I want to tell you a composition.

In daily life, people are always associated with writing, and people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange through writing. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is what I arranged. I want to tell you a composition. Welcome to reading. I hope you like it.

The composition I want to tell you 1 Childhood is like an overturned five-flavor bottle, which contains sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, happy, sad and sorry. There was a funny thing in my childhood.

It was in the hot summer, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and the hot air was everywhere. My mother took me to my grandmother's house, where there are dense bamboo forests and the air is fresh, which is naturally much cooler than in the city. In addition, my little cousin has come to my grandmother's house, so I can have fun with him!

My cousin and I came to explore in the Woods. First, we found a bird's egg on a tall jujube tree. My brother rolled his eyes and said to me, "Why don't we climb trees and dig eggs?" "Good idea!" I readily agreed.

We discussed it for a while, and my brother came up with an idea: "you can move a stone as a stepping stone first, and then you and I will step on it together;" If the height is not enough, you can add a stone. In this way, when you get to a high place, don't you just pick it with branches and finish it? " I said with a grain of salt, "Well, give it a try! "

We finished it step by step according to the plan, but more than a dozen stones have been paved, which is still far from the Bird's Nest, but I am already worried. Can I go up this high? Finally, the younger brother said, "Come on, climb up along it and step on the top stone." "I plucked up my courage and decided to give it a try. At first, I thought the stone was stable, but after walking four or five floors, I felt a slight shake, then climbed up and accidentally fell black and blue. When I got angry, I said to my brother, "Look at your bad idea! "My brother also picked up a stone and threw it at the Bird's Nest." Hum! It's hard to eat a bird's egg! "

Unexpectedly, the stone hit the bird's nest and the bird's nest fell from the treetop. To our surprise, there was a chick in it, but we knocked it unconscious, and blood oozed from its forehead and delicate feathers.

Every time I think about it, my heart is full of regret and self-blame.

I want to say composition 2 to you. As time goes on, I find that the earth is full of rubbish, and people are becoming more and more immoral. You see, the original crystal clear river has now become a paradise for plastic bags; Look, the once endless sky has been occupied by dark clouds. I began to reflect on my behavior.

I always thought that the earth was so big that the garbage I threw would not cause much harm, so I did something stupid in ignorance.

I remember once, when the weather was fine and I was in a good mood, I bought snacks with a humming tune and went out to play happily.

The sky is blue and birds are chirping. While eating snacks, I jumped up and down, scattering my ugly "footprints"-food packaging bags along the way. They wandered around the sky, dancing, as if proudly saying, "Haha, this is my place!" " These food packaging bags have become a wonder of Nanjing.

I still walked in the street as if nothing had happened, without a trace of guilt in my heart, still smiling, but I didn't know that I had sown the seeds of evil in my heart.

After a while, I went back the same way. However, I can't believe the scene before me-aunt cleaner is patiently chasing the arrogant packaging bag. Somehow, I flushed with shame and strode away without thinking.

Along the way, I didn't stop and looked up at the blue sky. I suddenly feel how small and insignificant I am, but it has added many scars and pains to the earth on which we live. I blame myself for littering. Why do you want to help aunt cleaner? Why not ...?

I am rethinking, and what I want to say most in my heart is: "The earth, the mother of more than one billion people, I am sorry!"

I want to tell you composition 3. Miss Wang, you have led us for so many years and so many people in Class 7. I have a lot to say to you. But I don't know what to say. Here I want to tell you everything I want to tell you.

