How do Xiaojia and everyone write essays?
1. How to write a composition about everyone and the small family
Everyone’s small family is home
Family is like a topic that can never be finished. Among many literati A trickle of water flows from the tip of the pen.
I remember writing essays about home many times when I was in school. Home is where my lovesickness and emotions are entrusted; home is the birthplace of each of us; home is a piece of fertile land, the foundation for our growth. During the days at home, I regard the day and night as the destination of my soul. , during the days at home, my vision is constantly updated.
Home did not teach me how to be wise, but taught me how to love. Love is a kind of spiritual thing that protects the family. Only when we have this kind of spiritual thing can we feel the benefits of home. Our warmth. Whenever I think of home, the sadness caused by the depressed enthusiasm is quietly diluted, and I can even return to a brand new self. This is all due to the role of the concept of home in my mind. The composition of every home may be a gift from God. Before people can use knowledge and wisdom to explain its reasons, I have to admit the existence of God in the world.
Home is a warm word for all of us. And since the word "home" came into being, there has been a corresponding wandering. The end of the wandering is to find the paradise of one's soul - going home.
When Qu Yuan was exiled from Li Sao, what he thought about most was his home - Yingdu. Therefore, no matter how much suffering there is, he can wear a high crown, a long sword, and chant his "Nine Songs." But once Yingdu was captured and the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, he knew that there was no more home for him in this world. He went to another, more distant place, which was his home.
No wonder people say, "Everyone who meets by chance is like a guest from a foreign land." Think about how many people have experienced such a moment: "Where is my home in the Qinling Mountains? The snow embraces the blue gate and the horse stops moving forward." No matter how elegant Li Bai is, he will "bow his head and think about his hometown"; no matter how selfless Du Fu is, he also knows that "a letter from home is worth ten thousand pieces of gold." ; An Xin's memory... The literati in the feudal era often wandered in the mountains and under the ancient roads under the setting sun, maybe because of their future, maybe because of the war, or maybe because of other reasons, but when they saw the lights and lights of thousands of families in the city, How can we not recall the beautiful home and feel all kinds of emotions when we see the sporadic fishing lights on the river, or see a few wisps of smoke in the wild mountains of Wushan? "Where is Xiangguan in the evening? The Yanbo River makes people sad"!
Even in peaceful and peaceful times, the attachment to home is still so strong. "My family is so beautiful, happy, peaceful and healthy, my brothers and sisters are all harmonious...". "Beijingers in New York" tells the story of overseas Chinese's view of home, which is a family happily reunited in a courtyard. Huang Lei's home in "Loss of Time" has the unique charm of the Jiangnan water town and the flavor of Grandpa Qi's books.
Our age has a more different view of home: we want to have a house of our own, decorate it ourselves, and live our own life; Don't listen to the hustle and bustle of the world, and want a clean and free life. This is how rebellious children think, but this is not what good children think. They want to live with their parents and put their previous home and future home together.
Home is more than just a house. It is a haven for wanderers and a stop for the soul. In short, it is also a way of life that truly belongs to one’s own. As the saying goes, everyone’s home is a home. . 2. How to write a composition about everyone and Xiaojia
"Mr. Daren should be planning to wait until Jenny comes back..." Before I could continue to look down, I was stopped by a sentence, "Why are you still here?" Don’t do your homework,” my father said sternly.
I reluctantly squeezed out my usual reply through my teeth, "Okay, wait a minute." Seeing my attitude, my father enlightened me, and I finally realized The important point is: we must learn to give up.
The singing cicada struggled to throw off its outer shell, thus gaining the freedom to sing at high altitude; the gecko bravely broke off its tail, thus saving its weak life in the crisis; the abacus filled its empty space If it becomes full, you will lose your computing function. We should give up those things we don’t need to have! I know real life is complicated and our memory is limited.
If the brain is a notebook, no matter how big the notebook is, if one thing is written on it, another thing will definitely not be written on it, and even if it is written, it will be blurry. For example, reading, if we are obsessed with martial arts and science fiction novels, how can we focus on the complex geometric squares and the vast number of English words? You must choose between what you want to read and what you should read. , otherwise the two will be confused and confused.
