At that moment, I understood the meaning of the composition.

In our daily study, work and life, many people have written compositions. Composition is the transition from internal language to external language, that is, from compressed and concise language that we can understand to developed and standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. Have no clue when writing a composition? The following is the moment I arranged for you. I understand the composition, I hope it will help you.

At that moment, I understood that every family should have some arguments, right? Because in any case, there will always be some differences between family members, which is inevitable.

My parents are very harmonious, but there will inevitably be conflicts of opinion. I was a little lazy when I came back tonight and didn't do my homework. My mother flew into a rage when she came back. There are many such furious incidents, which are always caused by trivial matters, but I heard about the sequelae of this incident for the first time today. Yes, my parents quarreled again. It wasn't without it before. Today, I listened carefully for the first time.

When mom came into the bedroom, dad immediately scolded her: What were you arguing about as soon as you came back?

He hardly did any homework! I've been home for almost an hour and a half, and I haven't even finished writing a composition! My mother just got angry with me, and her tone still smells of gunpowder.

Didn't you see that we just finished eating? Father's attitude has not changed. He just wrote a little after you came back to cook. What if he stays up late for several days without a good rest?

That's right. I regret hearing this. I'm sorry, I didn't understand too many reasons for the quarrel. I also regret losing my math paper and not doing my homework. They all love me very much, and my mother wants me to be self-disciplined and enterprising, so she always looks tough and hot; My father wants me to be natural and comfortable. In fact, in my study, my mother used the method of pulling, while my father wanted me to go by myself. I am not very conscious, but sometimes I am lazy and my parents will remind me. Yes, it's all for my own good

However, due to different viewpoints and methods, parents who are usually harmonious will also be in a tense situation. I'm not saying that either of them is wrong, but I'm too excited, as many families should be. They often quarrel for the sake of their children. As children, shouldn't we be better and let these things happen less?

The poor inherit the wind. At that moment, I understood.

At that moment, I understood composition 2. When the male eagle flies freely in the blue sky, have you ever thought about how hard it is to pay behind this grandeur?

Shortly after the baby eagle was born, when it was hungry, the mother eagle didn't feed the baby eagle like other birds did. The baby eagle had to learn to fly day and night in order to get food from its mother. With the growth of the month, the young eagle's feathers are fuller and the flight training begins. They were taken to the edge of the cliff by the mother eagle and then mercilessly pushed off the cliff. In fact, mother eagle doesn't want to do this, but she has to do it in order to build the blue sky of her child's life.

Then, after months of cruel training, it was unimaginable. The baby eagle stood on the edge of the cliff, remembering her mother's flying movements: spreading her wings, flying and flapping her wings. Flying off the cliff again and again, tortured and black and blue, but this can't stop it. It deeply knows that it can't live under its mother's wings all its life, and it must learn to fly, because it is an eagle with a deep desire to fly, and the sky is engraved in its bones.

Once again, it came to the edge of the cliff and stared at the sky with clear and bright eyes. It took a deep breath, rushed out and kept flapping its wings, but its body still fell straight, with blood on its wings, but it didn't care, and kept dancing its wings desperately, letting the blood drop be free. It firmly believes that it is an eagle soaring in the sky, and no suffering can stop its firm will, and the blue sky is its talent. It is thinking, singing and fluttering, and its rhythm is getting faster and faster. Suddenly, it seems to understand something. A magical and beautiful arc crossed the sky and then rushed to the depths of the sky. It screamed with excitement, its efforts and persistence made it, and now it is a real eagle.

Life is nothing more than that. It is precisely because of its tenacious will and lofty aspirations that the eagle has learned to fly, and its life has value. The eagle is tenacious. What about us humans? At this moment, I seem to understand that the meaning of life lies not in its length, but in whether you play your limited life to the extreme!

At that moment, I understood composition 3. At that moment, I understood tolerance.

Tolerance is a silent education. Only tolerant people, their beliefs are more real. The hardest thing is to give without asking for anything in return, because it is based on love and tolerance: to be forgiven by others, you must forgive others first. Although we don't ask for anything in return, the perfect quality will always show its value in the end, which is even more touching.