"Teacher Wang, I want to thank you for your education. Since I don't know anything, you taught us in an interesting way when I was just budding. But now we have grown as big as grass. Although we have not grown into such a towering tree, we will never forget what you taught us. "

To our fourth-grade math teacher, Mr. Peng, I have something to say to you: "Mr. Peng, although you haven't taught us as long as Mr. Wang, you have taught us more in a short time." I couldn't do decimal multiplication at first, but now decimal multiplication is a piece of cake for me. "

For the present teacher Peng, I have something to say to you: "Although you have just taught us for less than a month, I can see your intentions towards us. Sometimes when you face us, we may sometimes be a little unconvinced. " But many people only understand a truth in an instant, but they don't understand it in reality. It is the teacher who quarrels with you, which is good for you. If the teacher doesn't quarrel with you, even if there is a fight in class, the teacher is indifferent to it, and that is giving up on you. "

Although our science teacher is not so strict with us now, if someone talks and fights in class, the teacher will help explain and solve the problem and criticize the wrong study.

My English teacher, who also has flowers, said, "Thank you for staying with us in Grade 4 and 5. From the beginning, you taught us strictly to make our English by going up one flight of stairs. I want to thank you in particular. "

This is what I want to say to the teacher. Finally, I want to thank you deeply.

I want to tell you composition 4. In the cold moonlight, the roar of the engine came from the window. I quickly opened the window and stared. Is that you?

You are a motorcycle, and you are older than me. The whole body is plated with silver, like a general with silver and white armor and heroic hair, comfortable cushions, wide tires and hot exhaust pipes-how handsome.

I remember one summer vacation, my mother gave birth to my sister, and my aunt sent me back and forth to the interest class. You used the motorcycle. At that time, my aunt got lost because she was not familiar with the terrain. The two of them are like a bird lost in the wind, like a lone wolf out of the group, driving without direction, just like an explorer without a map without a goal. Fortunately, you have led us to turn around in dead ends again and again, cross wooden bridges without guardrails again and again, and shuttle through narrow paths again and again, causing strange eyes in the countryside again and again. Originally, the sunset was like blood and the sky was bright red. After many twists and turns on the road, I finally got home. The sky is full of stars, and the motorcycle is dormant, just like a tired cheetah closing its eyes and waiting for the next "expedition".

How many years have passed, you have lost your old wine: the silver appearance has become mottled, and the cushion has cracked, revealing the sponge inside, just like the war generals of the last century and the elderly veterans of this century.

At most, the world can't stay. One day, I suddenly heard that motorcycles were going to be sold. I know that you can't stay, just like people will leave when they are old.

In the cold weather, the cold wind tells the story of that year. The buyer got on the motorcycle, and your back left in the moonlight.

The roar of the engine is in harmony with the whistling wind. Alas, a song "From Song to Song" was heartbreaking, and motorcycles were passers-by from now on. Dear motorcycle, it's been several years. I don't know if you can still eat. I don't know if you are still handsome. ...

I want to say composition 5 to you. Who always touches my head and asks if it's warm and cold? Who always gives me encouragement and comfort when I fail? Who always gives everything for me? -It's Mom!

Mother has a shiny black curls, watery eyes and a glib mouth under her small nose.

I remember last Monday, I came home from school and said to my mother, "Mom! We will conduct a mid-term survey on Wednesday. " "Oh, hurry up and do your homework!" Mom said. After a while, I finished my homework. My mother said, "Eat, eat." "Oh, here I am. I am coming! "

After dinner, I ran to watch TV. My mother said, "Don't you have an exam the day after tomorrow?" Don't read a book yet. ""Oh, mom, can I watch it tomorrow? Is there no other day? ""You haven't heard the story of a monkey building a house! I tell you, that monkey always waits until tomorrow to build a house, and he gets nothing. The meaning of this story is that nothing can be put off until tomorrow. Is there nothing else to do tomorrow? The day after tomorrow, how many tomorrows I will live until tomorrow, and everything will be wasted. "You should be very clear about the meaning of this poem, shouldn't you? Think for yourself. "

I calm down and think carefully: my mother will drive me to school every day. When she gets home, she has to wash clothes and cook. How difficult it is! So, I admitted my mistake to my mother.

Through this incident, I understand my mother's painstaking efforts better. The ancients said it well: "But how much love there is in an inch of grass, and I get three rays of spring."

