Daquan composition

No matter in school or in society, everyone will inevitably come into contact with writing. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following are 8 Daquan compositions that I have compiled. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like them.

Daquan composition 1 listen! Birds are singing in the tree, as if welcoming me. I race with the wind, compare my height with the tree and dance with the grass. Everything on the earth is revived, and the grass seems to be dyed by the magic pen of Miss Chun. I'm about to drip. I ran to the grass and the embrace of nature. Smell it! A refreshing fragrance of flowers, flowers are so bright, I seem to be floating on the sea of flowers, really happy!

Happiness is around, as long as you look for it with your heart, you will feel it everywhere, so wonderful!

Did you hear that? The sound of a saw cutting on a leafy tree "creaks"; Did you hear that? The towering tree fell down; Do you smell it? There is an unpleasant smell in the air, which makes you cough. Did you get a look at him? When turning on the air conditioner makes you feel cool, the hole of ozone gas is getting bigger and bigger; Did you hear that? Mother Earth is crying sadly!

Through the videophone, I saw that Mother Earth's clothes turned yellow and she was still crying sadly, so I asked, "Mother Earth, why are you crying?" Mother Earth sighed and said, "Hey! That's my child-human! " Then he told me: "the waste gas from their factory has gone up into the sky, and the sky is not as blue as before;" Sewage from factories also flows into rivers. This river is not as clear as it used to be; In order to make money and meet the requirements of papermaking, they kept cutting down trees, making the forest area less and less, the desert area more and more large, and small animals lost their beautiful homes; Others have been killing animals. Nowadays, many animals are on the verge of extinction. ...

Uncivilized scenes of human beings emerge in my mind: people spitting and littering on the road; On the river, there are garbage and disposable lunch boxes on both sides of the train station; There are also some people urinating in the corner. ...

I must appeal to mankind: "Mother Earth is sick now, and we are all children of Mother Earth. We should love her and protect her! " ! Let's start with every drop of water, every tree seedling and every grain of rice. Let's give Mother Earth another smile! ! !

Brave people are like muscles. The more you temper, the stronger you become.

Who is brave? How is the brave tempered? Aisingiorro？ Michelle Ye is regarded as a learned emperor. I think he is a brave man. He has studied all his life, and so has he. He is the beginning of the prosperous time of Kanggan. The seriousness of his study can be said to be unprecedented. He is proficient in mathematics, geography, physics, chemistry, etc. And his perseverance in reciting ancient Chinese is amazing. He read and recited 120 times, which adds up to 240 times. I guess, no, the whole world is certain. As an emperor, he exercised himself by studying. Isn't he a brave man?

If you want to be brave, exercise begins. If you are the earth, sports are the forest. If you are a forest, exercise is a green leaf.

Jian Zhen has been to Japan seven times. One day, Jian Zhen asked the master, "Master, I am really tired of going down the mountain to beg alms every day. Others have worn out a pair of shoes for ten years, but I have worn out ten pairs a year. " Without saying anything, Master took him around a muddy place on the island and said, "Look back and see what's there?" Jian Zhen didn't understand: "Nothing! Only a string of footprints. " Master said, "Then why were there no footprints on the gravel road just now?" Jian Zhen realized why there were no footprints on the gravel road. We also know that dirt roads represent tempering. When we are exercising, can we look back at our "footprints"?

The basis of tempering is diligence, which reminds me of an old saying: the mountain road is dangerous, life is long, the road ahead is long, and heaven rewards diligence.

Looking at my non-stop footsteps, I have forgotten where I am, who can change the journey of life, and who knows how terrible eternity is. We are all working hard and constantly tempering ourselves. Although I have no remarkable achievements, although I have experienced failures, there may be more people like me, but no one is willing to give up.

We are constantly "on the road", forgetting the way out and pursuing occasional satisfaction in disappointment. Brave people are like muscles. The more we temper, the stronger we become. Are we really willing to pursue occasional satisfaction only in disappointment? The answer is: no, we are always tempering ourselves in different ways. If we fail, we are not afraid. What we want is not frustration in disappointment. When we really wake up from the exercise, we will become indestructible "strong muscles".

Temper ourselves, because we don't want to fail; Temper ourselves, because we don't want to give up; Temper yourself, because "who am I?"; Temper ourselves, because we are willing to be brave among the brave.

In my opinion, tempering is the cornerstone of success.

Tashan Park is a beautiful park in our hometown, in which stands a tower-Dragon and Phoenix Pagoda.

There is a tall camphor tree next to Longfeng Tower. It has a history of 800 years. It is surrounded by dense layers of leaves, like a big green mulberry tree. The most beautiful is the forest around the Dragon and Phoenix Pagoda. In spring, the trees spit out brand-new branches, grow green leaves and put on new green clothes for the whole park.

In summer, trees grow out of lush cages, and dense layers of branches cover the red fireball sun, which makes people enjoy the cool.

In autumn, an autumn wind blows and leaves fly in the forest. At this time, the children are chasing and playing with leaves in the forest covered with leaves.

In winter, snowflakes fall on trees, covering the forest like a warm white quilt. At this time, the Dragon and Phoenix Pagoda is even more magnificent.

The Woods around the Dragon and Phoenix Pagoda are so beautiful!

The fifth article "Ding Lingling" of Daquan's composition has started, and the students are still twittering. As soon as the teacher listened, the anger that had been suppressed for a day began (and finally burned up).