There are many things in life that require making similar choices. If you give up what you should give up, you are a wise man; if you give up what you should not give up, you are a fool.
Correct abandonment often benefits people for life; wrong abandonment usually leaves deep regrets and regrets.
Not every sapling can grow into a towering tree, and not every flower can bear abundant fruits. We have to give up what we shouldn’t have, so life requires us to learn to give up.
If you yearn for the tranquility of the mountains, you must give up the prosperity of the city; if you admire the success of the strivers, you must give up a comfortable and idle life; if you want to travel across thousands of mountains and rivers, you must give up the taste of the local accent. Warm and soft. Friends, let’s work towards our goals and our dreams! On the way forward, we have to give up what we shouldn't have - although sometimes giving up is painful and cruel; but only when we learn to give up, will our future be smoother. 3. Composition on the relationship between everyone and Xiaojia
Time flies, the former third brother Zhang Fei and the black whirlwind Li Kui have already ascended to the Nine Heavens. No, these two big men met unexpectedly at the Peach Fair. .
At the Peach Festival, on the Immortal Road, two big black-faced men looked particularly scary. One was holding a snake spear eight feet long, and the other was wielding a large ax in each hand. Both of them had beards. Fierce Yan and Hao don't have the slightest bit of immortality, but the two of them are talking and laughing on this immortality. How can it be so weird? Taking a closer look, it turned out to be Zhang Fei and Li Kui. It is said that these two rough and tough men are also very kind-hearted people. On this big day, they also slept together until three o'clock in the morning before going to the meeting. Although they were late together, they also contributed to a sense of brotherhood.
"Hey, Brother Fei, I think everyone will praise you for your extraordinary prowess in later generations! That angry scolding Chang Banpo is a model for our generation, but Cao Cao was so frightened by you that he almost fell off his horse. , Hahahaha..." "Brother Kui, didn't you also give the Jianghu people the title of "Black Tornado"! I heard that you killed the four tigers in anger, and you easily subdued that little Li Guizhi. "But no, these two people are so familiar with each other after just knowing each other. It's really due to their personalities, and they are both righteous. 4. Essay about the small family and everyone, the family refers to the country
3 Articles about mothers============================================== === After watching TV when the north wind broke out, Lao Wang didn't sleep well all night.
As soon as I got to work the next day, I hurriedly called Wuhan. It wasn’t until 9 o’clock that my son’s voice came from the other end: “Dad, what’s the matter?” He quickly asked: “I saw the weather forecast last night. No? The cold wave is coming to Wuhan. Are you ready for thick clothes? Otherwise, ask your mother to send them to you."
The son just said casually, "It doesn't matter, it's still very warm, it's really cold. Let's talk." He kept chattering, and his son became impatient: "I know, I know."
Put the phone down. He was just about to call again when the phone rang suddenly. It was his old mother who lives in Harbin. Her voice was trembling: "The weather forecast said that the weather in Beijing is going to change today. Have you put on more clothes?" He forgot to close the window and took advantage of the opportunity. Before he could reply, he had already sneezed heavily.
The old mother was anxious: "You've caught a cold, haven't you? Why are you so disobedient? You haven't liked to put on more clothes since you were a child..." He kept talking, starting from his "misdeeds" when he was 7 years old, and he hurriedly Intercepted: "Mom, how is the weather over there?" The old man replied: "It's still snowing." He was stunned involuntarily.
In the early morning when the cold wave broke out, he was deeply concerned about Wuhan where the north wind had not yet arrived, but he forgot about his hometown where the north wind originated and his mother who was over 70 years old. The warmest family affection in the world, why is it like this? Lao Wang himself was a little confused.
Excerpted from "China Youth Daily" Ye Qingcheng and Cui Qi's Tears. At the third anniversary party of Phoenix TV, the program host Yang Lan told the audience a touching and ending story he encountered in his interview career. Another surprising story. Last year, Yang Lan went to the United States to interview Cui Qi, the 1998 Nobel Prize winner in Chemistry and a Chinese American.