Mom, I want to say to you: "Your love is a kind smile, a kind word, a warm encouragement and a strict request."

Mom, I want to say to you: "I love you!" " "

I want to tell you that everything is not as far away as I thought.

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Composition, I used to think that you are an unreachable star in the sky, shining, but it is difficult to write well; You are a glass bottle, only that big, you can't write long. You are a killer, no matter how many beautiful things you decorate, you will never become a pearl.

However, gradually, I understand that you are like a blank piece of paper, which can be turned into a masterpiece under color rendering, and the new ideas in composition will not be unique, and the emotional confession will not become a bright diamond.

Composition is like a diamond, it lies in cutting, but that knife is life, everything is closely related to life, and everything is for the pursuit of life.

Next, every edge to be cut needs to be thought out, and what method to cut the perfect edge, but the cutting method needs to be thought out. At this time, you are no longer a diamond cutter, but a soul shaper. The number of diamonds determines the brilliance of diamonds, and the number of faces depends on whether you can think from multiple angles.

Everything has many angles, and each angle represents an emotion, a feeling and an understanding of life. The key is whether you know how to put yourself in others' shoes.

Paying attention to the cutting of diamonds is also a major focus of composition, which requires methods to practice, to cultivate with feelings, to describe with details, and to decorate with gorgeous and appropriate words.

The cutting of each knife has its value, the positioning of each knife and the orientation of the next knife.

Every time you cut a knife, you feel the same. Every knife, you should mobilize your five senses to observe, grasp the characteristics of the diamond itself, cut the knife and write a composition, just like a knife. Each knife is more exciting than the other.

Diamonds are formed here, which is also a good composition.

Composition makes you not so far away. Every composition is also a shining diamond, dazzling. Through my own efforts, I will turn you into a diamond.

I want to say composition 7 to you: me, me, me! After class, everyone scrambled to be the teacher's assistant and secretary. Teacher! How hard you are correcting our messy homework. Your serious correction will stop us from making mistakes and let me learn more from them.

Someone invited. Bring him back!

All right. The students speak in unison, and their voices are thunderous!

After class, everyone is vying to be a small policeman and catch those wanted criminals who don't do their homework and behave badly. Those prisoners who escaped from prison always worried the teacher. Teacher! You never rest after class. You are a conscientious nanny who takes care of us every day. We really should be grateful! However, there are still some naughty classmates who worry you. Really wrong!

Teacher, you are a veritable encyclopedia. A flexible brain and a pair of sharp eagle eyes are essential weapons for your class. As long as we are lazy and careless, you can see right through us. But you always use humor to make us adjust our learning attitude automatically. In class, your witty words and funny classroom style can always make everyone laugh from ear to ear, which makes everyone more motivated to participate in learning and get twice the result with half the effort. If we make mistakes and don't listen to advice, your punishment always makes us shudder. You're as handsome as the Monkey King asking somersault cloud to take out the golden hoop. You were fascinated by his skill and immediately achieved the deterrent effect.

Teacher! Thank you for taking the trouble to teach us, tolerating our mistakes again and again, and letting us know the attitude we should have in learning and doing things. You always treat us sincerely, pragmatically and seriously, and make us excellent students. Your generosity and selflessness have enabled us to thrive and be kind as mountains and rivers. On the eve of the annual Teacher's Day, I want to say loudly to the teacher: Thank you, teacher!

I want to tell you composition 8 Grandma, I want to tell you: Please don't work so hard. Your health is more important than those grains.

You were born in the countryside, married in the countryside, and lived in the countryside all your life. Your fate seems to have been decided at birth. You are a hard-working woman. In my eyes, you are always busy and rarely see you rest, especially in the hottest June and July, when you are still working in the fields at noon, while others have been hiding at home, blowing fans, eating watermelons and taking a comfortable nap. I wish you wouldn't do so much farm work. The most important thing at this age is to take care of yourself. But you never listen to them. You have been diligent all your life, and you don't know what it is like to be lazy. But grandma, your silver hair is sprouting quietly, and your dark skin has several wrinkles. If this continues, I am really worried. Please do less.

