Bathing composition
In our ordinary daily life, when it comes to writing, everyone is certainly familiar with it. Writing is a narrative method that expresses a theme through words after people's thinking and language organization. So have you ever learned anything about composition? The following is the bathing composition I have compiled for you. Welcome to learn from and refer to it. I hope it will help you. Bathing composition 1
Rain is spiritual water. "Didi, Didi ..." The melody is beautiful. I like rain, especially getting caught in it. It feels wonderful ...
Spring rain is delicate, no! A little charming. It moistens all things with the milk of mother nature and breeds life. However, everything that has experienced wind, frost, rain and snow can't stand the heavy rain. All she needs is a little gentle rain, and a little is enough! Spring is relaxing and pleasant. It doesn't matter if it rains a little. The thin rain touches my face, wets my clothes and releases my thoughts ... Oh, the earth really rejuvenates! Rain Pearl is also like a naughty child, following with joy, creating the joy of "dew on my clothes" ... < P > Summer rain, it is a passionate movement! "Hua ... Peng Peng ..." The dynamic beat kicked off a grand symphony. Thunder is only a supporting role, and the real protagonist is rain! Summer rain is majestic! The sound is even more earth-shattering, magnificent and powerful ... echoing between the earth! It pushes people's mood to a climax, to the extreme! You can't help rushing into the rain curtain and dancing with the notes of dripping rain. This is a gorgeous symphony, but also a dynamic and fashionable Juba dance, without any miscellaneous music, the rain is the singer of the scene! ..... The rhythm is still shaking in my heart! Even if I end up with a cold, I am still willing.
autumn, is it gold or yellow? However, the gorgeous color of "gold" may only be short-lived, and more is the sadness of "yellow". Autumn rain has this feature. Rain is no longer the mother of the earth, but it makes me feel that it is the God of the region DD, the god of death ... The wind is raging and the autumn rain is elegant, and everything that is already overwhelmed is once again subjected to the relentless push of nature. Although I have a soft spot for rain, I can't feel the comfort of spring and the passion of summer when I walk in the autumn rain, only the boundless desolation. In fact, autumn rain still gives people a very comfortable feeling in essence. The raindrops are thin, dense, and not too big. It feels very comfortable to "bathe" in the autumn rain ... but everything around me can't feel this kind of comfort at all, which inevitably makes me feel a bit awkward. Whistling autumn wind, mixed with autumn rain, more is also mixed with a trace of chill ...
Inadvertently chill quietly brought the winter beauty DD beautiful and cold. Put on thick winter clothes, breathing white cold, alas DD cold! In my impression, the winter rain is of course one of the most powerful manifestations of cold. The unique posture of winter rain is light and graceful, and it dresses up the earth. It is drizzling in Wan Li from time to time, and it stretches for a long time. "Silver makeup is wrapped in plain" should also be regarded as her contribution! Winter rain should be the slimmest "figure" in the rain of the four seasons. Just a little bit, reach out and feel it, but what she feels is just a little ice, and she can't even keep her original appearance. Her appearance is as cold as ice, but her heart is surging with warm current, caring for all living things tenderly. Rain in winter, like snow, is of great help to the growth of crops. Although she is slim, every drop is in the heart of "winter people and winter things" ... At this time, I have forgotten the cold in winter. In fact, winter rain really created the whole world! .....
Rain, it is she who makes spring full of vitality; Brought summer infinite passion; Let autumn be filled with a trace of sadness; It shows the warmth of winter. Without her, the four seasons are incomplete! Without her, I wouldn't have shaped myself into a "drowned rat" to appreciate the beauty. Bathing composition 2
Recently, my father bought me a book called "I want to be a good boy" by Huang Beijia. I liked her book before, and I have been longing for it for a long time.
I was told that this book is lively and interesting, which is very suitable for children to read. After listening to this, I am more eager for this book. Dad knew I wanted it, so he tried to buy it for me. For the first time, my father brought it well and it has already been snapped up. Seeing this situation, I thought to myself: I must have come to the bookstore, but because this book depends on this book. The second time, when my father was free, he went to buy books. But as soon as he entered the store, he was called to work overtime by the phone of the unit, so he had to rush to the unit. "Hey, my book is ruined again!" I can't help feeling a little disappointed. Two days ago, there was a light rain in the sky. My father, who usually got home from work at 6:1, didn't come back at 6:3. I was a little worried, so I went to the balcony to look forward to it. After a while, my father, who was still hanging water drops on his head, walked into the house in a panic. I said, "Why did you forget to bring your raincoat?" Wipe his hair with a towel. And what about him? But I escaped a brand-new book from my arms. I couldn't help sticking my head out curiously. When I saw the words "I want to be a good boy", Jing jumped up excitedly, and a warm current overflowed from my heart to my face.
as soon as I bought this book, I eagerly read it, holding it whenever I have time, reading it at dinner, at rest and when I go to the toilet. . . . . . Although I am so obsessed with this book, I am also interested in it. While I was taking a nap, my father sneaked into my bookcase and finally found it in the bathroom. He actually liked this book.
