Just two days ago, I forgot to bring my photo to the monitor, and I was at school at noon and didn't go home, so I called my father at home. Because I was in a hurry, I only left one sentence: "The photo is at the bedside. Send it as soon as you find it. " However, when I returned to the classroom after lunch, I saw a sweaty man rushing in outside. I thought it was my father. He came running and said I couldn't find it. My hopeful heart hit the abyss like a big stone.
I turned my head and left, thinking that you couldn't even find the photo. Without saying anything, dad pulled me up, got on the motorcycle and walked home.
When I got home, I found that everything in the bedside table had been emptied. My room is a mess. I was shocked! Dad shook his head helplessly and said, "You said it was at the bedside. Listen, I've looked everywhere. No, you looked for it yourself, or you didn't. Find your own way! " When my father said this, I felt how cruel my father was to me! Even refused to look for photos. But afterwards I realized that I was wrong! I came back to school from home in a rage, not to mention how depressed I was.
But when I came home at night, I was surprised to find a small bag on my desk. Open it, it's all my photos. Looking at my busy father, my tears kept flowing downwards.
The next morning, my father went to work early and left me and my mother at home. My mother told me that after I went back to school, my father searched for a long time at home, didn't even eat lunch, came back from work and looked for a long time, and finally found a photo in a book. After listening to all this, my tears welled up again, and a warm current welled up from my heart ... My father's love was hidden in my heart, and my father was a man who was not good at words, but I felt his love and selfless love from his silent "language".
2. composition topic a little thing happened around me. In ordinary life, there are too many trivial things that make people have a headache, but I am always careless, so there are always stories happening to me. Just two days ago, I forgot to bring my photo to the monitor, and I was at school at noon and didn't go home, so I called my father at home. Because I was in a hurry, I only left one sentence: "The photo is at the bedside. Send it as soon as you find it. "
However, when I returned to the classroom after lunch, I saw a sweaty man rushing in outside. I thought it was my father. He came running and said I couldn't find it. My hopeful heart hit the abyss like a big stone. I turned my head and left, thinking that you couldn't even find the photo. Without saying anything, dad pulled me up, got on the motorcycle and walked home. When I got home, I found that everything in the bedside table had been emptied. My room is a mess. I was shocked! Dad shook his head helplessly and said, "You said it was at the bedside. Listen, I've looked everywhere. No, you looked for it yourself, or you didn't. Find your own way! " When my father said this, I felt how cruel my father was to me! Even refused to look for photos.
But afterwards I realized that I was wrong!
I came back to school from home in a rage, not to mention how depressed I was. But when I came home at night, I was surprised to find a small bag on my desk. Open it, it's all my photos. Looking at my busy father, my tears kept flowing downwards. The next morning, my father went to work early and left me and my mother at home. My mother told me that after I went back to school, my father searched for a long time at home, didn't even eat lunch, came back from work and looked for a long time, and finally found a photo in a book. After listening to all this, my tears poured out again, and a warm current poured out of my heart. ...
Father's love is hidden in my heart. My father is an inarticulate person, but I feel his love and selfless love from his silent "language"!
3. The story of the primary school composition topic "Things around us" happened to me. There are many stories around me. When I think of them in my spare time, some make me think deeply, some make me unforgettable, some make me laugh, and some ... Well, without saying much, I'll share a story with you: it was a hot noon, hot.
As soon as the school bell rang, we flew out of the school gate like birds that had just regained their freedom. My good friend Gao Jing and I are arguing about a math problem with great interest.
Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, stopped and said mysteriously to me, "Alas, Yan, I met an idiot on my way from school yesterday." I quickly asked, "What kind of idiot?" Then she whispered, "I asked him,' Where does your family live?' He replied "No" and I asked him "What's your name?" ? He replied' no' again, and I asked him' what are you doing?' He answered "no" again ... in short, when I asked him anything, he always answered "no". Have you ever seen such a person? ""No."