Grandma, you still have the biggest problem, you know, that is irregular diet. Sometimes I only eat one meal a day, and sometimes a sweet potato is the top meal. And when I am particularly busy, I only have breakfast at noon and Chinese food at night. Why not love yourself? Every time there is something delicious, it will be left to my sister and me. Why are you always worried that we can't eat well at school? We are young and eat. I have never enjoyed any happiness in my life. If you don't compensate yourself in your later years, it will be too late. As the saying goes, people are iron rice steel, and they are hungry without eating a meal. So, grandma, please eat well, take good care of yourself, and think more about yourself in the future.

Grandma, you brought me up. You are my favorite and most important person. If anything happens to you, I must be the saddest. Didn't you always tell me to study hard? I promise you, but you must do as I say, okay?

I want to tell you composition 9. Teacher, how have you been recently? I want to say something to you.

In the eyes of teachers, I am a good student with good grades and intelligence. Therefore, especially when I give my English teacher an endorsement, the teacher always finds something for me.

I remember once, I recited it again from my teacher, and the teacher still said to me with a cold face, "Xiao Xin, how many times have I said, I have to read those sounds well!" "Hearing this, I came to a corner and began to do as the teacher said. I think I can go to the teacher and start reciting. But in the end, I got the cold shoulder. I really feel that I have done what the teacher asked. I really couldn't help it this time, but I still held back the tears that were about to surge, so I had to walk away silently. I really don't understand why I work so hard to do what the teacher asks, but the teacher always feels dissatisfied. Is it because I am a good student that I am very strict with me, or is it because I usually do something wrong to make my teacher angry? No matter how old I want to be, I want to know why. How much I want to ask the teacher about you, but I am afraid of being rejected by the teacher and making the teacher angry. Teacher, I miss your encouragement after my efforts. Even a word will make me feel very happy. I will work harder to win your satisfied smile again and again, even if it is ten times cold for a satisfied encouraging smile!

Teacher, do you know the way you laugh, which makes me think you are so beautiful? So, I hope you can give me a smile when I am most sad and need encouragement. Because "a smile is like the sun to a sad person and is more effective than any words".

Teacher, I hope you can understand my efforts and let me win your smile again and again, ok?

I want to say to you, 10 teacher, you are like a hardworking gardener, and we are flowers in bud. If you hadn't worked hard, we wouldn't have achieved today. Teacher, you are a candle, illuminating our way forward. Teacher, although we have been together for less than a month, the affection between you and us is already deep. Teacher, as your right-hand man, I have a lot to say to you. Teacher, would you please listen to me patiently?

Class after class, you don't know what's going on. After you finish your homework, order me to organize everyone to say "legal education". Then you stressed to the whole class that classroom discipline is better, and then you left. I asked the students to talk about "legal education". However, as soon as you left, the classroom, which was just silent, suddenly became a "bird's paradise", and many trick-or-treating kings appeared. Some are talking, some are doing their homework, some are laughing at the table, and there is a tendency of "the Monkey King causing havoc in heaven". People's voices on the stage were drowned out by the noise of the audience. I don't know how many minutes later, a classmate with sensitive ears heard the teacher's footsteps and sat down immediately, and then the whole class sat down immediately. It turned out to be a math teacher, and the students were really lively and quiet! I will continue the activities of "legal education". The good times didn't last long. Later, the math teacher returned to the office. As soon as the math teacher walked into the office, the students resumed their voices. Talking and fighting are better than before, but I still continue this activity. I really wanted to "hide with my eyes closed-pretend not to see it", but I persisted in thinking that I was still a class committee. I used my "killer"-remembering names, and the students sat quietly.