From then on, we scrambled to see. I didn't think this was the way to go on, so we asked for "peace talks". Finally, we decided to watch it together at night and not compete during the day. In the next few days, every night, I will bathe in books with my father and comment on articles together. What a harmonious scene! There are many wonderful fragments in the book, among which the one that impressed me the most is the one selected from "Little Sister Falling from the Sky". Jin Ling, the protagonist, brought back a little sister named Xing Xing. Jin Ling and her mother went to the shopping mall to buy clothes for Xing Xing. Jin Ling liked Barbie dolls there very much, but she was not sure whether her mother would buy them for her. She said to her mother in an indirect way, "What should I do if my classmates have such dolls at home?" Mom said, "The conditions in our family are no better than those in our classmates' homes. We can't buy such an expensive doll." At this time, Jin Ling said, "I just said it was beautiful, but I didn't ask you to buy it." Jin Ling mother suddenly speechless. Dad said, "The child is so cunning that even his parents play tricks." I object: "For children, when they meet something they like, of course they want it, but when adults are not satisfied, she can let herself down the steps in this way. This is called cleverness and wisdom." Dad didn't agree with me. "Look, what's so smart about such a child?"? No real skill. All cleverness. " I stick to my point of view. Dad added: "She doesn't fit the title of" I want to be a good boy "by doing this. It's not like that to be a good boy." Mom's here. After listening to our respective opinions, we said, "You are all right, because you stand in different perspectives, so you will have your own feelings. After listening to this, we continued to roam the sea of books. . . . . .
it feels good to bathe in books, and you have a lot of knowledge! Bathing composition 3
Last summer was particularly hot. The sun scorched the earth mercilessly, and you could smell the fiery breath everywhere. After three years of junior high school life, I finally waited for the day of the senior high school entrance examination. On that day, I wrote three years of hardships, tears and sadness on that small test paper. When I filled in my volunteers a few days later, I firmly filled in Chengde County No.1 Middle School.
many people will think that I use the word "firm" instead of "willing", but it is not. In the third grade, I was very contradictory. My parents left me when I was young, and my grandparents who raised me are old. Throughout junior high school, it was the village and township government, the principal, teachers and neighbors who funded me to complete my studies. Should I continue my studies or work to support my grandparents? I really hesitated for a long time. It was the encouragement of the headmaster and the support of my neighbors, especially the earnest words of the enrollment teacher in No.1 Middle School that made me "firm" in my determination to continue my studies.
it's been more than half a year. looking back, I have no regrets. Looking ahead, I am full of confidence. I like this school: a garden-like campus, a big plastic playground and modern teaching equipment. Of course, the most important thing is that there are school leaders who have always cared about me, teachers who take good care of me, and good people at all levels of government and society who always pay attention to our growth.
when I first entered this campus, I was at a loss. Because I am in a broad campus, I am full of strange faces. The most important thing is that the poverty of my family makes me uneasy, so I am often distracted in class. Gradually I returned to normal, because the school and teachers gave me great help and meticulous care. The school exempted me from tuition and fees, provided me with a meal card, the teacher subsidized my school supplies and pocket money, and the government and all walks of life also donated money to help us. In my heart, they are my relatives, their amiable image, their selfless dedication spirit and their rigorous attitude towards learning, which not only impressed me deeply, but also made me more determined to study hard and strive hard to be a useful person to the motherland and society to repay the school, teachers and society.
Life is not smooth sailing, but in the most difficult moment, a helping hand with a pun of love will change your destiny. My poverty seems to be a chain that mercilessly locks my steps to realize my dream. I was eager to be admitted to the university, to build my ideal tomorrow with my own efforts, to change my destiny, and to let my grandparents who raised me through hard work enjoy a happy old age. Today, my dream will come true, because with the help of the school and the care of teachers, because we have the leadership of the * * * production party, because we live in a harmonious, United, civilized and progressive society. I will cherish all this twice, study hard and repay the society and all those who care about me with excellent results.