Cui Qi talked about how he was born in rural Henan. His parents were both illiterate people, but his mother was far-sighted and gritted her teeth and lived frugally. When Cui Qi was 12 years old, Send him out of the village to study. This departure caused Cui Qi to be separated from her parents forever.
Later he went to Hong Kong and the United States and became a world celebrity. Speaking of this, Yang Lan asked Cui Qi: "What would have happened if you had not gone out to study when you were 12 years old?" Seeing this, I guessed that Cui Qi would answer like this: "I will never become famous. Maybe Now I am still farming in rural Henan."
But it was wrong! Cui Qi's answer was beyond expectations: "If I didn't come out, my parents would not have survived the difficult three years." Cui Qi regretted it and shed tears.
Yang Lan also shed tears. At this moment, she wished that the two American photographers hired at the time could take a close-up shot.
What surprised Yang Lan was that this close-up shot actually appeared during the film review. Yang Lan asked the two photographers: "You can't understand Chinese, how could you capture this touching scene?" The photographer replied: "Aren't you talking about mother? In the whole world, the word 'mother' is the same." On one side is a world celebrity, on the other side is love; on the other side is supreme honor, and on the other side is the affection between mother and child.
Cui Qi chose the latter.
This is the answer sheet Descendants of the Dragon gives to hundreds of millions of viewers! My heart was blown this night.
I couldn't sleep for a long time. The ancients said: "What touches people's hearts is nothing but love."
Being most benevolent and loving is the traditional virtue of our Chinese nation, which is vividly demonstrated by Cui Qi. Excerpted from "Shenxun Business News" by Li Hong A good day without choosing a day A woman became a widow at the age of 29 and lived a hard life with a son and a daughter, but she still refused to remarry.
Finally one day, his son grew up and went to Guandong and settled in another city. He always hoped that his situation would be better before he could bring his mother and sister back. To this end, he prepared a brand new set of clothes and a pair of her favorite soft-soled shoes for his mother early, just waiting for the moment of joyful reunion, but due to various reasons, he missed opportunities again and again.
Suddenly one day, he received a telegram from his sister that his mother died suddenly of cerebral hemorrhage. When he rushed there in a hurry and put on clothes and shoes for his mother with his own hands, the regret pricked him all over. After my 67-year-old uncle told me this story on the phone, I brought the sister in the story, my mother, from the far north to Shenzhen as quickly as possible, even though my current situation was far away from where I wanted to be. My mother is still far, far away, but I deeply understand that when you want to do something or have the ability to do it perfectly, it is already too late.
Mother's love can work miracles, and this is proof. Maternal love is like water, maternal love is boundless, and a vast sea of words conveys praises to mothers.
Mother is not only the creator of life, but also the creator of life. When a child comes into this world, the first person he sees when he opens his eyes is his mother, and the person he has the most contact with is his mother. It is through his mother that he gets to know the world.
“The hand that moves the world is the hand that rocks the cradle. A good mother must be armed with the best cultural talents in the world. A mother’s job is to cultivate people and is the most creative and imaginative job. The work of strength is a noble job that cannot be compared with any other job. "Mother is not only a role, but also a profession, a profession that will never go out of style, always needs to be learned and updated, and will never be eliminated by society.
The profession of mother is an innate instinct for every woman, no matter whether she is gentle and virtuous or arrogant and domineering; whether she knows how to read and answer polite questions or is illiterate; whether she is a lady or a jade in a small family; as long as you come into contact with this profession of mother, you will know how to do it. Unconsciously adjust everything about yourself, change everything about yourself, learn everything that is beneficial to your child, and abandon everything that may be harmful to your child. No matter what kind of woman she is, as long as she becomes a mother, when she faces her little child, her heart will be filled with endless tenderness and affection, her eyes will be gentle and gentle, her movements will be gentle and careful, and her words will be quiet and peaceful, like a pure angel trying to give life to her. The best in the child himself.
