A composition about treasure

In daily study, work or life, everyone has been exposed to composition. Writing a composition can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our mind and think about our future direction. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is my composition on the topic of treasure, which is for reference only and I hope it will help you.

In my memory, there is one thing that I always cherish.

I remember when I was in the sixth grade, my deskmate was my "enemy". We usually didn't talk, even if we talked for more than two sentences, otherwise we would quarrel. But it's not entirely because I have a bad temper. A large part of the reason is that his mother died recently, which made his stubborn temper more changeable.

In that self-study class, I was stepping up my homework, but the damn pen went on strike again. First, I shook it gently, and then I saw that it was disobedient and shook it violently. "Finally!" My heart is exulting. Fortunately, I subconsciously glanced at my deskmate and saw several conspicuous ink marks on his pants. I didn't know what to do then. "That pair of white trousers was bought for her by his mother! That's her favorite skirt. I made his pants like this, and we are "enemies". He will never let me go easily. " I'm scared when I think about it. However, I think "he will know sooner or later, so it is better to admit it as soon as possible and ask for' leniency'!" . So I wrote a little note, "I'm sorry, I accidentally soiled your pants when I just repaired the pen." If it's expensive, I'll make you another pair! " "And then trembling to him. He looked down at his trousers and went on doing his homework. I felt the coming of "disaster" more and more, and thought, "This is the peace before the storm. "After class, I kept saying' sorry' to him." Oh, it's just a pair of broken pants. I don't have much money Don't always bother me! "Although listening to what she said, I never said anything, but my heart is still very sorry, always full of bitterness and guilt.

When I passed the toilet after school, I saw her running the faucet, struggling to wipe the ink stains with a paper towel and crying. I fought back my tears and left silently. I don't have the courage to face her at this moment, and I believe she does, too!

No matter how strong, indifferent and unreasonable she looks ... she always puts up with so much in her heart and can hide it so deep that she won't make me feel more guilty. From then on, we were like old friends who had known each other for many years. Nobody said anything, and we never touched the "soft spot" in our hearts.

I keep this matter and this "secret" in my heart.

In the passage of time, everyone has his own past.

As for me, although there are many things in the past, it is my past after all. There are many treasures in my heart, but there is only one Chinese teacher who is kind to me except my relatives.

Although my school is small, the people here are very harmonious in this school. He has been my head teacher since I was in junior high school. We have seen him many times before this. His height is 170, and his figure is also the standard of my uncle. He wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and has a very amiable face.

I remember that in the first Chinese class, the teacher asked a classmate to read a text. Looking at the teacher's amiable face and cheerful voice, I don't know where I got the courage. I raised my hand and the teacher really taught me. Listening to his sweet voice, I read the full text fluently and won applause from the whole class. From then on, I treated this teacher like a friend, so he made me not afraid of Chinese.

In the emotional training these days, the teacher won the love of the students. Sometimes his movements and eyes will give me the greatest motivation and help me out of trouble. He always spurs me and inspires me. He seems to be a captain, driving a boat, opening endless light for me and propping up a sky for me. The old teacher, like an industrious gardener, nurtured me and our young saplings; Teachers are like a candle, burning themselves and illuminating others; Teachers are like ...

In his class, the students all felt his care and the feeling and warmth of home. Just like our parents, he constantly pays for us, and he pays a lot for the improvement of our grades.

I have learned a lot from these days, and I will cherish him in my heart forever.

Rain, falling freely, slipped down my cheeks. Suddenly, a chill hit my whole body, reminding me of those days that are worth cherishing all my life. Unconsciously, tears fell with the rain. ...