The grass is green on campus, the winter jasmine is in bloom, and everything is bathed in this warm spring breeze. Living in such a warm family, my gratitude can't be described in words. I have to write this grateful text with practical actions. Bathing composition 4
The breeze swept gently, awakening the grass, slowly, slowly. It has grown up.
Leave the green leaves and the gardener. Maybe you are just an ordinary wild flower. Maybe you will experience your first snow. Then, don't be decadent and don't forget the spring breeze around you. Life is full of joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows. Maybe you will experience the trough of your life, and maybe you will fall into confusion. Just like that flower, it is bright and withered, but there are always people around you who silently support and encourage you.
"What is the meaning of life? I'm just a loser. A bird with broken wings that fell into the abyss. " Facing the failure of the first exam, I was disheartened. Come to the river and sit in the pavilion in the corner. There are a few weeds in the cracks of the clay board, which will run out of its short life under the scorching sun. The sun shines directly in my eyes and stings my heart. I don't know why that hot day today makes me so disgusted. A few hot tears fell in the scorching sun. My friend sat beside me, silent for a long time.
"If there was a shortcut in life, would you take it?" She spoke.
a shortcut? Now my eyes are full of darkness, dark clouds are about to cover me, and I suddenly feel so small and unbearable. If there is a shortcut, I think I will take it. Looking at those few weeds whose lives are about to be drained, I nodded heavily.
"then you are wrong." Her expression was grim, and there was a firmness in the corner of her eyes. "Then you will miss a lot of scenery. Life is bumpy all the way, and you will meet many thorns. Whose life is smooth sailing, that is meaningless. Only when you fall down and get up can you move on. As long as you have a persistence, nothing can stop you from moving forward. Now you just met a small stone, don't you stop? No, then you are stupid. Do you want others to get ahead of you? If you feel that your study life is hard, it means that you are going uphill. That's not difficult. As long as you dare to struggle, you will certainly surpass others and find the light leading to the other side of success. What will be ushered in will be magnificent scenery. You know, life with more detours is wonderful! " As soon as my voice fell, a breeze brushed my cheek and I felt less tired. My friend immediately drew a "V" pattern representing victory for me on the ground.
I was lost in thought.
yes! Be a strong nettle. The river twists and turns, but the stream still gurgles forward, and nothing can stop it from looking forward to the future. That's right! I want to cheer up, get back on the track and meet bigger challenges. I told my friends that I had regained my confidence and overcome the shadow. She smiled, from the bottom of her heart. Then she went to the river to get water with her hands and dripped it on those weeds. The breeze passed by, as if she saw them smiling at me. There are a few turbid tears flowing along the eyes.
at this time, I want to say thank you to the spring breeze for the grass; Say thank you to the river for the fish; I want to say to you: "Thank you. friends. It's good to have you! "
The breeze swept by again, awakening the withered grass, slowly, slowly. It grew up because of it! Bathing composition 5
"Of course, when the sun comes out, the snowman will melt. I still can't help feeling sad in my heart. I want to hug you warmly before the snow melts and tell you loudly: I want to be with you! " Whenever I think of this sentence, I feel like eating hot maltose, which is both sweet and warm, because I think of my mother who loves me deeply.
My mother is like a horse, working tirelessly for me. No wonder there is a horse in the word "mom". Motherly love is like spring rain, it is not vigorous, but moistens things silently; Motherly love is like a quilt. It is not glamorous, but it warms your heart. The greatness and selflessness of maternal love are incomparable. Memories suddenly flooded up like a flood ...
One noon, when I was idle after finishing my homework, it suddenly occurred to me: My mother loves me so much, and I should do something to move my mother. So I took advantage of my mother's inattention to help clean the dishes before her, and then said loudly to my mother, "Mom, I love you so much!" " My mother looked at me excitedly, with a gratified smile on her face: "Mom loves you!" " Then my mother held me tightly in her arms.
Actually, I was hesitant when I said I loved my mother. Speaking of it, I am afraid that my mother will misunderstand me, and I feel embarrassed myself; Don't tell me, how can I express my deep love for my mother? After much hesitation, I finally said it out loud!
that day, I accidentally found that there seemed to be a few more silver wires in my mother's hair, and I unconsciously thought of an old thing. When I was young, I had a deciduous tooth that had to be pulled out, so I had to let my mother take me to the hospital for tooth extraction. However, I couldn't help shivering when I looked at the big pliers with silver light on the dentist's hand. My mother saw it carefully and said to me, "Are you afraid of pain? Holding mom's hand won't hurt. " Naive, I believe it, and put my cold little hand on it.