Whenever I think of my mother, I think of home, every Chinese New Year. 5. Essay title for everyone's home
"Bang!!!"
The city gate was hit hard by the rebel siege vehicles and roared.
The soldiers below the city used their bodies to hold up the trembling city gate. Sweating and bleeding, they withstood the rebel attacks again and again with their exhausted bodies.
As a general in the city, I can do nothing but command and wait. Facing hundreds of thousands of rebels, commanding has become futile, and waiting is futile. The imperial army has not arrived for a long time. Does this mean that the empire has also abandoned us? Abandoned these 120,000 people and 8,000 soldiers?
I suddenly felt dizzy and looked up to the southeast, where the imperial capital was. The gray sky, does it symbolize despair?
I looked at the soldiers who were fighting bloody battles below the city and the frightened and thin people hiding in the corners. A sense of desolation suddenly arises - for their own incompetence and for their desperate situation.
I hate it!
Hate themselves for not having the strength to protect their homeland, hate the imperial prince for his extravagant behavior, and hate the intrigues of the court officials.
But, I am just a little general...
Looking at the disheveled people, looking at the soldiers with scars on their bodies and faces of pain, some of them are still 15 A 6-year-old child is still childish, but he has to shoulder such a heavy burden. I suddenly felt a kind of fear, fear of death, fear of the empire's actions.
The Empire has abandoned us! Today, the rebels will break the city.
"Surrender!" These two words flashed through my mind. The rebels always had a rule for officers who abandoned the city and surrendered, that is, their families would enjoy prosperity and would not massacre the city.
Yes! surrender! The emperor has fallen, and the generalissimo is alone. For the sake of the people in the city, why not surrender? At least I can save these abandoned soldiers and people.
At least... I can be prosperous... rich...
But, can I really betray? Are we going to give up after working hard for so long? Those soldiers who died in battle, those common people who support us in obscurity, those pairs of eyes looking forward to hope, what will they think of me?
Can I betray?
Can I betray? !
Can I betray! ! !
Behind me are countless homes, homes created by countless people with their own hands. There are the laughter of children, the happiness of women, the blood and sweat of men, the wishes of the elderly, the destination of the prodigal son, and the dreams of the girls... They have no extravagant hopes, they just hope to have a warm little home. There are quarrels but no gunpowder, conflicts but no bloodshed. Sometimes when I am tired, someone will care about me; when I am sad, someone will accompany me; when I am happy, someone will share with me... And there are countless such homes on the land behind me. These small homes form a big family, and the city I guard is like this. This is our door! Every soldier is fighting for his life to guard his home.
Who will open the door for the robbers? Who can bear to watch these happy homes being trampled by ruthless cavalry?
No one!
What I defend is not just myself, not just a city, but what tens of thousands of warriors have sacrificed their lives for, the safety of countless people, and the gates of countless homes!
I am a soldier, and the duty of a soldier is to protect our home and country. But if we don’t even have a country, then what’s the point of talking about a home?
So, for them, I have no choice.
"Bang!!!" A loud noise signaled that the city gate had been breached and a massacre was about to take place.
I picked up the gun, mounted the horse, and vowed to defend my beliefs to the death, protect my home...and my country!
"Report!!! The reinforcements of the Generalissimo of the Imperial City have arrived..." 6. Composition with the theme of everyone building a small home
I have a beautiful and warm new home, and there are There are many beautiful pieces of furniture. Once you enter, you can see a beautiful scene. Let's go to that surprising place and take a look! As soon as you enter the door and look to the left, you can see a large and bright goldfish tank with many cute little goldfish in it.
There is one red one, six white ones, two brown ones and so on. They swim freely in the goldfish tank, so fun! There are very beautiful partitions next to the goldfish tank, blue, bit by bit, with different shapes and postures.
My sofa has a special-shaped stone, a white sofa, and red cushions. My TV is a 37-inch LCD TV. It looks great. When I turn on the TV, I feel carefree and forget all the things that happened in the day. I am immersed in the TV, as if I am the TV. Just like the actors on camera.
