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How to write a composition about this little thing?
1. How to write a little thing about yourself? What do you know from this little incident?

"Time flies, the sun and the moon fly." I never quite understood this sentence, but in a small incident, I understood the meaning of this sentence.

It's a sunny Saturday. I get up early, brush my teeth and wash my face. I finished my homework on Friday, because there was little homework on weekends. I am happy to check my father's homework. When I finished my Chinese, math and English homework, I held out my hand and asked my father, "Dad, I have finished all my homework. Can I play for a while? " "Of course." On the side, I smiled like a flower. "However, when your mother and I go out later, you have to write a composition. At four o'clock, I came back to check. " * * * Simply answer: "All right! Piece of cake, you can't win me! " I look confident.

After mom and dad left, I was the master of this family! Lying on the sofa is very comfortable, eating snacks, watching TV, watching CCTV, watching children's TV and watching series. I found it was time to write a composition, so I looked at the clock on the wall. It's already twelve noon. I thought about it. Anyway, there are still a few hours. At this time, I just ate snacks and digested them, so I had to take a pack of instant noodles to satisfy my hunger. I was full, drunk and a little sleepy, so I climbed into bed and had a dream. I slept until three o'clock in the afternoon, and my intuition told me that it was too late to write a composition now. My parents will be back in an hour. what can I do? I am so anxious that my heart is like fifteen buckets of water-up and down. I have to take out a piece of paper, write a composition casually, and then take it to work. At this time, mom and dad just came back. As soon as dad comes back, let me show him my composition. I slowly took out my composition and felt even more uneasy. I saw my father shake his head slightly, and then said to me seriously, "Li Jie, have you written your composition carefully today?" Have you written your due level? "I told my father what happened today in detail. When my father saw me like this, he said to me earnestly, "Never mind, just correct it next time. Remember that time is precious. Remember, son? The ancients once said, "Young people who don't work hard are sad." If you don't work hard now, it will be too late when you grow up, and time won't stop for you. "After listening to my father's words, I felt very sorry, so I made up my mind to race against time and become the master of time!

Although it took a long time, I really realized that "time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle." The meaning of this sentence, every word my father said that day was deeply imprinted in my heart.

2. How to write a short composition on a hot holiday? A little thing happened at home, which I will never forget.

On a sunny Monday, birds and flowers were singing, my parents went to work and I was alone at home. I'm so excited. I'm playing everywhere, playing everywhere. After playing for a while, I felt that it was not fun, so I played with my mother's jade bracelet. I am curious. This jade bracelet is crystal clear and can shine. I turned the jade bracelet in my hand. Suddenly, the jade bracelet flew out, hit the wall and broke with a bang. I thought to myself: What should I do? My father brought it back to my mother from Beijing. Value 1000 yuan. If my father knew, he might kill me. I swept up the pieces in a panic and hid. At noon, my parents came back. My mother found the jade bracelet missing and asked me, "Did you take it?" I trembled and said, "No."My mother saw the jade bracelet fragments on the ground and asked like a mortar, "Did you break it?" I shook my head and looked at my mother with my eyes, staring at the sleeping kitten with my eyes. I had a brainwave and said, "Mom, the kitten is broken." My mother believed me and picked up the broom to hit the kitten. The kitten ran away like a frightened bird. Not convinced, the kitten looked at my head as if laughing at me: "I did something wrong, but I don't admit it." This is a dishonest child. " After hearing this, I became agitated and remembered the last time I did something wrong and was beaten. Now I admit it, and I'm afraid of being beaten. But I want to be an honest boy, so I summon up courage to say to my mother, "I broke it." I was wrong. " My mother didn't hit me and said, "Son, just admit your mistake." After listening to this, my nervous nerves were released and I was happy.

I've learned a little thing: it takes a lot of courage to admit your mistakes before you can be an honest child.

3. How to write "This little thing is really not small" in the composition? How to write that the wind in March gently blows over the treetops, such as the waves of fish ponds caused by stars all over the sky; Countless birds are flying among the branches and leaves, singing against the sunshine, like lilacs scattered in the lush green.

With these beautiful scenes, it is time to welcome the artistic talent competition. Before that, I was fully prepared, and my heart was full of unspeakable excitement. Every night, I will practice playing again and again and never get bored. Time flies like running water, and my proficiency is like sesame blossoms-higher and higher, and of course my confidence has increased a lot. Thinking of this, I jumped three feet high with excitement.