What on earth are you doing? The teacher flew into a rage, and suddenly his eyes narrowed, like a crack, and like a dark cloud "bang" appeared. So, with a wave of her hand, she slapped (smashed) her hand on the podium and said, "You have rebelled, the bell has rung, and you are still talking." At this time, the whole class immediately quieted down, only the fan overhead was still shaking, and the table would still shake from time to time. The introduction describes the fan and table, wonderful! )

The students were silent, and everyone was almost scared by this "12 earthquake", and the whole class trembled. (crying-) The boy's face is red and the girl is shaking all over. You can describe your psychology at that time. )

"What are you doing? The teacher stared at us angrily. Students, you look at me and I look at you. I don't know what to do or how to express myself. The teacher's anger burned for thirty minutes before she slowly stopped her long speech. )。 "You are really, don't study hard, don't you get tired of talking so much in class? "The students have any performance in this respect? As soon as the teacher said these things, he announced the class was over. I thought to myself: Teacher, I don't want to have a "12 earthquake" every day.

After school, I carry my schoolbag and go home with sadness. This is not only my personal idea, but also the feeling of the whole class. I really hope there will be no more "earthquakes" in the future.

Rewriting the ancient poem "herding sheep baby" Rewriting the ancient poem "herding sheep baby" A long time ago, there happened such a story in Class 7, Grade 5, Li Yanji Primary School. One evening, as night falls, the wind gently blows on the face, which makes people feel particularly comfortable. The scenery in the mountain village is really beautiful! The vast grassland is covered with green weeds. Listen carefully, there is a shepherd boy's melodious flute in the evening breeze. Although the shepherd boy is tired after grazing for a day, you see that he is so happy. I saw him humming a ditty while playing the flute, and he went home happily. The shepherd boy is full, and it's getting late. After dinner, he didn't do anything, not even taking off his hemp fibers, so he lay in the open air to rest on a moonlit night. The shepherd boy looked at the beautiful starry sky on a moonlit night, stared alone, counted the stars in the sky, recalled what happened during the day, and gradually fell asleep. Look! He seems to have had a sweet dream, with a smile on his mouth, so pure and sweet. This paper rewrites ancient poems for original articles.

In this world, no matter when and where, no matter what status, there will always be something lost in the long river of time. Those who are far away from us may be a long-lasting friendship; Perhaps it is unforgettable love; Maybe it's an official identity ... but there is a vivid thing in my life called voice.

That's grandma's voice calling me. My grandmother is a very strong woman. In modern words, she is a woman. In the family, she not only plays the image of strict mother, but also plays the image of treating her granddaughter as a treasure.

Because grandma's family was poor, she dropped out of school just in the fourth grade, so grandma vowed that even if she sold the iron in the pot, she would provide for her father and aunt to go to school. After their success, my sister and I were born, and my grandmother played the image of "strict milk". My sister and I are one year apart. At that time, we were in the same classroom regardless of grade. Every time after school, grandma always asks me what my sister and I learned at school, whether we had a quarrel with our classmates or something. Although grandma can't read, every time I hear my sister and I talk about our performance at school, grandma always says, "That's good, my two children are working hard, and grandma will be blessed in the future!" But you must work harder. "Grandma has always been proud of us, especially me, I am a sister. Because the personality is better than my sister, I am naturally favored.

Two days before grandma left, I couldn't take one last look at grandma because I was in a hurry to review. My sister told me that grandma's last words to her sister were: "My granddaughter, don't you miss grandma?" After listening to my sister's words, I felt a broken five-flavor bottle in my heart, and suddenly tears filled my eyes.

Grandma has been in heaven for more than two years. Every time I see a particularly bright star in the dark starry sky on a sleepless night, I think it must be grandma watching me in heaven, blessing me and watching me grow day by day.

However, these two words of grandma will never be repeated in my life, but they will always be fresh in my memory and lingering.

Love has no class and always makes people feel warm.

In winter, the chill is pressing, and the wind hits the face with snowflakes, which hurts my hands. Ride faster, it's far from home. I thought bitterly in my heart. Suddenly a shrinking figure caught my eye, a beggar! He is in rags and disgusting. In front of him is a broken bowl with only a few coins in it. Pedestrians on the road hurried past him without leaving a trace of warmth. I can't help speeding up and trying to overtake him, but my heart is half cold when I step under my feet. It won't be broken again! I hurried out of the car and looked at it. It was really broken. I looked around and there was no one around.

After a few steps forward, the snow became heavier and frozen on my face. I stood there in a rash of anxiety. what can I do? I saw that the original beggar was gone, and all the beggars were hiding.

Suddenly, a man walked in front of me. Take a closer look, there is another person behind. That was the beggar just now. My heart is cold. What does he want? A cold sweat broke out on the ruler, and I could hear my heartbeat when I was close. Let me fix it for you, son! Then the man and the old beggar squatted down to help me repair the car. I'm at a loss. Are they helping me? I looked at the old man again, dressed in rags and with white hair. He may have a happy home, but the disaster made him a beggar. However, he helped a stranger in such a cold winter.

Son, the car has been repaired. Get on the bus quickly. It's too cold. I came to my senses and looked at the kind smile of the old man, and my heart surged. He kept rubbing his ruddy hands, which were covered with oil stains. There is a warm current in my body and mind. I tried to shake his hand, but he flinched. No, no, my hands are too dirty. I took out the money in my schoolbag and gave it all to him at once. The weather is sunny and the sun shines on me. Ride slowly and skate in the snow. I dare not look back, for fear that he will see me cry. It's still cold, but your love makes me extremely warm.

Forced to make a living, you beg along the street. In the face of others' cold eyes and ridicule, you never speak, but the indifference of society still can't change your kind heart. Thank you for letting me feel the warmth of June in the cold winter. Your love has warmed my life.

Love is just a word! Although her magic can't make people who meet by chance become bosom friends, at least it can warm me, you and him! To this end, we especially appeal to reject indifference, warm you and me, lift a finger, start from small things, start from me!