I vaguely remember the beginning of our fate because of the placement of classes at school, and we were destined to be together in the dark. We sat very close at first, just ordinary classmates. Gradually, I found that in the usual dribs and drabs, I have regarded you as a friend, not a classmate. Maybe it's because of your personality. You are obviously a girl, but you have a more handsome hairstyle and a handsome face than a boy. I was full of curiosity about you. Months together have made me get to know you better. You are kind to everyone around you, helpful and caring for your friends. I remember that night's self-study, and I felt my mind was blank and my forehead was hot. I asked you if I had a fever. You gently touched my forehead, asked me if I was all right, wanted to go to the infirmary, took the iced milk tea in my hand and said, "Stop drinking, go back to bed early tonight, and don't stay up late." From then on, I decided to regard you as my good friend. Maybe you think you'll do this to everyone. There is nothing unusual, but there is a warm current in my heart, which is extremely warm. In the future, I will think of you every time I go to the supermarket. I will buy what you like and bring it to you every day. I know, a few days before the end of the semester, I told you that I hated you because of a little thing. I just said it by accident. I see you are very sad. I vaguely see the tears in the corner of your eyes, and my heart is like a needle. I really don't want to hurt you. I will accompany you to the bathroom to wash your face. I asked you why you were crying. You raise your voice and say, "It's not that you don't understand. I care about this class the most."

It's you and so-and-so. You said you hated me. "Tears flow through your cheeks again, and my heart is shocked. No one has ever said such a thing to me. From that moment on, I decided to cherish you. Now that I think about it, I feel even more sad. A lot has happened to us since then. We send messages every night during the winter vacation until we fall asleep. Gradually, I got used to saying good night to you before going to bed every night.

We are leaving soon, and there are too many memories to cherish. Even if there are too many disappointments, we will leave soon. I don't want to see you cry on the last day. I want to keep that perfection in my heart and cherish it forever. ...

On the topic of treasure, the silent moonlight was cut by leaves all over the ground, flickering slightly, and layers of love were blurred by the night, like a confused and distant bud, waiting to be released until-

That night, I went to bed early, because I was angry with my grandmother and thought she didn't love me. The door swam slowly like a light fish, and the light kissed the floor gently, but my heart was decorated with snowflakes flying all over the sky. Grandma stood on tiptoe and floated to me step by step, but with a "crunch", the floor made an uncoordinated sound. Her eager eyes drifted to me, and she was relieved to see me motionless. She leaned forward slowly, held down the toe of her shoes, carefully pulled her feet out of them, and moved barefoot to me on the floor. My heart was deeply shocked and the ice was shattered. My heart is gurgling, the streams are tinkling, the sun is shining, the spring is full, and the grass is dancing. ...

On such a night, I chew my love carefully, touch a room of warm love, enjoy it slowly with the moonlight and cherish it silently.

Jingui fragrance, waiting to bloom. The osmanthus trees are full of petite and lovely flowers; Under the flowers, the elegant Qin is in full swing; The air is filled with the golden color of trees. The fragrance is overflowing—

In the morning when the grass is green and the osmanthus is fragrant, layers of love melt in the fresh air, drawing a touch of faint fragrance on the background of my flowers.

Grandma and I laid a mat under the tree. I held the thick waist of the osmanthus tree and shook it hard. Grandma hugged me, too In the warm sunshine, one tree and two people, flying flowers bloom in the atrium.

Tired of playing, I sat in my grandmother's arms and looked at the osmanthus flowers on the ground. My eyes are full of surprises, and I turn around and look back:

I don't know when, when I grow tall, I will study hard, like a seedling with new buds;

I don't know when, she became thinner and looked at my back silently, like a jujube tree facing withering;

I don't know when we all changed, I became full of energy, and she became serene, loving and nagging. ...

But what will never change is the love and fragrance emitted by the warmth of autumn.

Under the laurel tree, I slowly savored the deep love, savored a wisp of autumn fragrance, listened to the flowers, slowly appreciated them and silently treasured them.

Look at the running water in your heart and listen to the breeze blowing away slowly. ...

In autumn, a yellow leaf suddenly fell from my face. I am very sad, I think I should cherish the green in summer. -inscription

There are not many things that can accompany us all our lives. Maybe it's the previous love promise, saying, I am willing to spend my life with you. Then why are there widows and old bachelors? Perhaps the best confidant before, then why are there old photos that are yellowed and particularly fragrant? Perhaps it is a few profound words of wisdom, so what do you remember in the river of memory and forgetting? Don't forget that we came into this world crying, and when we are old, what can we hold with our hands? We can only be accompanied by our bright red hearts and what we cherish in our hearts.