I went to the registration office with my photo in anticipation. People often say that "joy begets sorrow" is really a wise saying. My aunt at the registration office said to me doubtfully, "The registration is over. The notice time has been posted at the door for so long. Didn't you see it? " As soon as aunt's voice fell, I realized it.

I rushed out of the door of the registration office at once, and tears swirled in my eyes. When I completely ran out of the registration room, tears flowed out like a torrent of unruly elves. This belated grief surrounded me tightly, making me unable to break free from his bondage and breaking my heart. He pushed me off the cliff like a pair of hands, and then pushed me down the abyss. I came home crying and told my father what had happened. Instead of comforting me, it said to me in a serious tone: "Look at you, you have never cared about anything, and you are as indifferent as before!" "

After this incident, I also learned a lot: sometimes what I missed can never be found again. Fortunately, this is just a game. If it is anything else, it will be a lifelong regret. At the same time, I also realize that we should not shrink back in the face of setbacks, but be like a flower that can stand the blow in the storm.

4. Composition: How to write a little thing in childhood memory? Many things have happened, but a little thing happened when I was 7 years old, but I can't forget it for a long time.

That was when I was in the second grade of primary school. When I first entered school, my father found a big mother in the community to take care of my transportation and meals. I affectionately call her Aunt Lu. However, since I read the summer vacation of the second grade, my father stopped asking Aunt Lu to help me, and let me go to school alone, so I would take care of jiaozi when I was hungry at night. I readily agreed. A few weeks ago, I forgot my keys one after another, and my parents forgave me. But on a Wednesday night, I made a big mistake. My parents repeatedly warned me: "Tomorrow, my father will go on a business trip, and my mother will have an exam and come back very late. Don't forget to bring your key! " I listened and nodded hard, but it went in one ear and out the other. The next day, after school, I hurried back to my door. When I was about to open the door, I found that I didn't have my key. I was so anxious that I broke out in a cold sweat. I have no choice but to go back to the garden and start doing my homework. It was getting dark and I huddled in the cold wind. In desperation, I knocked on the door of Aunt Lu's house. Aunt Lu took me to the living room for dinner as soon as she saw it was me. When she heard what happened to me, she immediately got up and called my mother. After about a minute or two, she sighed, put down the phone gently and said to me, "You can stay at my house tonight!" " When I was young, I casually replied, "Yes!" "At nine o'clock, I went to bed and fell asleep. I woke up the next day only to find that I was sleeping in my own bed. Afterwards, I learned that Aunt Lu didn't sleep a wink almost all night waiting for my mother's call. She was afraid of falling asleep, so she couldn't hear her mother's call.

Just because I didn't listen to my parents' repeated warnings, I caused so much trouble to others. Although my parents didn't blame me that time, now I feel guilty when I see Aunt Lu. I remember that night, my carelessness made everyone suffer with me. Fortunately, this is just a small matter. If I grow up, I will be so careless in my daily work. If I draw the wrong line here and calculate the wrong decimal point there, it will be a big problem.

5. How to write the composition "Remembering a Little Thing" I came home from school today. I was doing my homework when I suddenly heard the sound of dripping water downstairs. I went downstairs curiously. It turned out that my mother had not turned off the tap and the water was dripping into the water tank. I was about to turn it off when my mother came over and said, "Don't turn it off, it will save money if the water meter doesn't move!" " "After that, my mother went away. I looked at the water meter and thought, mom is so smart. I was very surprised when I saw a big "foot" under the water tank. But I don't know what happened.

So I went to consult my brother who came back from college. My brother said to me, "The air contains a lot of dust and other substances. Because there is no cover in the water tank, the dust in the air will float on the water surface and slowly sink to the bottom of the tank, and the more it accumulates, it will become a "water foot". My brother said to me, "if you hold water like this, you may make the originally clean water unclean." "

I'll go home at once and go to my mother who is knitting a sweater. I told my mother exactly what my brother said and said to her, "Mom, this will be bad for your health." But mom and Ben wouldn't listen.

Suddenly, a good idea came to me. So I ran to the kitchen and got two cups, one for the muddy water in the water tank and the other for the water just released from the tap. Then, I ran to my mother and clamored for her to go to the kitchen. My mother had no choice but to put down the wool and live in the kitchen. When I got to the kitchen, I pointed to two glasses of water and asked my mother if she wanted to drink that one. Without thinking, my mother pointed to this clear cup and said she wanted to drink that. She also said that the other cup was dirty and had "watery feet".

