There is light in my heart, 5 800-word compositions.

800-word composition in mind 1

Going home, an ordinary word, has placed the expectations of countless wanderers. It is the sureness of

There is light in my heart, 5 800-word compositions.

800-word composition in mind 1

Going home, an ordinary word, has placed the expectations of countless wanderers. It is the sureness of the tired birds returning to their nests, the joy of being lost, and the joy of having it again. With the development of the country and the revival of culture, those traditional cultures that are gradually forgotten are also on their way home.

We have a history of 5,000 years, leaving behind countless cultural treasures, such as Tang poetry and Song poetry. They are a dazzling pearl in our excellent traditional culture.

Poetry is full of emotion. "The earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sorrow will continue forever. " Through poetry, I seem to see the sad love between Tang Xuanzong and Yang Guifei. "How much sadness can you have, just like a river flowing eastward." Through poetry, I seem to hear Li Houzhu's endless songs of national subjugation and hatred; "Looking back at the bleak land, rain or shine." Through poetry, I seem to feel Su Dongpo's modesty, forgetfulness and generosity.

Poetry is full of power. "One day, I will ride the long wind, break through the stormy waves, sail straight and build a bridge on the deep sea." Through poetry, I seem to express his ambition to succeed to Li See Taibai, who stands at the peak of Taihang Mountain. "I am hungry for pork, laughing and thirsty for Hun blood." Through poetry, I seem to see Yue Fei leading Yue Jiajun forward bravely on the battlefield, and hitting the enemy hard in order to go straight to Huanglong and welcome the Second Emperor back. "Julian Waghann set the Central Plains in the north, and the family sacrifice did not forget to tell Nai Weng." Through poetry, I seem to see Lu You on his deathbed, trying his best to tell his children not to forget the good news of victory.

Poetry is full of emotion. "My family's taxes are gone. I can take this to satisfy my hunger." Through poetry, I felt Bai Juyi's dissatisfaction with the exorbitant taxes and levies in the Tang Dynasty and his sympathy for the working people. "I suddenly saw this house in front of me, and I froze to death alone!" Through poetry, I feel that Du Fu is willing to sacrifice himself, let the poor in the world live in buildings, and express his concern for people with lofty ideals through his current situation. "Warm winds make tourists drunk and Hangzhou become a continent." Through poetry, I feel Lin Sheng's dissatisfaction with the luxurious and decadent life of the aristocrats in the Southern Song Dynasty, as well as his sincerity and love for the country.

Poetry is both ancient and modern. There are both the fragrance of ancient culture and the rhythm of modern culture. Poetry is a classic and the future. It not only carries the wisdom and feelings of the ancients, but also contains the strength and feelings necessary for cultural rejuvenation.

There is light in the heart composition 800 words composition 2

Humor, easygoing, "smart" and wise-Xie Jun, my head teacher.

We met in September a year ago. When she stood on the podium of the newly formed Class 8 of Senior One, the audience was in an uproar. How so young, so young makes people doubt her ability; Still so smart, so smart that people doubt her depth. But standing on the podium, she looked so calm. It can be seen from the concentration of 35 pairs of eyes that 35 hearts have been influenced by her indescribable calm temperament, and she does have a little "gravity".

Taking her math class is like spring breeze. Those boring mathematical formulas are often transformed into vivid pictures by her, so that we can better understand and use them. We also make some jokes from time to time to relax our nervous brain nerves and make the classroom atmosphere lively. However, some lively students like to be naughty. She also has a unique skill. I didn't see her scold or scold loudly. She will pester you, make fun of you, and use her "unreasonable head".

Many students are boastful, arrogant and unreasonable. At this time, Teacher Xie will listen to you silently, and insert one or two incisive words from time to time, until you can't go on, she will say, "Are you stupid?" Be stupid ... "The students are embarrassed to laugh, too. Do you think such a humorous, lovely and wise teacher can disgust us? What's more, Mr. Xie has a pair of "critical eyes". Who plays tricks at ordinary times, plagiarizes homework between classmates, and makes small moves during exams are all discovered by these eyes, and even the secret whereabouts of those "underground workers" in our class are well known. He's really going to be a detective.