There are a variety of furniture in the restaurant, including dining tables, water dispensers, etc. The light bulbs in my house are very shaped, one is taller than the other, and they are hung by ropes.
There is ozone water in the water dispenser. My mother said: "That water dispenser can cure diseases. If you have a stomachache, you can have a drink and it will be fine." Next, we went to my room Take a look inside! When I went up the stairs, the floor was all covered with wooden floors. The furniture in my room was all bought, and it was a set of blue.
There is a rocket next to the door, which provides people with a place to put their things. Next to the rocket is a cabinet where you can store clothes. 7. A 400-word essay about loving the motherland and our own small family
Our motherland is a very big family. I am a small member of the big family. No member of the family is not the same. I like my own family, so I also like the big family of my motherland.
Dad, mom and I form a small family. We live in a high-rise building. Both dad and mom have beloved jobs. I also study in a beautiful campus. We are such a happy family. family. There are many such families in the motherland.
During the sunshine love activities held in the school during the winter and summer vacations, I saw many elderly people without children and children without parents in nursing homes and orphanages. It was the motherland and society that raised him (her ) are caring and helping them, allowing them to live happily and their children to grow up healthily. What a happy and harmonious society this is. My sister and her parents came to the city from the countryside. The city provided her parents with job opportunities and provided her with a school to study in, allowing them to become a part of the city and live a happy life.
There are many such families in the city. It is the motherland that allows them to live a happy life. Such a great motherland family, I love her very much.
To love the motherland means to study hard, enhance your skills, and become a knowledgeable person when you grow up, so as to better protect and build the motherland. From now on, let every one of our students take action.
8. Composition materials for writing about small things in a small family
Today, my mother said that I would be in charge of the house. She said that except for buying fruits, we could use 50 yuan to buy things at home. We went to wholesale fruits first. When we arrived at the fruit market, I Look, ah! There are many fruits, including oranges, apples, pears, peaches, etc. I looked at them and said to my mother, let’s buy some apples first. Apples are good for the human body and can replenish water. They also have vitamin C. We looked at them for three or four times. I went to a stall and found that the varieties of apples were different. As soon as I arrived at the first stall, I wanted to buy one. My mother said to me: You won’t suffer any loss if you shop around. Then I visited two stores in a row and found that the fruits at those two stores were not very good. , either rotten or infested with insects, we went to the fourth store. The moisture in his store was very good. The surface of the apples was very smooth and seemed to be well hydrated. The seller told me that the apples were from Red Fuji. I was right. My mother said, just buy it here. We bought apples for 19 yuan. I said to my mother, we should go shopping. My mother took me to the market. The market was very messy. I saw a vendor selling tofu. , took the money and went to get the tofu. I thought they didn’t abide by basic social ethics. My mother and I continued shopping and came to a very familiar aunt’s stall. I saw that the mushrooms were very fresh, so I bought a pound. , I also bought pork, tomatoes, and mung bean sprouts. After calculation, I spent more than 20 yuan. I thought: money is hard to come by, but I didn’t expect it to be spent so quickly. My mother asked me what soup I like to eat. What did I ask my mother? As long as the vegetables are cheap, my mother told me to just follow my hobbies. I feel that adults are really considerate of the children. After we bought the vegetables, we sent Caihe fruits home. I accompanied my mother to the supermarket to buy eggs. Eggs were walking home, and I wanted to eat candied haws on a stick. There happened to be a candied haws of apples seller across the street, so my mother shouted: Candied haws on a stick." Hey, it seemed like the candied haws on a stick could understand. But the street was very noisy, and that person didn't even know what to say. I didn't hear it and didn't eat the candied haws. I became angry and angry at my mother. My mother reminded me, "You are the head of the family, why are you angry at me?" I thought to myself: Anyway, I am not really the head of the family, so I can just get angry. My mother and I went home. It is very hard to be the head of the house for only one day. It is super hard to be the real head of the house.