I answered without thinking, and she asked, "You really haven't seen such a person?" "no!" I answered impatiently again. I just said it, and then I thought, huh? This is not right. If I say "no", does it mean that I am an idiot? At this point, Gao Jing had already laughed my head off. When I'm in a hurry, I say, "No, no, it's not ... I ..." I just want to prove that I put my foot in my mouth in a hurry. Who knows, the more I talk, the more chaotic I am, and I can't die if I jump into the Yellow River, so I have to angrily admit that I am a "fool". After listening to this story, I want to tell you that you should think twice before you act, and beware of being cheated! See, there are all kinds of stories happening around me every day, and I grew up in this happy environment.
4. Ask for a composition topic: 200~300 words about small things around you. Thank you. I am glad to answer for the landlord. To tell the truth, your own is your own, and if it is not your own, it is not your own. Don't be a dishonest person. I remember one Sunday morning, my mother and I went to the market to buy food.
A load of vegetables caught my mother's attention. When we got to the bus, my mother bent down to pick vegetables and I waited for her.
Suddenly, I found that an aunt next to my mother accidentally dropped ten dollars while paying, and she didn't feel anything. At this time, a middle-aged woman found it. She came over, put her feet on the money, squatted down and pretended to tie her shoelaces.
As soon as she picked up the money, she heard a little girl say loudly, "Aunt, you dropped your money." When the aunt who lost the money looked at the ground doubtfully, the little girl pointed to the middle-aged woman and said, "Aunt, you lost your money, and this aunt helped you pick it up."
The middle-aged woman blushed, handed the money she found to her aunt who had lost it, tossed her head and walked away. This short scene made me realize how different the status of this small ten yuan is in the hearts of an adult and a child.
The little girl must know that you can never take anything that doesn't belong to her. This will happen to us, but don't take things that don't belong to you. If you find it, give it to the teacher or the police. Don't be dishonest. Please accept them ~ thank you.
5. On the first day of the 600th day of the composition entitled "Little Things Around Us", "Politeness is safe, rudeness is dangerous" and "Politeness is like water".
These old sayings all illustrate the important role of civilized etiquette in life. In this case, we should put the ceremony first, and put the ceremony first.
Some people may question, what is the function of civilized etiquette? Can't you eat it as a meal? After listening to these words, I can't help but think of one thing: the manager of a large enterprise in Tianjin, one day, he leaned against the window and looked at the lawn in the factory, only to see that many workers turned a blind eye to the roadside "Don't trample on the lawn" in order to cut corners. Looking at those "out" paths, the manager was very unhappy. When he found a woman worker walking slowly on the lawn with a child, he immediately ordered his assistant to call the roll at the factory meeting to give prizes. Imagine that this woman worker never expected anything before, but what she got was definitely meaningful. This just shows that civilized etiquette is the real need of our life and the original color of life.
Civilization has been the traditional virtue of our country since ancient times. You don't need a profound theory, just start from the things around you. Everyone is responsible for himself and others, and the wind of civilization will blow everywhere.
Not long ago, I saw such a scene on Houcheng South Street. A young mother was riding a bicycle in the sunset, and a little girl was eating cookies in the back seat. Suddenly, the car bumped and the little girl's cookies spilled all over the floor. Mother quickly stopped to pick up the broken biscuits together and said softly, "Daughter, let's throw them into the trash can. Our baby will be a green baby, ok? " As the sun sets, their shadows are very slender. I stop and concentrate for a long time. For us middle school students, civility and etiquette are the minimum requirements, and we can do better.
Start with us. * * * I thought, is that flying figure very dangerous? Walk slowly; I didn't think much when I came to the canteen. I wanted to be the first to eat, but I consciously lined up. Pick up the garbage on the campus and bend over to practice; Wear uniform clothes for group activities, take care of the overall situation and respect others; When raising the national flag, stand at attention quietly and let go of your voice when singing the national anthem; Say hello when you see the teacher; Be hospitable at home; Usually civilized language, not swearing; Give your seat to others when you ride.
.. these are just trivial things, but they show the quality of our civilization and make people sit up and take notice of you.
6. Who gave me the title of my composition: It's a small matter for me. There is a little thing in my memory. Although it is very small, it has brought me a great touch.
My good friend Xiaoli and I were playing with dolls in the classroom. At that time, we were having fun. I touched her gently. He pretended to be me and squatted down. I want to go after her. So, I lifted my foot and kicked him, but I accidentally kicked him in the eye. I saw that his lower eye socket was swollen immediately.