Unconsciously, we have entered the second day of junior high school, and we feel more and more concerned and strict by our teachers. As a math teacher, she finds time to check our English dictation every week, read and revise the weekly diary, and make comments carefully. Usually we pay more attention to the cultivation of quality and potential. Once after school, the doors and windows of the classroom were not closed properly, which led to the theft of property, and the students all shirked their responsibilities. Teacher Xie solemnly said, "knowledge is not everything to a person. How to be a knowledgeable, responsible and caring person is the talent that society needs." The teacher's words aroused the students' deep thoughts and deeply realized the care and love given by the teacher.

The weekly class meeting is the happiest time for students. Teacher Xie at this time is more like our big sister and friend. She taught us to dance in groups and sing "Red Star Song". Let laughter fill the classroom. The teacher-student relationship is deep and rippling in everyone's heart.

There is light in the heart composition 800 words composition 3

An old bicycle, a straw hat shining in the sun, a face of familiar tears, accompanied by the sound of a bicycle biting Rinrin, I know he came in a hurry against the rising sun. He is a teacher who has influenced my life and a good teacher in my mind.

The first time I met him was two or three days after the beginning of the fourth grade. He rode the old bike to the school gate, stopped and skillfully took off his straw hat. Our first impression is that he is not a teacher, he must be a farmer, and he must be a classmate's parents. Only when he walked into the dormitory of our former head teacher did we know that he was the new head teacher. I remember that the expression of each of us suddenly changed from curiosity to great disappointment.

However, the first Chinese lesson he gave us made us feel that he had a lot of experience. I saw him brush and write four magnificent hollow characters on the blackboard, "Spread your wings and fly high". Our eyes suddenly lit up. Isn't the new teacher a calligrapher? Yes, he has won many awards in municipal calligraphy competitions and won national honors! Every class he attends is relaxed and natural, humorous and interesting. He attached great importance to our reading and asked me to read with emotion and cadence. Of course, the most important thing is that he teaches us to practice calligraphy, one page a day. Although we only need to write 150 words per page, we still work hard and seem to be eager to become teachers. He constantly encouraged us to persist and write well according to the copybook. Every morning, he always arrives at school first by bike with a briefcase. As soon as we arrived in the class, we checked the practiced words one by one: which word of Xiao Wang is too crooked and how to change it; Xiao Li's word "Tian" is as beautiful as two horizontal lines ... He will seriously point out mistakes for each student and help him correct them. I couldn't even write my own name before, and my homework was a mess. After two years of hard work, I finally learned a good word.

In the sixth grade, study became tense. My teacher occasionally hums a tune to relax our nervous mood, and often tells us some inspirational stories of great men. Let's read more extracurricular works, teach us to memorize three-character classics, recite disciples' rules, recite Tang poetry and Song poetry, and organize Chinese knowledge accumulation competitions. All these have enriched our campus life and benefited us a lot. In the village where I was at that time, I was sincerely proud of having such a teacher.

A few years have passed, and now I am in the third grade. I haven't seen my teacher for three years. Although I have called several times, he always hangs up in a hurry for fear that I will waste my phone bill. Now that I think about it, I don't know where to find the teacher's phone number.

I think in recent years, he is still in the storm! He has stomach trouble again. I really want to remind him warmly: Teacher, pay attention to your health and don't tire yourself out! Send a sincere blessing: Happy Teacher's Day! My idea of a good teacher-Wang!

There is light in the heart composition 800 words composition 4

Teacher, although this word is familiar to us, what is it? What is a good teacher?

We have to admit that we are still wet behind the ears in adolescence. Some of us are ignorant, some are self-righteous and have many corners. ...

However, there is a white cloud in the sun. She embellished our endless sky with a leisurely rhyme. When we were helpless, she covered us, comforted us and guided us.

Alas, the wind is very strong, and we have shaken it. They are like trees, standing beside us. When we were confused, she gave us a shade and a warm land. Let us not waver any more, and have an ideological harbor of closed-door cultivation.

