. Aunt nodded, bent down, picked up her brother and kissed him on the cheek. My brother giggled and stood by. I turned around and two lines of tears welled up, which reminded me that I was two years old. At that time, I was too young to understand, and I was a little resentful that my parents were too cruel to care about their children. Later, when I grew up, I realized that my parents left home because they wanted to earn more money and let our family live a good life.

Every quiet night, grandpa always sits at the door, smoking a stuffy cigarette and staring at the direction of mom and dad's work with glassy eyes. My brother and I sat next to grandpa without saying a word. There is no doubt that grandpa must be worried about his children. My brother and I are worried about our parents. At the same time, distant parents are also worried about their parents and children in their hometown!

I have two brothers, and we named them "naughty eggs".

Why do you call them "naughty eggs"? Their naughty stories are endless! They make the most noise at home every day. There are two "naughty eggs" to fight every day, and they will fight to the last round. Every time, they will quarrel over toys. Whenever I do my homework, they always make a scene outside the door and sometimes kick my door. Whenever grandma chooses vegetables, they always help, save the bad dishes and throw away the good ones, which makes grandma stamp her feet. Whenever dad goes to work, they always want to grab the computer to play games with dad, press it on the computer randomly, and delete all dad's work materials, so that dad gives a "dead order" and forbids them to get close to the computer. When mom is cleaning, they also want to make trouble. The newly mopped floor was stained by their smelly feet. Mother loves and hates them. Alas, they are everywhere at home and take care of everything, so the whole family calls them "naughty boys"

However, they are also very cute "naughty eggs". Oh, mom says they are cute when they sleep, dad says they are cutest when they grab toys, and grandma says they are cutest when they eat well, but I think they are cutest when they meet me at the door after school every day, which is also my happiest moment.

I have two younger brothers, the pain is double, and the happiness is double, but I still feel that happiness is more than pain. As a sister, I hope the two younger brothers will grow up healthily and happily, and I hope we will never be separated.

I love my brothers-cute little preserved eggs, the sweetest concern of the whole family!

Pay attention to the excellent composition 5 "Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday. When I knew where my brother was climbing, I lost one person. " People often use this poem to express their deep concern for their distant relatives.

Caring is a representative word that people use to miss their distant relatives. This word represents the profound friendship between people. Whether it is affection, friendship or any emotion, it represents the deep human feelings in the world.

My father is working outside now, and my family and I have to talk about my father from time to time. Of course, my father often calls back to greet me and my family, which represents our mutual concern for our loved ones.

Sometimes, my father will call back to greet me or tell me something about health. Although a few words are finished, it also represents my father's deep concern for us.

It's getting cold, so we all call dad but say hello. Ask him what the weather is like there. If the weather starts to get cold, we will tell him to wear more clothes.

As far as I can remember, my father never took care of himself. Every time the temperature deviates greatly, my father is prone to catch a cold. Father is very economical in other places, and he is reluctant to buy fruit if it is a little more expensive. Therefore, my family and I often care about my father and often call him and tell him not to lose our health in order to find some money.

Every moment, we are worried about our father in other places, and he is also thinking about us in his hometown.

All along, I have been deeply concerned about my relatives who work outside. Caring is the best sustenance between people, and caring for my relatives will have the will to struggle.

Peach blossoms in the garden are in full bloom in the spring breeze, and the flowers are beautiful and charming like children's smiling faces. Grandpa, do you remember that this peach orchard was planted by you and your grandson three years ago? You told me that in the spring of three years, we can enjoy all the love here.

In a blink of an eye, three years have passed, but you left cruelly under the gaze of so many relatives. Spring has come, and I am walking alone in the garden full of peach trees, looking at the delicate peach blossoms. I have a lot of thoughts, and the past flashes in my mind like watching a movie. Now, I don't know who to return all my love.

