With the vigorous development of social networks, more and more people like to publish stories to share their daily lives and their feelings. I want to talk about it, but I always don't know how to organize the language. The following are nine compositions I have compiled for you. Welcome everyone to refer to it, I hope I can help you.
Tell the truth 1 Teacher Zheng, you are an amiable, knowledgeable and persuasive teacher in my eyes.
At the beginning of this semester, when I saw you taking us to report for duty, I knew you would continue to take our class. I was very happy.
I remember when I was in the third grade, I was admitted to this school and had to leave my former school. Because some students live near each other and have to cross some roads, you told us to "cross the road safely." After listening to this, the students all realized your deep love for us.
I remember once, teacher, you checked how to recite yesterday's ancient poems in class. I am afraid at this time, because I don't know much about my back, and I am afraid that the teacher will order me. It's a pity that the teacher just clicked on me. I stood up trembling, "making clothes for her wayward child's body, making clothes for the thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother …" Before I finished reciting it, my classmates "coaxed" into laughing. "Don't laugh, I believe he can recite it." You stopped the laughter of your classmates with a loud voice and encouraged me. Looking at your kind face, I made up my mind and finally recited this ancient poem word for word.
Teacher Zheng, you care about us so much, love us so much, and teach us your profound knowledge. You are really a good teacher worthy of our love and respect.
Telling the truth composition 2 The fragrance of spring can lead birds to sing and dance, the moisture of rain and dew can render colorful flowers, and my father's love can water me like dew, making me thrive ... Today, I want to tell my father: "Dad, I will love you well!" " "
As soon as I came home from school that day, I saw my father sitting next to the trash can in an apron and cuffs, rummaging through the trash can with his whole hand. It really looks like a tramp. How can an open seven-foot father live in such a state? Alas! I took a closer look and found that my father was soaked with sweat, and the sweat as big as a bean fell straight into the tube until he suddenly jumped up, held the little black ball with his thumb and forefinger, and said happily like a child, "I'm just looking for my daughter's fetal hair!" " I was sucked into the vacuum cleaner, but I found it. "
In an instant, a warm current surged in my heart. Although my father's love is not as strong as a lonely smoke in the desert, as long as a long river setting sun, and as delicate as a mother's love, his love is deeply hidden in my heart, but I turn a blind eye. I have always been regarded as a treasure by my father. "Father, I'm sorry." At that moment, I decided to love him.
After dinner that day, I took advantage of my parents to go downstairs for half an hour and wanted to do something for my father, so I washed the bowl. I carefully picked up the small plate lying quietly in the pool, dripped detergent and wiped it clean. Who knows, it slipped to the ground with a bang. I am glad that the tenacious plate is only missing a hole, but I am clumsy and scratched my palm. My father who happened to be upstairs saw my haste and "blood-stained kitchen". Father just kept silent and didn't blame me. He quickly brought a "band-aid" and took me to the hospital. It lasted until ten o'clock. Father patted me on the shoulder and said softly, "Go to bed early! What dad needs most, you know. "
That day, I wanted to say goodbye. Today, by speaking my mind, I want to tell my father: "Dad … I just want to do something for you. I will behave well next time and be your pride! " "
Another montage shot, the picture switches to my last "June 1" day. Dad chose a tie at home for a long time and finally chose the red one. He said to the mirror, "Is Dad handsome?" Much like Clinton! "He wore that suit to our activities on important occasions, and I gave a speech as an excellent student. As soon as the last sentence "I thank my father for his company over the past four years" fell, the flames on the table jumped up excitedly-yes, it was my "Clinton" father. He raised his eyebrows as if to show off: "Look, this is my daughter!" " "I can see that Dad is very happy and proud.
On that day, my father and I walked home hand in hand against the distant sunset. As the sun sets, the gentle wind soaks into the unique seafood on the riverside and pounces on my nose. It is so fresh and soft that my father and I haven't done it for a long time ... Today, I want to say a heartfelt word that I haven't said for a long time: "Dad, I will love you well! Give you what you need most, not angel wings to protect you, and become your little cotton-padded jacket! "
It has been two weeks since I went to school. During this time, I am very happy, because my mother is no longer fierce, my teacher likes me, and my classmates love playing with me. Life can be so beautiful! !