Once upon a time, there was a boy with a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him to nail one on the fence of the yard every time he lost his temper or quarreled with others. On the first day, the boy nailed 37 nails. In the next few days, he learned to control his temper, and the number of nails nailed every day gradually decreased. He found that it was much easier to control his temper than to nail it. Finally, one day, he didn't nail any nails, and he happily told his father about it. Dad said: from now on, you can pull out a nail on this day without losing your temper. Day by day passed, and finally, all the nails were pulled out. Dad took him to the edge of the fence and said to him, son, you did a good job, but look at the nail holes in the fence. These holes will never be restored. It's like when you quarrel with someone and say something ugly, you leave a wound in his heart, just like this nail hole. Inserting a knife into a person's body and then pulling it out will make it difficult for the wound to heal. No matter how you apologize, the wound is always there. You have to understand that physical trauma is as difficult to recover as mental trauma.

Tolerance is a beam of sunshine shining in winter, melting the misunderstood ice sculpture; Tolerance is a bright lighthouse in the dark, which can help the lost people find a harbor to sail.

Everyone's life will be unhappy, and everyone will fail. When you meet the insurmountable barrier in front of you, please don't forget that tolerance is a vast sea, which can contain everything and resolve everything.

At that moment, I understood that we live in this big society, and our parents spoil us, holding them in their hands and holding them in their mouths. However, we can't feel happiness. Why? Is happiness alienating us? Or do we not know when we will be blessed? In fact, as long as we feel it with our heart, you will find happiness around us.

Happiness is the love between family members. Every morning, grandma gives me a glass of milk, two eggs and a piece of bread. Dad told me to eat more at school and not to be hungry. Grandpa drives me to and from school. Although this is the most ordinary thing in life, at that moment, I understood what happiness is.

Happiness is giving your seat to others. Once, I went to my aunt's house by bus and saw an old man get on the bus slowly, but there was no seat on the bus. What should I do? Yes, I can give him my seat! So, grandpa smiled and sat down and said to me, "You are a good boy!" " "Although this is an ordinary thing, at that moment, I understood what happiness is.

Happiness is harmony with friends. Discuss problems with classmates every day, make jokes, and get along well. Although it was the smallest thing, at that moment, I understood what happiness was.

Happiness is family reunion. Every Mid-Autumn Festival, our family will stay at home all day. In the evening, we will enjoy the moon and eat moon cakes together. Although this is just an ordinary thing, at that moment, I understood what happiness is.

In fact, happiness is all around us. As long as you feel it with your heart, you can feel happiness, and happiness will accompany you all your life.

At that moment, I understood composition 5. At that moment, I understood that the aggressive aroma of plum blossoms was exercised from the cold winter. At that moment, I understood that those towering trees were desperately absorbing water under the drought. At that moment, I understood that stress and frustration are indispensable to life.

The pressure of study has become our trouble. The news of every exam is like a bomb, hitting us one by one. When we come back from a fiasco, we always look at our parents with expectation.

Under the pressure of study and parents, we have to work hard to climb forward. Life is like a cup of bitter coffee. Regular study and life make us fidgety. Parents always expect too much of us. Every parent has a feeling of looking forward to his son becoming a dragon and his daughter becoming a phoenix. However, we are often at a loss.

But this pressure is my test paper every time my grades rise. Every time you put a red tick on the paper. Such a cup of bitter coffee. It seems to be getting sweeter.

But that monthly exam, I failed. Parents' nagging and teachers' disappointment flooded in on me. The pressure of study always drives me. The best proof is to show your talents in the next monthly exam. On that day in my heart, countless pressures faced me. The cruel score washed away my last confidence. This kind of pressure makes me breathless. Face the score and calm yourself down. When I get good grades again. A smile flooded my mind.

If there is no pressure in the life of youth, how many wonderful memories of chasing dreams will we lose?

In the face of countless pressures, why doesn't Wen turn pressure into a driving force for success? Let the water be sincere, and the sound of the waves should be mountains, magnificent and majestic. For pressure and frustration, we should turn them from stumbling blocks into stepping stones, so as to achieve success.

At that moment, I understood that the pressure of learning is to make us better.