I said to my mother, "This cup was scooped out of the water tank." Mom is ashamed.

6. How to write a composition about one thing You will encounter many things in your life, which are like pebbles thrown into your mind. Some stones are fleeting in the waves, but others keep circling on the sea and refuse to leave-that you will never forget. Today, I will tell you something that I will never forget.

One day, my parents went out to work overtime, and my grandmother went to my aunt's house, leaving me alone at home. How time flies! It was noon in the blink of an eye. I have to take care of my lunch. But the snack bar is empty, and there is nothing to eat in the refrigerator, only a bowl of leftovers and a few eggs. At this moment, an idea popped into my mind-fried rice with eggs. Got it! Just cook fried rice with eggs!

I turned on the stove and poured some oil in. "Boom, boom!" "Oil like a naughty child, dancing in the pot, splashed on my hand. I beat some eggs in a hurry and poured them into the pot with a "wow". Smoke suddenly came out of the kitchen, making me cough. At this time, I accidentally knocked an egg into the pot. " Bang! A wonderful "frangipani" blooms in the basin. I quickly turned off the fire. Oh! Don't! The pot looks like a scene of "northeast stew": several unformed eggs are dripping with egg liquid, wrapped around several unrecognizable eggshells, and the oil is still bubbling. I have no choice but to carefully pick out the eggshells with chopsticks and throw them into the garbage basket. Alas! ! ! This is really "killing a pair of egg shells halfway!" "

I cleaned up the mess, fired again and started cooking. I simply scrambled a few eggs, and then directly poured the prepared bowl of rice. "Ira, Ira ..." The kitchen became like a smoke bomb again. "ah!" I accidentally washed some rice on the stove because of the smoke. I was going to put some salt to taste, but I took the sugar jar by mistake and put a spoonful down! To be on the safe side, I decided to try a spoonful. "ah! God! " I turned off the fire and the smoke slowly dispersed. I scooped up a spoonful of salt and put it in the pot: "At least this will reconcile the' deadly' taste of sugar! ! "I said to myself sadly.

Although this bowl of rice tastes terrible (as can be seen from the above picture), I am deeply impressed by it: because this is the first time I have cooked fried rice with eggs independently, although the quality is not good, my little heart is full of pride and sense of accomplishment. This matter has always been fresh in my memory and I can't forget it for a long time. ...

7. How to write a composition about things in our daily life? There are many things that we have experienced personally, seen with our own eyes and heard with our own ears, and most of them are very ordinary and ordinary things. How can we use these little things as material to write or write a composition? Please note the following points: 1. What you choose according to the requirements of the topic should be carefully recalled, carefully pondered and pondered, so as to dig out the truth of life contained in it, or find the bright spot in it.

Time, place, people and events should be clearly explained, so that readers can understand who the article is about, when and where what happened. 13. We must write down the environment in which it happened.

Because everything always happens and develops under certain circumstances. The environment is well written, and the characteristics are written, which can also render the atmosphere, express feelings and make the article more vivid.

4. Generally, the cause, process and result of a thing should be clearly written in the order of development, and the cause and effect of the thing should be clearly written. 5. Note around the center, grasp the key points, don't cover everything.

The key part (generally refers to the development of things * * *) should be written in detail, concrete and detailed in order to leave a deep impression on readers. Writing is inseparable from the author. At the same time, in the process of taking notes, we must write the characters' language, demeanor, movements and psychological activities carefully and realistically, so as to show their ideological quality and better express the meaning contained in this matter, which is the central idea of the article.

8. How to write the composition "A Little Thing" happened on a summer afternoon.

The sun hangs high in the air like a big fireball, and there is no wind at all. The flowers and plants hung their heads listlessly and fell asleep.

Even the asphalt road is soft, with deep wheel prints. I was walking on my way to school, wearing a hat, but my face was still sweaty. How I look forward to eating an ice cream to quench my thirst at this moment! Walking, I saw a group of people buying ice cream in front. I felt thirsty and squeezed into the crowd to buy one. Take a bite of ice cream, wow! It's so comfortable It is cold from head to toe.

As soon as I threw the ice cream paper, it floated up and landed right outside the trash can. I ran to pick it up, and I thought, well, it's just an ice cream paper. It's nothing, so I keep going.