Grandpa, remember? When I was a child, you always told me the history of China. From Qin Shihuang to Han Wudi, from Three Kingdoms to Jin Dynasty, from Emperor Wendi of Sui Dynasty to Emperor Taizong, from Zhao Kuangyin to Genghis Khan ... When it comes to the modern history of Qing Dynasty, you will always sigh with regret. Then he told me earnestly that studying is to make our motherland more prosperous and strong, and it is an eternal historical truth to be beaten if you fall behind. At that time, I didn't quite understand what you meant, just nodded vaguely.

Now, the beautiful melody of erhu will never reverberate in an empty room, and you will never see your proud expression when you recite Tang poetry and Song poetry. The box of China chess you gave me is covered with dust.

Grandpa, you left quietly with the concern of your grandchildren. Grandpa, look, the peach blossoms in the garden are so beautiful. I know that peach blossoms are your bright eyes. You look at me in the sky, pay attention to me and bless me.

You set an example for me with practical actions and set an example for educating future generations. Although you are not a great man, you have infected everyone around you with the most ordinary true feelings. Things are different, but the spirit lasts forever. Your name is an immortal monument.

I sank down and naturally opened my diary and wrote everything down. I don't know when it began to rain in Mao Mao outside the window. Peach blossoms in the garden are more dazzling and graceful under the baptism of wind and rain. From time to time, it gives off bursts of fragrance, attracting kisses from butterflies. ...

When I was 7 hours old, I asked my mother what caring was. Mom said, concern is a thin thread. You are here and I am here. At that time, I didn't understand, I only knew that caring was not eating; I don't know until I grow up. Caring is a kind of missing. How many children care about their mothers and how many parents care about their children. Caring is a kind of missing, an emotion. I was worried that day. ...

I went to Grade Two. Go to school for self-study at night and go home at half past eight. My mother is always worried that I will ride home alone. On that day, the moon was particularly bright, and the stars in the sky seemed to blink at me. I look at them and it seems that I am no longer lonely. When I rode home, the ground was bright and the moonlight seemed to be mixed with lights. I looked up and the balcony on the fifth floor was bright. There is a familiar figure in the light-mother. As soon as my heart warmed up, I hurried upstairs. I rang the doorbell, accompanied by a hurried footsteps, my mother's face appeared in front of me-my mother's skin was wrinkled and her face was a little yellow, and the red blood did not know when it had slipped into the black and white world. My mother just said "come back" and quickly dragged me into the house with my schoolbag. I asked my mother, "It's a waste to leave the light on. Why are you standing like this? You are not tired. " The only thing that answered me was a passage: "Every day until 8 o'clock, I don't have any career." Just turn on the light and wait for you to go home ... "Suddenly, a warm current came to my mind. Mom, is this concern? This is even the truest concern and the most touching concern. I glanced at Chaoyang station and looked at the lights for a long time. From then on, I went home early every day and didn't waste time on the road. Because I know there is a light on the balcony on the fifth floor, with my mother. In that light, there is a brighter word flashing, and that is love!

Pay attention to excellent composition 8 friends, how are you? Although 16 months have passed, I am worried about you!

You left home in a cruel way 16 months ago, making your 56 brothers and sisters cry together. Friend, how is life in heaven? How's it going? Are you as strong as before?

How are you, my friend? I care about you. I care about you because there are no books, pens and paper at home now. I didn't know you were still missing the beautiful land of abundance, the riddled and laughing county. I think so.

How are you, my friend? I care about you. Are you comfortable now? Food, clothing, housing and transportation have long changed. How can there be "boiled fish" in heaven that you miss so much? That's why I care about you.

How are you, my friend? Whether you are still chasing your dreams in heaven or not, I care about you. 16 months ago, a landslide broke out and a thousand-pound boulder was firmly pressed on your right leg. We didn't know that you had already left us until we gave up our love. We know how much you like dancing. Wow! Please hold your head up again and dance tirelessly in your new home.

How are you, my friend? Don't forget I care about you. Your every move and wisdom are recorded in the hearts of our 56 brothers and sisters. We want to know that you will also enjoy the care of your parents and the intimacy of your peers!