It feels like the teacher is somewhere.

She can be gentle, lively, elegant, silent ... she can fake a smile. Yes, yes, yes, yes. ...

There is no need to be deliberate, because good teachers all have one thing in common, that is, everything is for your own good, taking being good to you as the starting point.

She can be a cloud, calming everything in your heart. She can be a tree to shelter you from the wind. She can be a grass that accompanies you until you are in full bloom, but silently sets you off without attracting attention. She can be a pile of dirt, caring for you and giving you nutrition. It can also be a drop of dew that moistens your petals ... she exists for your own good and for your good teacher. Criticism is not criticism, but to make you understand. "Making things difficult" is not making things difficult, but making you feel something. Offensive language contains many things, such as encouragement, hope and guidance.

In my eyes, I read something. You know all about it, but you're too embarrassed to ask. Tell yourself that you hate iron and don't produce steel. Tell yourself that you are confused and flustered. Tell yourself that you have the idea of saving the lost lamb ... Tell yourself that everything is for your own good.

What is a teacher? I seem to understand.

Teachers are the most glorious profession in the world. Like the light of the sun, shining on you. The fiery heart tries to get close to you.

What is a good teacher? There is no need to confuse.

For me, a good teacher is very kind to me and lets me know a lot about whether I should or not. Take care of me and guide you. She looks like a mother in every way. She won't hurt me, but she's good to me.

Good teachers are everywhere.

There is light in the heart composition 800 words composition 5

The most simple language depicts the most beautiful picture in the world, and the most simple language constructs the most beautiful feelings in the world. Reading Zhu Ziqing's back, the vastness of father's love slowly infiltrated me and melted my heart bit by bit.

Looking at Zhu Ziqing's back under the light, the sketch illustrations in the book attracted my attention for a long time. My bloated and clumsy father struggled to climb the platform with both hands. "He climbed up with his hands, and his feet shrank again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing signs of hard work. At this moment, I saw his back, and my tears soon flowed down ... "I couldn't see his father's face in the picture, but I could feel his father's face twitching and blushing because he was pushing too hard at the moment. Watching, tears wet my eyes and wet the pages.

"Ah-"1, the door opened and it was my father. Every night, my father would make a steaming cup of milk, gently put it on my desk, and then gently turn around and leave. The thick smell of milk filled the whole room. I watched my father's generous back surrounded by soft lights, and the warm sunshine in my heart was deeply imprinted in my memory.

My father's back was so generous, bearing my happy childhood. When I was a child, my father's back was my boat, carrying me everywhere. In recent years, my father is obviously old and his back is not as straight as before. He can no longer lift me above his head and carry me on his shoulders. My father's return made me feel helpless and bitter, and also touched my thoughts. ...

It was a late autumn night and it was raining. I failed the mid-term exam and my mood was extremely low. My father's reproachful words made me even more depressed. I immediately slammed the door and plunged into the rain. I have been estranged from my parents since I entered junior high school. Stepping into the threshold of youth, I began to rebel, become inexplicably lonely and sad, become irritable, and often contradict my parents if I don't agree with each other.

The sky is dripping with cold rain, and the leaves of yellow branches are spinning and flying all over the sky in the bleak autumn wind. I hung my head in the rain and wandered aimlessly, letting the cold rain beat on my face like fine sand. Suddenly, I saw a familiar figure under a dim street lamp in the distance. It's my father. My father shivered in the cold autumn wind in the rain. He couldn't find me, so he stood at the intersection and looked around anxiously. At this moment, two lines of tears welled up in my eyes. I wiped my eyes and rushed to my father who was leaning behind the electric car. I put my arms around my father's waist from behind and put my face on his broad back. Tears poured out again. ...

Read Zhu Ziqing's back again. The lonely back of my father in the book is deeply imprinted in my mind and touches the softest place in my heart. I understand the father's love hidden in the affectionate back. When I closed the book, Zhu Ziqing's father's back and mine gradually merged, and those touching moments became the bright sunshine in my memory.