At that moment, I understood composition 6. One summer vacation, my cousin played with my cousin's classmates. We are all around 10 years old. My cousin was only 3 years old at that time. We don't want to take her to play, because she is too young to play with us. If we accidentally touch her or she cries for no reason, we will not have a good end.

So we deliberately hid far away, and my cousin hugged me and secretly picked the fruit from my neighbor's house. Just as I was going to catch fruit, my cousin came over. With her hands behind her back and her head slightly tilted to the left, she looked miserable and her eyes were full of entreaties. She asked us, "Can you play with me?"

The three of us are extremely embarrassed at this time. My cousin picked me up, and I don't know if she should put me down. Cousin's classmate used his quick wits and said, "We were playing hide-and-seek and met together. A little embarrassed, hehehehehe. " My cousin and I also cooperated very well and laughed several times. My cousin looked at us suspiciously, and we were all a little uncomfortable. Let's run away before our cousin sees us. Cousin is not stupid, and immediately began to chase us. I can only run hard step by step with short legs, but where can I catch up?

We had enough fun and went home. My cousin, who is usually very active, didn't play in the yard as usual today. I sneaked into her room and saw her sitting on the bed, her eyes red and swollen, as if she had been crying for a long time.

I didn't expect such a careless move on our part to cause such serious harm to her. There seems to be something in my heart. She is just a child. But just want to play with us for a while. Is she wrong? Then why should we treat her like this? I am a big boy now, but I forgot the pain of having no one to play with me when I was a child. Did I live in vain? I have grown so big, can't I be considerate of this child? Can't you play with her for a while? I suddenly feel that I should learn to take care of my children and take up the responsibility of being a sister. I seem to know what to do in the future.

At that moment, I understood that you are naughty now, what should you do when you grow up? Do you know that everyone is studying now? You're not the only one trying. Everyone is trying to listen! These endless nagging again! Mom! Aren't you tired? In order to make me write better, you signed up for calligraphy classes at a high price, and in order to let me learn culture well, you signed up for various remedial classes. Mom, I have memorized what you nag every day.

However, a play experience made me understand my mother's concern and love for me. That day, my mother took me to visit the Beijing Science and Technology Museum. When the bus arrived at the Science and Technology Museum, it was already past nine in the morning, but my mother and I got lost in the Children's Museum. At that time, my stomach was still turning over. When I touched my trouser pocket, I couldn't buy anything for only a dime! Helpless, fear hit my heart, I dare not go far, for fear that my mother would not find me. I stood by the big doll machine in the children's hall, waiting anxiously for my mother, and the people next to me gradually disappeared. I stood by the doll machine and looked around. I really hope that the next figure in the passing crowd is my mother.

I feel anxious. I can't help it any longer. I was in tears. My heart is full of anxiety. It's getting dark and I'm standing in the huge children's hall. At this moment, I wish my mother was right in front of me. I hope my mother will nag me. Finally, my mother found her crying. I hugged her as if I hugged the whole world!

At that moment, I realized that nagging is the hidden love of every mother! You can't understand what you haven't experienced. Once you have experienced it, you will feel that this kind of nagging is more precious!

That night, my mother and I snuggled up and walked through a strange street. The moon has risen, and the moonlight shines on my mother's silver plate-like face, which is particularly amiable.

At that moment, I understood that it was the New Year, and everyone would wish each other a happy family and a happy life when they met. "It is my greatest wish that you will be happy forever." The familiar songs are also singing happiness. What is happiness? At that moment I understood happiness.

On a sultry night this summer vacation, our family was watching TV programs in front of the TV and enjoying the cool air from the air conditioner. Just as we were talking about it, it suddenly got dark-there was no electricity. Then, I heard my neighbors' uncles and aunts shouting, "Ah, the power is out! Why didn't you notice? " "It's a pity that there are no foreign candles at home." "Stealing wires for people? When will there be a power outage? " ..... I ran to the front balcony and looked around: the community was dark, except for their shouts, other sounds such as TV programs seemed to disappear without a trace, and I suddenly felt an inexplicable fear in my heart. At this moment, my mother was shouting, "What are you looking at? Still not helping to find a flashlight? " We groped for the living room in the dark, anxious as ants on hot bricks. Finally, I found a flashlight, and even the candles for worship came in handy.