Friends! I care about you!

Friends! I have never forgotten you!

How are you, my friend? I have never forgotten you! 16 months, I worry about you every minute, because you are one of 56 brothers and sisters.

My peers who died in the disaster, my friends!

Friend, I have never forgotten you, because you are my own brother, so I still care about you silently until today. Ah, my friend! I hope you can feel this friendship at your fingertips in heaven!

Friends! I care about you!

Pay attention to excellent composition 9 life is dull, and those fragmentary sunshine penetrate the branches and are divided into many pieces. Scattered in the body, is some incomplete warmth. Life is so quiet that I am moaning in words.

I searched in my mind, trying to spell out some people I can care about, even if there is only one.

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I sat under the tree, turned over my diary and fell asleep. Oh, those words that once touched me, those fragments that once made me sad, just floated in the wind. Isn't that a little pathetic? I asked myself. Where are the people and things that I thought I could remember for a lifetime, wind and rain?

I am at a loss myself. What is caring? Worryingly, Li Xunhuan returned to the Jianghu after ten years of seclusion, just to meet Lin Shiyin. Worryingly, when he drugged himself with alcohol, he still held the statue of Lin Shiyin in his hand. Caring for Lanlin means looking for Gu Xiaobei's face in the Shanghai sky after leaving Beijing for half a year. Yes, these worries are too far away from me now.

On that day in a certain year, I felt lonely because of my concern. But without care, I am more lonely and lonely.

The withering of a leaf reminds me of something vaguely. What? Is it a green smiling face or the boss's eyes? I'm not sure. Maybe it's Xian's face, maybe it's Hong's smile. Those memories are strung together one by one, but the picture spelled out is so unclear. I smile at the sky. Is this the so-called carefree life? Why do people who make me laugh and cry abandon me? Or did I abandon you?

I thought I could calm my pulse by living a simple life, but I forgot what I was running from.

I began to run around the edge of the city every day, looking for things that could bother me. However, what impressed me with the noise of the city was only the loneliness bluer than the blue sky.

White clouds quietly covered my eyes.

In the dream, only snowflakes are flying.

Pay attention to excellent composition 10 in life, there are always some people who let themselves miss, impress and care about themselves.

Since I parted ways with Yuan Yijia, I have always missed something.

One night, at work, I accidentally saw a birthday card of Yuan Yijia. I was shocked and suddenly looked very sad. Past songs and laughter, past tears, competing to float to the heart. Yuan Jia, what good friends! When you succeed, everyone smiles at each other and knows it; When you are unsuccessful, everyone will hold hands and encourage each other; When you are happy, everyone laughs; When you are sad, let tears cover your cheeks. Everyone's deep friendship is incomparable to anything!

I sat at my desk, carefully biting the trivial matters between Yuan Yijia and crying.

Suddenly, Ding Lingling, I glanced at my mobile phone and saw a string of data-Yuan Yijia called. I quickly answered the phone. From the microphone, a long-lost and familiar voice came from my ear: Hello, please give me some advice on the phone, saying that Yuan Yijia got 27th place in the mid-term exam, that her new teacher is very funny, and that she has worked hard a lot today, so that I can understand that she cares about me and misses me.

Learn to put the phone down, I feel no pressure inside. Yes, there are friends in Wan Li who care about themselves. What is the reason why I am sad?

Concern is the emotion between people. Sometimes, a phone call, a letter, a birthday card and a word can express a person's nostalgia. For many years, calling other basin friends is concerned, sending home letters to distant relatives is concerned, and asking parents good night and sweet dreams is concerned, without false residue and utilitarian color. In caring, everyone is happy, moved, missed and grateful.

Worrying about excellent composition 1 1 actually has many directions. In my own understanding, caring is the yearning for home, the expectation and yearning for our parents. I didn't feel this concern when I was in primary school or junior high school, but when I was away from my hometown and parents in high school, I realized how important it was to care and how important it was in my heart. Because I left my hometown and parents for the first time, I had to do everything by myself, and I had to create everything by myself, so I cared more about my family and parents.