I don't know how many minutes passed, and finally I arrived at the teacher. The teacher praised us when he saw that we communicated so well. But I tell you from the bottom of my heart. I hope you don't get angry, and I hope the students will get rid of this bad habit of talking and making small moves in class. I wish the teacher happy every day, without sadness.

I want to tell your composition 1 1 teacher, I want to tell you that you are like a gardener, working hard day and night to train successors of the motherland. Every night, everyone has entered a sweet dream, and you are still sitting under the lamp, carefully correcting our homework. Teacher, roses can only be bright and dazzling under the nourishment of sunshine, and grass can only flourish under the nourishment of rain and dew. Teacher, we got sunshine and rain from you. I want to say to you: you are really great. You are like a spring silkworm, quietly weaving our ideal silk thread. Teacher, you are the sea, and I am a boat, floating in your arms. Teacher, you are a gardener, and I seem to thrive under your hard care ... I love you, teacher!

You spend all your energy on students. You are like a candle, and you will never stop blooming with light and heat. Whenever I make any mistakes, you will inculcate me; Whenever I am excellent, you will give me a favorable look. "Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently", how well this poem is written! Teacher, aren't you like the spring rain in the poem?

Unknown work has cultivated generations of social pillars, but it doesn't need to be rewarded at all. It is you who lit the spark of hope in my young heart; You gave me the key to open the treasure house of knowledge; You taught me the ability to swim in the sea of knowledge. Teacher, thank you for your hard work, your support and encouragement. You are a good teacher in our mind. You are the most beautiful, happiest, sincere and earnest person in our mind. For our bright future, you have been educating, encouraging and supporting us. Teacher, I want to say to you: "thank you, thank you for taking care of us forever, teacher, you have worked hard!" " "

I want to tell you how many teachers have taught me this composition 12 in the past six years, but I want to speak my mind to the present class teacher.

You care about us like a loving mother. This is an interval exercise. When you saw Yang Shuming's face flushed, you kindly walked over and asked, "Yang Shuming, what's the matter with you? Are you uncomfortable? " She replied, "A little." You immediately touched her forehead and said, "It's a little hot, a little feverish." Please take Yang Shuming to the infirmary to take her temperature. When she is sure that she has a fever, call his parents and give him homework in advance. His parents came and took her away. I saw this scene with my own eyes. The caring tone and serious attitude make my heart warm. There is more than one such thing. You warmed the hearts of all our classmates with your loving mother.

You are more like a diligent gardener who will cultivate flowers and plants in the motherland in the future. It was in the sixth grade last semester. I don't write well. You asked me to go to the office. I thought you would blame me, but I didn't expect you to say to me, "Your composition is very good, but your handwriting is incomplete, which shows that you are not serious about your homework!" I looked down. You went on to say, "I know your Chinese is OK. As long as your calligraphy works harder, your Chinese score will definitely be better. " This is, after listening to the teacher's words, I said to myself in my heart: "You must practice your handwriting well!" " "Since then, as soon as I have time, I must practice calligraphy. After a period of time, my calligraphy has really improved. You act more like a gardener, cutting off the tiny branches of a tree when it is budding to prevent it from affecting the growth of the whole tree.

Teacher, I still have a lot to say to you. Perhaps, I will treasure your teachings in my big pocket!

I want to tell you the composition 13. You are a colorful butterfly, spreading your dream wings and flying in the season when all flowers are in full bloom. You have purified my soul, and I have expressed my feelings for you for a long time. Dancing is really a pleasure.

But sometimes, in the face of sudden you, I am a little at a loss. There are so many messy materials and feelings in my mind that I can't express them in perfect language. My pen can't move on white paper, and I can't wait to pierce the paper after racking my brains. I am always aimlessly deadlocked, dragging my feet and thinking hard. Finally, exhausted, I pieced together a dry article. I read it again and revised it again, which made me feel less happy and relieved.