It's not the flourishing age of 3,000, not the gold of 12,000, not the epigraphy antique calligraphy and painting; It's not endless hate, lingering love, or fame and fortune that we don't deserve to boast about. And simple, or spring breeze, or straw in September, or even a small green leaf, or the first snow in warm winter.

As for me, I like this beautiful nature. Because I love nature, I want to keep it in my heart and cherish it. However, I find that my little heart can't hold its beauty and breadth. So that every gust of wind can make my heart fluctuate; Every drop of rain, kinetic energy moistens my chapped lips; Every tree can make me feel awe; Every creature makes me feel extremely happy.

So, I wrote all the beauty and goodness in nature on a leaf of nature, put it in 888 pages of a thick Chinese dictionary and treasured it. So, I write all the beauty and goodness in my life in my heart, write the four walls full of heart, and cherish them with a perfect eye. When I am old and barren, I can still remember the goodness, beauty and goodness in this world.

And you, in life, should cherish, cherish the beautiful things in life, and don't miss those leaves that were once green and withered when you are old and barren.

Composition 6 on the topic of treasure See the bright moon again!

From Chang 'e to WU GANG, from Li Bai to Su Shi, it is within reach. It is touching, somewhat warm, somewhat emotional, somewhat tearful, and has become a treasure in my heart. ...

How many wanderers miss their hometown on a full moon night! "The bright moon is in the sky, and the horizon is * * * at this time" Zhang Jiuling sighed in a foreign land; How much love a full moon contains in lovers' hearts!

"On the Moon, at the Willow Tip, People Meet After Sunset" is a warm and pleasant song sung by Ouyang Xiu. How many elegant people's life interests have been mixed up in a month! "The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze chirps at midnight." Xin Qiji, who is in high spirits, hummed. ...

There are too many full moons-it has five thousand years of wind and frost, countless people's praises, and endless beauty and warmth. ...

I love the moon, love its brightness, love its brightness, love its obscurity, love those poems that chant the moon, and love those literati who chant the moon with various feelings! The light at the foot of my bed is so beautiful; Flying under the Moon is beautiful; "When the moon is bright, I will stop for a drink and ask what happened." How beautiful! This sentence is to explain the feelings and true meaning of the moon to future generations! ：

The moon has a fresh face, which always reminds people of their loved ones! The moon has bright light, which always inspires people's enthusiasm! When we give up chasing fame and fortune, look up at the moon! She is so clear and pure! Looking at it, you will have an impulse to "dance out of the figure" and a feeling of "going home with the wind"! This is the charm of the moon. Like a mirror, she will reflect the ugliness in your heart, and like a clear spring, she will wash away the filth in your heart. When you look at her, your mind is purified, and you will find that life is not just busy, you will become pure and beautiful! This is the feeling of the moon!

Therefore, I admire those literati who admire the moon. They really understand the moon and life. Whether homesick or emotional, they finally saw the moon, and they really had a heart-to-heart conversation with the moon! The moon is a treasure in the hearts of celebrities of all ages. ...

Reading the poems of these literati and looking at the moon outside the window, I seem to understand life and understand it. I put this month's treasure in my heart, as a treasure in my heart, and I will slowly taste the feelings of this month with my life. ...

Photos will turn yellow as time goes by, and letters will separate as time goes by. Only the memories cherished in the heart will be like old wine, and the longer it is, the purer it will be.

MP3 plays the familiar song, "Clouds floating in the blue sky when I was a child." Time flies, in a blink of an eye, six years have passed. I have nothing to say about the passage of time, so I have to silently recall the ups and downs of these six years.

Friends, like songs, always bring me into the bright world. This hymn written with friendship, emotion and vitality will make me more unforgettable and cherish it.