I used to be a naughty boy. I always talked nonsense in class. You made it impossible for teachers and students to attend classes normally. So from my students, I lost the motivation to learn. After the adjustment of the holiday, I understand a lot of truth. In winter, I went to five cities in the east of China, including Nanjing, Wuxi, Hangzhou, Suzhou and Shanghai. My uncle has been listening to the tour guide, and I understand the importance of knowledge. I want to learn English, and then I will travel abroad.
I also went to Changhao Township, Wuzhishan, Hainan, China, and visited the children in the countryside. The house they live in is very shabby, and the one next to it runs through their farmland. I brought some sweets specially to share with them. There were several children around me, and we soon became friends. According to them, they are all family members and have two younger brothers and sisters. Every day after school, students not only finish their homework, but also help their parents do farm work, coax their younger brothers and sisters, or help their children cook. Compared with them, I am so happy. I should listen to my teacher and my parents. Although I don't know how to do so many things like educating children in rural areas of China, I shouldn't make you angry.
On the first day of school, I was praised by teacher Yu, saying that I am not white this year, and I am very happy. My mother said that I grew up and understood. I said to my mother, "I will continue to grow up and I will be more sensible!" " "
I have a lot to say to you, but I can't find the right opportunity to say it to my mother. Mom: When I don't know how to do my homework, you help me and support me so that I can think and answer questions by myself. When I failed in the exam, you patiently explained my mistake and told me to correct it; When I was sick, you carried me from the seventh floor to the hospital, anxious to find a doctor to see me; You are not afraid of getting hurt, but I am afraid of getting seriously ill. I thank you very much: my dear mother!
Mom, I know you make me learn this and that every day for my own good, but every Saturday and Sunday I feel a little dizzy: because I know I have to learn more. How envious I am to see other children playing outside.
You guys! Mom: I wish I could play happily downstairs like you. I don't want to study or study every day. I'm really bored. I hope you can give me some freedom. Mom, don't be angry when I say so. I know it's hard for you to take me alone: for a living, my father works in a distant city, and you have to take care of me when you go to work alone. I never object to what you ask me to do, but I'm really tired. Mom, finally, I want to say to you: thank you, dear mom!
Maple leaves in early autumn fall with the autumn wind, forming a series of beautiful scenery lines, and time quietly passes through our fingers. You wrote a touching song in my heart with beautiful music, and your smiles and your every move were printed in my heart early.
Teacher, do you remember the first time we met? Your handsome face is full of bright sunshine, and your body exudes a touch of calligraphy and painting. When you smile, your eyes are curved and you have two lovely dimples, as if all the joy in the world belongs to you. You are like an angel, guiding me to the road of literature, and you let me go forward bravely. I am not afraid of getting hurt, because you are my eternal support and pillar.
Teacher, do you remember that time when we stayed together until eight o'clock in the evening? The complicated exercises sleepy me to death. They all seem to jump out and confront me. After repeated calculations, those obstacles gradually disappeared. At that time, you smiled and relieved, and those two lovely dimples returned to your face. I know you have been silently supporting me, encouraging me and cheering for me!
My composition was published in the newspaper when the first cold wind came in winter. When I got the payment, I felt a warm current flowing from my heart to my toes. My first thought is you, teacher!
I want to thank you for taking the time to do exercises with me and staying with me for a long time when I have problems in my study. The next road is still very long, thank you, always accompany me! Support me silently!
Speak from the Heart Composition 6 Dear Mom:
Hello!
Everyone has his own ideas, and I am no exception. I also have my own heart, that is-mom, I love you.
In the countryside, my family's economy is not good, and my mother is reluctant to spend money at all, but she doesn't feel bad about giving me money.