We turned off the flashlight, put out the candles and moved to the balcony to sit and chat. But the damn mosquitoes seem to be celebrating our power failure and running out in droves to have a party. Alas, it's really worse. Mother found a sunflower fan, which can fan the wind and repel mosquitoes. My mother said to me, "Do you know, son?" When I was young, several brothers and sisters did their homework around a water lamp or candle. When you are most involved, bow your head and burn your bangs. There was a power outage today, which reminded me of that year. It's so happy to have electricity. "At some point, the light came on. The community suddenly boiled and immediately came back to life.

At this moment of sudden power failure, I know happiness. I know that we live in an era rich in resources and enjoying a happy life. We really need to be content and be low-carbon and environmentally friendly.

At that moment, I understood that composition 9 was a piece of shredded paper, and the wastepaper basket was piled all over the floor. There is "Moonlight Song" playing nearby, and the music becomes sad. After a few days, I always can't find the direction of writing.

This is probably the biggest difficulty I have encountered in learning to draw. I have been practicing sketching for nearly a month. At first, the shapes are similar, and later the artistic conception is the same. Now my thoughts and feelings are the same, but the teacher always says that something is missing.

I understand that what painting needs is not how much you want to copy, but a kind of your own thought. To draw your own style, it is not enough to imitate it blindly. Now, I'm stuck there and I can't find my way!

By chance, I was lucky enough to come to a painting and calligraphy exhibition in Yiwu. I like a picture of my father written by a farmer. In this excellent exhibition, I only prefer it, and its concise picture deeply attracts me. The "father" in the painting, simple clothes and rough hands all reflect the spirit of hard struggle of farmers and create a unique rural atmosphere.

Seeing this painting, I seem to see the light of the East. When I got home, I picked up my brush and drew quickly, and the picture in my mind flashed by like a slide. The brush kept touching the paper, making a rustling sound. I stared at the gradually clear picture on the drawing paper, and I felt an unprecedented strange feeling in my heart.

I'm thinking about my paintings, people, scenery and things in them. I seem to see my mother dragging her body after a hard day's work and cooking dinner for my father and me.

I understand, I understand mother's hard work, I understand mother's hard work. I understand, understand the truth of painting, and understand that you should have a calm heart when painting. I see, I see, painting should start with the things around you and describe the things and scenes from the heart!

I understand a lot from painting, and I understand that I should have a grateful heart, and I understand a lot.

At that moment, I understood that the composition 10 can only be successful if you work hard. Only then did I understand the meaning of this sentence. Lu Junyu asked me to play gobang that day, because my gobang level was really poor. But at his repeated request, I decided to play a few games with him.

At first, the first set went well, but I didn't know if Liu Junyu had made a reservation in advance, and every time the next child would have three children in a row, I panicked, but my eyesight was not very good, and I always wanted to block his way to pick up five children, but I didn't expect Liu Junyu to have arranged the plan long ago. Bang, the pieces are connected, which I didn't expect! I didn't notice his four children-Wu Zi Julian! Yu Jun danced happily, and I said unconvinced, "One more game."

In the second game, I watched his every move and carefully observed whether there were more than three moves connected together. According to my understanding, step by step, carefully, successfully reversed the situation, from defense to attack. In a short time, I beat Liu Junyu out of the water. At that moment, I finally tied my four fingers together! Haha, no matter how blocked Liu Junyu is, I can't stop my Wuqi classmates from getting together. I laughed! Suddenly an unexpected thing happened to me, and the situation changed for the better. I'm busy playing my own chess, and I don't know when Liu Junyu got four pence. Don't even think about the ending!

I said gloomily, "I won't go down." In order to let me play chess with him, Liu Junyu said casually, "Don't you think you almost won just now? You can work hard. " I suddenly realized, how can I give up halfway? I must win!

I was particularly serious in the last game, swallowed three rivers and finally won!

At that moment, I understood that success requires hard work and reasonable thinking!