Every time I fail, I can't lift my head in frustration. There are always a few pairs of warm and powerful little hands that firmly lead me on the road of challenge. When I am too tired to stop panting, my thoughts are complicated, but I always realize something. Whenever I am sad, all I see at this moment are their warm words and their small hands that wipe tears for me; Whenever I taste success, they share my joy with me. Yes, they are friends.

Their laughter and happiness deeply infected me, so that I don't have to care about other people's feelings and always keep a good mood. I cherish all these bits and pieces in my memory, because I won't be lonely because of my friends, I will turn my tears into a rainbow of memories.

Let these six years never be lonely, not only with the comfort and encouragement of friends, but also with the selfless dedication and silent help of parents.

"Have a rest and have a glass of milk." Whenever I hear these warm words, I always have an unspeakable taste, not only gratitude, but also a little regret. Whenever my mother puts this cup of milk on my desk and watches me finish it, there is always a happy smile on her face. Such a cup of milk filled with love has narrowed the distance between our mother and daughter, and this warm current has warmed my heart. Having a heart-to-heart talk after dinner is an indispensable job for us every day. The family got together to talk about the happy events of the day, which was full of joy and warmth.

I firmly cherish these perfect memories, it gives me happiness, it makes me not lonely, it gives me the motivation of life and the warmth of love!

Unconsciously, the solstice of winter, as big as 2008, is coming to us with steady steps and affection.

Winter solstice is one of the 24 solar terms. "Twenty-four solar terms" said: "On November 15th, the gas storage finally came to an end." On the solstice of winter, the days are short, the sun comes out and leaves in a hurry, and the nights are long.

Winter solstice is an important solar term in the China lunar calendar, and it is also a traditional festival of the Chinese nation. The ancients always regarded the solstice of winter as another New Year, and even left a meaningful poem. Lu You, a poet in the Song Dynasty, sang in The Solstice of Winter in My Heart: "Today, when the sun is facing south, my door is silent. The family is poor and light, and the old age is old. " Visible, in the winter solstice, how many people are praying for happiness and longevity! There is also a cloud in Du Fu's "Little Solstice": "Meteorology and personnel urge each other, the winter solstice is sunny, and spring comes again. Embroider five elements with weak lines and blow six tubes of floating ash. The river bank seems to be waiting for the last month to pass, so that the willows can stick out their branches and take out new buds, and the mountains can break through the cold so that the plum blossoms can bloom. What's the matter, countries are different, and teachers will cover cups. " In the author's pen, the solstice of winter is the beginning of the birth of the new year. It allows people to recuperate, nourish their energy, and always be ready to play the passionate music of the New Year, full of strong life interest.

After the winter of the solstice, the climate entered the coldest stage, that is, "entering the ninth". Folklore counts nine from the solstice in winter, and there is a saying in China folk proverb that "the winter season will be supplemented this year, and the tiger will be killed in March next year".

I remember when I was a child, my mother would always wrap walnuts and jiaozi for us to eat on the day of winter solstice. In my hometown, there are sayings that "jiaozi noodles from winter to summer to Sunday" and "Don't eat jiaozi from winter to Sunday, no one cares if you freeze your ears". Mom said that only jiaozi who ate the winter solstice would not suffer from ear frostbite. In my memory, my mother put all kinds of delicious spices on the mashed walnuts and cabbages, plus the embellishment of green onions and garlic seedlings, and the delicious dumpling stuffing was ready. Between low eyebrows, steaming jiaozi is just around the corner. The fire in the house was just right, and a heatable adobe sleeping platform burned people like pancakes. Our family sat together, eating jiaozi, talking and laughing, and feeling the warmest happiness in this dripping day.

The winter solstice is a fragment of the season, and the season is a picture of life. When the solstice of winter comes, vagrants from other places pack their bags and go home. On a cold day, the whole family sat together, took a trip to jiaozi, and poured a glass of old wine for their parents. This warmth in winter is enough for us to cherish for a lifetime.