After a while, I came to a fork in the road and saw a five-or six-year-old boy running to his mother with an ice cream. As he ran, he shouted, "Mom, you're here!" He ran to his mother, with one hand holding the ice cream to her mouth and the other throwing the ice cream paper on the floor. His mother leaned down and picked up the ice cream paper and said, "Father Land loves cleanliness as much as you do. If you dirty his clothes, he will be angry.

This environmental sanitation depends on all of us. There is a trash can over there. Mom will throw the ice cream paper into the box with you. "They said, and walked to the front of the trash can and threw the ice cream paper in.

Looking at this scene, I blushed to the neck. The behavior, words and deeds of mother and son, like a stone, broke my inner peace. The ice cream in my mouth, somehow, is not cold at all.

Not only that, I feel unusually hot, my face has nowhere to hide, my body has nowhere to hide, and my heart is like an overturned five-flavor bottle, bitter, sweet, sour and salty, and I can't tell what it tastes like. I looked at the distant back of the mother and son, and felt that I was missing something. I felt that I was too small to lift my head ... In the following days, the weather continued to be hot, and waves of heat waves surrounded the city.

As usual, when I am thirsty, I will buy an ice cream to resist the heat. I just stopped letting the ice cream paper fly with the wind, but carefully put it in the trash can.

I frankly tasted the sweetness and coolness brought by ice cream. You can write such a small thing yourself.

9. How do you write a composition about a little thing around you?

One day, my family of three went for a walk in the West Coast Park next to Guazhu Lake. On the way, an uncle who walked in front of us threw an unlit cigarette end to the side of the road and into the lawn, and walked on as if nothing had happened. As soon as I saw it, I strode forward quickly, stamped out the cigarette butts with my shoes, and then walked on with peace of mind. It's not once or twice that I stamp out cigarette butts on the roadside with my shoes. Basically, I will step on those cigarette butts I see, just in case. As the saying goes, "A single spark can start a prairie fire". Stamping out a cigarette butt is equivalent to putting out a big fire. It's early autumn, and the grass is yellow, dry and flammable. Cigarette butts and sparks can turn a lawn into ashes. When I was walking, I once saw a lawn with a layer of black on it. I guess it may be caused by littering cigarette butts.

Picking up scraps of paper and stepping on cigarette butts may be just trivial things in the eyes of some ordinary people. It's these little things. If you can't do it, you may miss many important events. For example, the selection of national health cities. Perhaps it is because of such a little scraps of paper and a few burning cigarette butts that we are not judged and it is too late to regret it.

There are also touching things. Once, while I was doing my homework, I looked out of the window and saw an old man over 60 years old, with vegetables bought in one hand and several plastic bottles in the other. From time to time, he bent down to pick up the garbage and threw it into the trash can. Seeing this scene, I can't help but feel shocked that such a 60-year-old man still has such virtue. This spirit is really admirable. Old people who are nearly old can do it, not to mention our younger generation.

We clean up garbage, and someone makes garbage. Like some people spitting everywhere; Someone threw confetti; Some people throw cigarette butts ... others make rubbish while riding. Vomiting due to carsickness, and some people stick their heads out of the window to vomit, which not only makes the appearance of the car ugly, but also may endanger their lives because of the sudden braking of the car.

Therefore, we should start from every little thing around us, from stepping on an unfinished cigarette end, from picking up a piece of paper scraps thrown on the roadside, and from now on!

10. Composition (1) This little thing taught me that it happened on a summer afternoon.

The sun hangs high in the air like a big fireball, and there is no wind at all. The flowers and plants hung their heads listlessly and fell asleep.

Even the asphalt road is soft, with deep wheel prints. I was walking on my way to school, wearing a hat, but my face was still sweaty. How I look forward to eating an ice cream to quench my thirst at this moment! Walking, I saw a group of people buying ice cream in front. I felt thirsty and squeezed into the crowd to buy one. Take a bite of ice cream, wow! It's so comfortable It is cold from head to toe.

As soon as I threw the ice cream paper, it floated up and landed right outside the trash can. I ran to pick it up, and I thought, well, it's just an ice cream paper. It's nothing, so I keep going.

After a while, I came to a fork in the road and saw a five-or six-year-old boy running to his mother with an ice cream. As he ran, he shouted, "Mom, you're here!" He ran to his mother, with one hand holding the ice cream to her mouth and the other throwing the ice cream paper on the floor. His mother leaned down and picked up the ice cream paper and said, "Father Land loves cleanliness as much as you do. If you dirty his clothes, he will be angry.