At that moment I understood the composition 1 1. I have a good friend named Xiao Chen, who is sitting in my front row. She is strong in Chinese, maths and English, but a little weak in science.

I remember a science exam, and the topics were basically the key knowledge points that the teacher talked about in class. Because Chen Mei listened carefully in class, he only took the exam for five or six minutes, and there were problems that would not appear. Xiao Chen leaned his chair back, leaned against my desk and leaned back again. She was afraid of being discovered by the science teacher and didn't dare to get too close. She is a little far away from me.

Chen Xiao stared at the teacher with wary eyes and asked me in a low voice, "Hey, is T or F the first E?" She always asks me secretly to avoid being guessed by my classmates.

I'm really in trouble. Tell her, didn't I help her cheat on this question? If I don't tell her, I feel something is wrong. Well, who cares! Who told her that she was my good friend?

“F！” I also replied to her in code. After that, I felt a little uneasy.

Who knows, at the end of the exam, Xiao Chen said he would proofread the answers! So what do I do? This is equivalent to me helping her cheat on the whole test paper! So, I decisively refused. Xiao Chen had to take the depressed mood, and handed the test paper he got to the teacher.

At this point, I felt a sour feeling in my heart, but I didn't mean to cry. I am worried, not only that her grades will be unsatisfactory, but also that she will break up with me.

When the test paper was handed out, a bright red 83 hit her paper. Her tears swirled in her eyes, and she looked back at me and managed to squeeze out a wry smile. Then, Xiao Chen silently took out his science book and carefully searched for the cause of the mistake.

At that moment, I understood that although we are good friends, we should also distinguish right from wrong. Otherwise, it is equivalent to hurting her to indulge her fault blindly.

At that moment, I understood that maternal love is like water, soft and gentle; Father's love is like a mountain, heavy and severe. I used to think that only mothers love children, but fathers don't. But now I know that my father loves me as much as my mother.

I remember coming to school in the county town in the second day of junior high school. The county seat is far from our home, so I can only go home on weekends, sometimes even once every two weeks. At that time, my English was poor, so I had to make up lessons while others were playing. I called my mother and cried that I was homesick. I even told the teacher that I wouldn't go to the remedial class. My mother was heartbroken and made me insist. In fact, I can't go to school at all. I walked out of school with my head down and a sad face. It rained heavily that day. I suddenly heard someone calling me. The sound is too familiar. When I saw it, it turned out that my father was standing in the rain wearing a poncho, smiling at me and holding a poncho in his hand. My heart was full of excitement. I ran to my father's eyes and asked, "Dad, why are you here?" Dad said, "Your mother said you were homesick. I'll pick you up." Tears were rolling in my eyes at that time, but I held back. My father helped me put on a poncho, covered me, put on a hat and said that I was afraid that I would catch a cold. I cried. It turns out that my father loves me as much as my mother.

After I got on the motorcycle, my father asked me to hide my head behind him. Raindrops fell on my father. I think my father's clothes are wet. I tried to cover them with a poncho, but how could this violate my father's love for me? I always thought that my father didn't love me as much as my mother. I was wrong for seventeen years, and I didn't know my father's love for me until that moment.

I really appreciate the remedial class. I always thought my father didn't love me, and I always thought my father was too strict to talk to him. Now, I tell my father everything.

Maybe, like me before, you always think that dad is very strict. As long as you savor and feel carefully, in fact, dad's love is like a mountain, calm and heavy.

At that moment, I understood that maternal love has been the most talked about topic among literati and poets since ancient times. Its delicacy and gentleness are the greatest love in the world! I am an ordinary student, but I am lucky to have a great maternal love! In the face of this concern, I was always unmoved until that moment came. ...