Composition, sometimes you make me sad and sometimes you make me happy.

Whenever I want to pour out a thousand words, I pick up my pen and leave lines of words on a piece of white paper. I feel as if I have become an unrestrained scholar, and I can write with a stroke of my pen, which has made me admire for a long time. Reading you is like wandering in the world of words. I feel comfortable, as if I have gained priceless treasure.

Your agility, your truthfulness and your charm make me feel that life is no longer monotonous and flowers are everywhere. You are a building, and the wonderful words are the bricks of the building. Only through accumulation again and again can the building be strong.

Composition, I have a lot to say to you, and it is a thousand words. Happiness and sadness in writing correspond, so let me turn sadness into happiness and enjoy it in the hall of composition! I picked up the pen with confidence. ...

I want to tell you the composition 14, brother, do you know? I have a lot to say to you, but I never got a chance. I'm here today, so I want to tell you something!

Brother, I want to say to you, please don't be so headstrong, okay? Do you remember your eighth birthday? Mom and dad take you to the store to choose gifts. You took a fancy to an expensive remote control car, but dad thought it was too expensive and didn't want to buy it. You won't leave when you see that dad won't buy it. Dad saw you like this and had to buy it for you. When I got home, I couldn't put it down and played all night. But a few days later, you threw it aside and didn't touch it. Brother, do you know how many days dad has to get up early and work in the dark to earn those hundreds of dollars?

Brother, I want to tell you that you have grown up. You should do your own thing and don't let your mother help you any more. Brother, you are 9 years old, but you still need your mother to help you get dressed and put on socks every morning. Moreover, when your mother helps you get dressed, you are always very good and call your mother sweetly; But when your mother criticizes you, you are always angry and say that your mother is not good. That's not good. Brother, when you blame your mother, have you ever thought that she has helped you dress and cook every day for these years ... have you ever thought about it? Don't you know that mom is doing this for your own good! You should know how to be grateful!

Brother, I want to tell you that you should get rid of this conceited character quickly. Once, you called your brother next door an idiot. What about yourself? The second unit test only scored 86 points. Mom said something about you, brother. I hope you can get rid of this shortcoming. Modesty makes people progress, while pride makes people lag behind. Do you understand the meaning of this sentence?

Having said that, I think you should understand what I mean. Brother, I hope you can become a real man after getting rid of these shortcomings.

I want to tell you that there are many stars in the sky, and every star is so dazzling, but in my eyes, there is only one hardworking and kind star, and that star is my grandmother. My parents work in Beijing and are away from home for a long time. My sister and I are both left-behind children, and both rely on grandma to take care of my sister. I grew up under grandma's meticulous care, but you have a lot of white hair on your head.

Every morning, when my sister and I open our eyes, grandma has cooked a delicious breakfast. After my sister and I have breakfast and washed, grandma will send us to school. Then go back to buy food, wash clothes, sweep the floor, mop the floor, prepare lunch, send us meals to school at noon, pick us up after school in the afternoon, and run back and forth six times a day. Grandma, you have really worked hard!

Although grandma works so hard every day, she never complains, but faces life positively and optimistically and takes care of us in every possible way.

I remember once, I said to my grandmother, "I feel a little sick and dizzy, as if I have caught a cold!" " "Grandma hurriedly touched my forehead and ran out without saying anything. It turns out that she went out to buy medicine. Grandma came home and carefully told me when to take medicine, what medicine to take on an empty stomach and how many pills to take each medicine. She told me carefully several times for fear that I might make a mistake. I took the medicine as grandma said, and I was fine after a while. After I got over my cold, my grandmother told me not to drink cold water, and to take off my clothes when running was hot. Physical education class was so tired that she asked the teacher for leave to stop catching a cold.

Grandma buys delicious food and school supplies for my sister and me, no matter how expensive, she will buy them for me and my sister.

I want to say to grandma: "grandma, you have worked hard." I love you. "