This environmental sanitation depends on all of us. There is a trash can over there. Mom will throw the ice cream paper into the box with you. "They said, and walked to the front of the trash can and threw the ice cream paper in.

Looking at this scene, I blushed to the neck. The behavior, words and deeds of mother and son, like a stone, broke my inner peace. The ice cream in my mouth, somehow, is not cold at all.

Not only that, I feel unusually hot, my face has nowhere to hide, my body has nowhere to hide, and my heart is like an overturned five-flavor bottle, bitter, sweet, sour and salty, and I can't tell what it tastes like. I looked at the distant back of the mother and son, and felt that I was missing something. I felt that I was too small to lift my head ... In the following days, the weather continued to be hot, and waves of heat waves surrounded the city.

As usual, when I am thirsty, I will buy an ice cream to resist the heat. I just stopped letting the ice cream paper fly with the wind, but carefully put it in the trash can.

I frankly tasted the sweetness and coolness brought by ice cream. (2) This little thing made me understand that there are many touching things in life, which are hidden in our hearts like pearls at the bottom of the sea.

Today, I will choose the brightest pearl to show you! On this day, I played computer games on the Internet. I was fascinated when my mother woke up and said to me, "son, my mother is very upset." Why don't you cook for yourself and then clean up the house? " "It's okay! All right! I'll go. " I said impatiently.

But I can't take my eyes off the computer. Gradually, I forgot what my mother told me ... After a long time, I turned around, huh? Where's mom? When I came to the living room, my mother was lying on the sofa, and the mop fell to the ground and was half wet. I seem to understand something. My heart is like a knife. I don't know what I should do or say. I just stood there, looking at my mother's tired face ... a few minutes later, I covered my mother with a quilt.

At that moment, I heard a clear metal collision and my heart jumped with a bang. Sure enough, dad came back. He woke up his mother and asked, "Have you eaten? How to sleep here? " Mother nodded.

Dad turned to me and asked, "Did you help my mother?" I looked down, my face was red, and I was ashamed. My mother took it: "He is very good and helped me do a lot of things!" " "Dad touched my head and smiled.

This surprised me. I never thought my mother would say that. Maybe my mother is afraid of me, and strict father criticizes me? But I really didn't do housework! Should I confess to my father or let my mother hide it? I really don't know what to do ... it really touches me, and I can only feel it with my heart. (3) This little thing inspired me. In our life, some small things have inspired us all our lives.

First of all, let me talk about the enlightenment from a small matter. On one occasion, I got a hundred points in the math exam and got a good evaluation from my teacher. I was complacent and thought I was great, so I proudly showed off everywhere.

Since that math exam, I have become inattentive in class and always absent-minded. When the teacher criticized me, I didn't listen to the teacher's education. I just thought to myself, well, what's the big deal? Anyway, I got a hundred points in the exam, and I'm sure I can take another one next time.

Gradually, my math homework became more and more sloppy, and my mistakes were not corrected. However, the two students who scored 99 points in this exam are not like me, but listen more carefully. They listen carefully in every class, and their homework is clean and not sloppy at all.

Once again, the math exam began. I casually took out a pen from the pencil case and a paper, yawned and stretched myself. I thought the test paper was too simple, and then I began to answer it, looking arrogant. My eyes glanced around again and found that the two students were carefully taking out a pen from the pencil box, then holding the test paper and eagerly starting to write.

I saw that they carefully calculated several times on the draft paper, then carefully wrote on the test paper, then put the ruler on the test paper correctly, drew a straight line, then frowned and thought carefully, and then wrote the answer on the test paper. Seeing this, I thought: don't waste time, you can't surpass me.

In a short time, I finished the test paper. My heart immediately flew to the outside of the cloud nine, thinking: hee hee, the test paper is finished, you can play.

I looked around for a while to see if there was anything interesting, and then I fiddled with my iron ruler. I didn't check, I just sat and played with things.

At this time, I was surprised to find that the two students were holding the pen tightly and checking it over and over again. Sometimes they will count the draft paper several times, sometimes they will stare at the test paper and think, and then they will pick up the pen and revise it.

I thought to myself: well, no matter how good you are, you can't surpass me. When my math scores came out, I plummeted and couldn't even rank in the top five, but both my classmates got 100.

I can't help thinking.