It was a rainy night, with heavy rain and thunder from time to time. Suddenly, my mother, who was patiently listening to my chat with my father, suddenly squatted down slowly. I looked down and immediately panicked. I saw my mother: her eyebrows were locked, her face was pale, her eyes were dull, her mouth was twisted, and her eyelids drooped feebly, as if she were suffering from unspeakable pain. Mother is like a frightened hedgehog, huddled up ... My mother used to be very determined. How have I seen her weakness? I am like a flower in a greenhouse. I was at a loss when I encountered "big winds and waves". On the contrary, the taciturn father rushed over. He patted his mother's arm hard and made her cough hard. Seeing my mother's face gradually improving, he was relieved and scolded me severely: "What are you doing? How can you be indifferent when your mother falls to the ground? You really let me down! " After listening to my father's reprimand, I was somewhat dissatisfied. I wanted to open my mouth to defend myself, but when I saw my mother's weak body, I thought of what I had done after she fell to the ground. Tears blurred my vision. There are regrets and sadness in tears. ...

From then on, I began to pay attention to my mother's appearance. Now that she is old, I am beginning to grow up.

On March 8th, I gave my mother a carnation named "Eternal Flower". I want to use this flower to bless my mother's beauty and health. After seeing my mother's happy smile, I remembered everything my mother had done for me. She always forgets herself and cares and loves me wholeheartedly.

"But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays". Mom, how can I repay your kindness?

At that moment, I understood the composition 14 "Pay attention to your health, put on more clothes and don't catch cold!" No sooner had I walked out of the door than my mother's words came from behind. Hear mom's unchanging tone. "It's so annoying!" I muttered a few words and ran forward without looking back.

The next afternoon, it was extremely cold. My classmates asked me to go to the bookstore together. My foot just stepped out the door. "Put on more clothes before playing." There was another reminder in the room. I still went my own way and didn't seem to hear it. On the way to the bookstore, when my classmates were talking about my mother, everyone said, "Your mother is still a kindergarten child, so you should remind me to put on more clothes when going out, hahaha ..." After listening to my classmates' words, I couldn't help feeling dissatisfied with my mother.

When I got home, I couldn't help shouting to my mother, "Don't always tell me to put on more clothes when I go out. I have grown up, not a child. " "I'm ... I'm afraid you're cold ..." "If it's cold, I'll dress myself, so you don't have to worry ..." My voice grew louder and louder, and my mother stopped saying anything. I clearly saw tears in her eyes, and she turned and walked into the room. At night, I dragged myself to bed. At this time, my mother always reminds me to cover the quilt and not to be cold. And that night, my mother moved her lips several times and never spit out a word. I woke up in the middle of the night because I didn't cover the quilt. At this moment, I heard a burst of footsteps coming towards me. I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. I saw my mother come in to help me tuck in, and then turned and walked out of the room. At this time, my heart soared, but my mother just cared about me. ...

Another night, I didn't want to go to bed for a long time. I stared at my mother's lips several times. She seemed to notice something and said softly, "Go to bed, get dressed, and be careful of catching a cold."

"I see, mom." My heart is full of gratitude. After going to bed, I carefully tucked myself in to avoid catching cold.

"Wear more clothes, don't be cold!" How affectionate my mother's words are!

At that moment, I understood that you warmed me like a rainbow after the rain and added the most beautiful stroke to my ordinary life.

It was a gloomy Thursday, and the final exam was coming. Too much pressure to breathe.

As the bell rang in a daze, the teacher came to us with heavy steps and unfolded the paper without hesitation. Eight pages of sleepy questions appeared in front of me, and I wanted to break through the big questions. Who knows, just after filling in the first blank and writing the second, the bell rang, and it didn't take long for the teacher to finish. At that time, I froze, like a bolt from the blue across my body, tears rushed out of my eyes.

You noticed me lying quietly on the table, secretly crying, and immediately came to my side. Needless to say, you know I must have done badly in the exam. At first, you were silent. You just lent me money. You didn't start to comfort me until my mood eased a little.

You told me, "It's not your fault that you failed this exam. If the teacher makes it clear, can you still take the first and second place in the class? " Everyone knows your ability, but you are the representative of our math class. Besides you, who else in our class won so many hundred dollars? The teacher must know that there is a reason why you didn't do so much. I believe the teacher won't deny you because of this exam, so don't think about it. The past is the past. Learn a lesson next time and keep working hard! "

After listening to your encouragement, it shone into my heart like sunshine. Very warm and comfortable.

At that moment, I understood how warm friendship is.

At that moment, I understood, my friend, how shining I am.