I remember once in the street, my mother took a fancy to a dress for me. I said to her, "mom, I won't buy it." I haven't bought it for a long time. Please buy one. " Look, your clothes are all white. "But my mother smiled and said," What are you afraid of? People don't know, but you think it's this color? "? This color is very popular this year. Besides, mom didn't wear anything. I'd better buy it for you. I'm glad to see you in your new clothes. "Listen to the mother, the in the mind very sour, didn't say a word. Mom, you made up so many beautiful reasons to buy clothes for me. I know this is all because you love me. Mom, I will study hard and live up to your expectations.
Mom, there are a thousand words: mom, I love you!
Daughter: xxx
March 9
I have a strict and kind teacher. She is Miss Cao. Teacher Cao, I have a lot to say to you.
Teacher Cao, do you remember? Once, because my handwriting was thin and ugly, you repeatedly reminded me that I just didn't take it to heart and continued to write about such an ugly person. After your patient guidance, my calligraphy has made great progress now. I want to say: Thank you, Teacher Cao!
When you dictate to us, it's a simple word, and I will make mistakes because of carelessness. You told me half jokingly and half seriously not to be sloppy. I didn't care at that time, but now I know that you are not kidding. I am really a "careless" person, because I still make the same mistake, and I am determined not to make any more mistakes. Teacher Cao, I also want to say "thank you!" "
At that time, you played with us in the playground after class, and you played the game of "the eagle catches the chicken" with us. Your kind eyes and happy smile seem to be as big as ours. Teacher Cao, I want to say "I love you!" " "
Whenever we see that our classmates are wearing less, tell us to wear more clothes. I feel warm in your words. You seem to be my mother! Teacher Cao, I want to say to you: "At school, you are our mother!" " "
Teacher Cao, I like your serious attitude and gentle and charitable smile in class.
Teacher Cao, I want to say "I love you!" " "
After the parent-teacher conference on April 10, I have a lot to say to myself, such as "Yang Yikun, why do you always make the same mistake?" At this rate, how can I go to college? I can't even go to high school! "I said to myself. Also, after this meeting, my father told me not to make small moves in class. I want to listen carefully, raise my hand actively and post my words online. Only in this way can the characters be the same size and beautiful.
Some of our classmates may have lied to their parents before, including me. Everyone thinks their deception is perfect. In fact, this idea is all wet. As the saying goes, "you can't hide from the first day, but you can't hide from the fifteenth." There will be a parent-teacher conference one day. Even if it is not held this year, it will be held next year. Therefore, before you do anything, you should consider the consequences, otherwise the consequences will be serious and you can't bear it, and your parents may have to bear part of the responsibility.
Sometimes, I wonder, how to surpass my classmates who are one level higher than me? Now my father has given me a satisfactory answer, that is, to be serious, to keep the teacher's evaluation firmly in mind, to correct it slowly and to work hard at all times. Then I remembered the slogan of our class: "Passion is like fire, surpass yourself, four (5) four (5), fight bravely."
I remember how serious I was in the first grade. Now think about it. I am very complacent. Although I promised my father, I never changed. After a sleep, I forgot my promise the night before. "Return to the prodigal son!" I said to myself, and I also advised people in the same situation as me, "There is no limit to the sea of suffering, and turning back is the shore." Here, I sincerely say this sentence to you, that is, "We are ashamed, don't be a' dead mouse can't touch the cold' person, but be a civilized, polite and ashamed person.
When I was growing up, I had a lot to say, but I didn't have a chance to say it. This time, I will open my heart and say to my first teacher, Miss Li: Although you are no longer our teacher, you will always be our good teacher.
I remember it was when I was in grade one. I have a cold. My mother called the teacher and said that I was ill. You Wenxun came to me and asked, "Is the earthquake okay? Don't tell the teacher if you have a cold. Can you go to class, son? " If you feel sick, you must tell me. Do you hear me, son? "After listening to this, I felt warm in my heart and didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Your words and deeds melted my little heart.
Teacher, you have worked hard. You watched us grow, and you led us to make progress step by step. In our eyes, you are not a strict teacher, but our gentle mother. I love you!