Of course, parents' concern for us is also essential, because every time I come home from school, I will see my parents preparing a sumptuous dinner, caring about my study at school and whether my self-care ability at school is good enough. Parents' concern for us may not be expressed in words, but they will observe us and give us care through some subtle actions or things. It says that every time I come home from school on weekends, my parents will prepare meals for me. This is what they have missed and cared about me for a week. They will worry about whether I eat well at school or not. This is also their biggest concern.

In fact, caring is a very good thing. I can care about my parents who care about my family at school because I am grateful to them. The concern brought by this distance will make us remember it in our hearts. There is a popular saying that distance produces beauty. Actually, I think it also applies to family relationships. If we live together all day, we will often quarrel and look unhappy. But when we have a distance, we will have a deep concern, which will lead to our feelings warming up, treating our parents or understanding their efforts to us. Many children are dissatisfied with their parents because they live together all day, have not lived an independent life, and can't understand their parents' hardships, so they will blame their parents. But when I left home for school, I found that their parents were very hard and tired. They really paid a lot for us.

Pay attention to excellent composition 12 that summer, I flew back to my hometown, and my parents settled me down and left. What about me? The plane was delayed for a long time, so I had no communication equipment and had to wait for the plane all the time. Loneliness almost surrounded me. But my grandmother, who was waiting for me in my hometown, jumped up and down with anxiety. My uncles and cousins who waited together all went home, leaving grandma alone.

I finally got on the plane, and my desire to go home was even stronger. Although I am still sitting in my seat, my heart has flown home. I can't wait to run to the cab and turn the speed to the maximum, so that I can go home early and talk to my grandparents who haven't seen me for a long time. Through the window, I looked at the fast-moving ants on the ground, and I couldn't help but get excited. This is my first time to fly. But slowly, I became embarrassed, afraid that my grandmother and them would wait in the wrong place, afraid that they would remember the wrong time, etc ... At that time, I was restless, like a dark cloud on my head, and it seemed that all bad luck was coming to me. It seems that after a long time, I finally reached my destination. I unfastened my seat belt carefully, ran out of the plane like a gust of wind, and quickly ran to the waiting hall.

As soon as I entered the waiting room, I saw my grandmother who was as fidgety as I was on the plane. As soon as she saw me, she excitedly stood up to say hello to me and patted me on the back. "How did you go so long? Your uncle and they both went back to work. I have been worried about you for a long time. What are you doing? Go! " In the car, she kept saying how much they cared about me. In fact, I really want to tell them that I care about them too, but I don't know why I just can't say it. But I don't think I need to say it. Maybe we care about each other. Needless to say. When I got home, my cousin was also very excited and said that she had wanted to see me for a long time, but the plane was late and I was worried.

Care, maybe not hidden in your heart, sometimes you can be happy.

Pay attention to excellent composition 13 There is a kind of affection in the world called caring, and I can't tell what it tastes like.

In my mind, there is always a voice of love. She is chubby, always with a smile on her face, and the breath in her brow reveals her kindness and kindness. She is my grandmother. Although she has rested in peace, her figure will not disappear in my memory. I miss her because I love her. I can't forget her smile, her innocence and her kindness to me.

Because she is my closest relative, I cried at her grave. I seldom cry, but that day, I cried badly. I knelt quietly in front of her, tears dripping down my cheeks, and the dust from the wind covered the tears, but soon I was wet again. Eyes are red and swollen, and some are unsightly. I don't know how many thoughts I have in my heart and want to keep her. But she still left and was taken away by a ruthless disease. I wish it was me, not her.

I can't forget that my grandmother was worried about my exam before she died. At that time, she was so confused that she didn't even recognize her own children, and her speech was vague. But at night, or when she came back at dawn, she looked particularly energetic and asked her relatives around her, "When will my granddaughter take the exam?" Grandma asked again and again, and relatives said it again and again, but I still couldn't remember it. Finally grandma said, "I can't remember." Write it down in your notebook so that I can pray for her on the day of the exam. " Who would have thought that such a kind grandmother left her beloved granddaughter forever a few days before the exam?

Every night, looking at the stars all over the sky, I will think of my grandmother who has gone to the west, or I will be worried. Ask the stars in the sky which is your resting place? Did you have a good time there? Are you as worried about each other as I am? Sometimes, looking up at the starry sky, the stars seem to gather gradually, as if they can see you smiling at me again.

Later, for me, the stars are no longer simply dazzling, but also my concern for my grandmother.

Pay attention to excellent composition 14 This is an old man who has raised two generations. Years have mercilessly dyed all her hair, but her eyes are always so kind, because until today, she still cares about the next generation with love.

She is my grandmother.

One winter night in my hometown, a bright moon was high in the sky, and a cold wind blew from time to time. The old pagoda tree stood there lifelessly, as if waiting for someone to return.

I should have gone home early, but when I was a child, I was very ignorant and stayed out late with my classmates. Walking to the door, a familiar figure shook in front of my eyes. I recognized grandma by the cold moonlight. She wore thin clothes, her thin body leaned against the door frame, and her eyes were so calm and kind.

Quietly, like a deep pool of water, deep and deep, my heart thumped: Oh, no, I'm going to be beaten! Make up an excuse to say that I didn't see my grandmother pick me up, so I waited at the school gate for a long time! When this reason was about to pop out of my mouth, my grandmother grabbed my frozen hand and pulled me away, saying, "grandson, is it cold?" Go inside quickly. It's all my grandmother's fault. I temporarily decided to go out and buy you a book. I forgot the time and picked you up at school! "I froze. I didn't expect this. My eyes suddenly blurred grandma's thin figure.

As soon as I entered the room, grandma immediately took out a bowl of steaming fried rice with eggs from the pot. I held chopsticks in my hand and took a bite of rice to my mouth, but I couldn't swallow it for a long time. This is a more delicious meal than any delicacies, and it is also a bowl full of love and care.

Tears dripping into the bowl, looking at my smiling grandmother around me, I began to gobble up. ...

That day, grandma didn't blame me, but let her deep concern melt in the waiting. No matter how long you wait, you always take pains to say, "I'm used to it, I'm used to everything ..."

Now studying in a foreign land, every time I look up at the night sky, I always think of the heart that has been worried in the dark.

Paying attention to excellent composition 15 is a perfect feeling.

What I care about is not only whether you really taste the perfect taste of being cared for, but also whether you can feel the warm feeling when being cared for. However, I understand that the feeling of caring grows with age.

When I was a child, I was naive. I didn't know what care was, and I didn't know that I was cared for by many people. I only remember that every time I go out, my mother always tells me to be careful with the car and go home early; Every time I come home late, my father is always outside the door, rain or shine; On holidays and birthdays, I always receive letters or greeting cards from distant relatives. At that time, I didn't understand that it was called "caring" or its connotation-how much affection and love it contained.

Gradually, I grew up and gradually understood the preciousness of this concern. For example, every time my father goes on a business trip, my mother pays attention to the weather forecast of the place where my father goes every day, so I won't be naive enough to clamor for cultural programs. Because I know, maybe my mother knows, even knowing the weather there can't help my father, but it's a concern and a love.

Now, when I receive a letter from a friend who has been far away from home, I will never throw it away, but read it carefully. Because I understand that this is a friend's concern, and reading letters is the best choice to enjoy this concern, just like understanding a warm concern when the cold wind blows. I will never delay answering my letter again, because I understand why he doesn't expect my concern when he cares about me.

In fact, sometimes, caring is very tiring, but it is very enjoyable, because it is an answer to comfort the soul.

Although carefree and chic, there is still concern behind it.

I like caring. I want to use my care to wash away the troubles in every friend's heart; I want to take off a piece of white cloud, take my care and send a peace, a joy, a innocence and a deep blessing to every friend of mine.