She suddenly cried, crying so sadly, as if she had been greatly wronged. I am in a hurry, too. If the teacher knows that I hit my classmate, I will definitely inform my parents, and my parents will definitely beat me up. Thinking of this, I tried to comfort him and said, "Don't cry, it's okay." But she covered her eyes with one hand, and her tears kept flowing.
At this time, I really want to go back in time and go back to just now. As long as I don't kick that unlucky kick, so many things won't happen; I also want to slow down the time. However, time seems to be against me, and it goes faster and faster! Ding, the bell rang. The teacher came into the classroom with a book. Xiaoli was still crying and wiped her tears from time to time. I thought: ouch! Don't cry, don't be found by the teacher! Unexpectedly, Xiaoli saw the teacher and immediately dried her tears. The teacher stood on the platform, looked at the students and found Xiaoli's injury. The teacher asked, "Xiaoli, what happened to your eyes?" My heart suddenly mentioned my throat and thought: it's over! It's over! He's going to say it. However, an unexpected answer came from my ear: "teacher, I accidentally fell, it's okay." Say that finish intentionally blinked twice, said he was fine. The teacher didn't believe it, so he asked, "Did you fight with your classmates?" Xiao Xin shook his head again and again and said, "This is really my own negligence. I will pay more attention next time I play ball. " The teacher didn't ask any more questions, so the class began. My hanging heart finally let go.
After class, I asked Xiaoli why she didn't tell the teacher. He said, "We are good friends. You didn't mean it. Besides, you apologized to me. Why should we be rude? " Besides, if I tell the teacher, you will be criticized. "
It has been a long time, but I can't forget it. It tells me a truth about being a man: be tolerant. Xiao Li, you are my forever friend!
7. Write civilization on the topic of small things around you, and start from small things.
"Polite people are safe, rude people are dangerous", "Polite people are still water". These old sayings all illustrate the important role of civilized etiquette in life. In this case, we should put the ceremony first, and put the ceremony first.
Some people may question, what is the function of civilized etiquette? Can't you eat it as a meal? After listening to these words, I can't help but think of one thing: the manager of a large enterprise in Tianjin, one day, he leaned against the window and looked at the lawn in the factory, only to see that many workers turned a blind eye to the roadside "Don't trample on the lawn" in order to cut corners. Looking at those "out" paths, the manager was very unhappy. When he found a woman worker walking slowly on the lawn with a child, he immediately ordered his assistant to call the roll at the factory meeting to give prizes. Imagine that this woman worker never expected anything before, but what she got was definitely meaningful. This just shows that civilized etiquette is the real need of our life and the original color of life.
Civilization has been the traditional virtue of our country since ancient times. You don't need a profound theory, just start from the things around you. Everyone is responsible for himself and others, and the wind of civilization will blow everywhere.
Not long ago, I saw such a scene on Houcheng South Street. A young mother was riding a bicycle in the sunset, and a little girl was eating cookies in the back seat. Suddenly, the car bumped and the little girl's cookies spilled all over the floor. Mother quickly stopped to pick up the broken biscuits together and said softly, "Daughter, let's throw them into the trash can. Our baby will be a green baby, ok? " As the sun sets, their shadows are very slender. I stop and concentrate for a long time. ..
For us middle school students, civility and etiquette are the minimum requirements, and we can do better. Start with us. * * * I thought, is that flying figure very dangerous? Walk slowly; I didn't think much when I came to the canteen. I wanted to be the first to eat, but I consciously lined up. Pick up the garbage on the campus and bend over to practice; Wear uniform clothes for group activities, take care of the overall situation and respect others; When raising the national flag, stand at attention quietly and let go of your voice when singing the national anthem; Say hello when you see the teacher; Be hospitable at home; Usually civilized language, not swearing; Give your seat to others when you ride. .. these are just trivial things, but they show the quality of our civilization and make people sit up and take notice of you.
8. Write a composition on the topic "Changes around me". When the topic of "change" came into my eyes, suddenly, neat and beautiful communities, wide and flat roads and towering buildings flashed in my mind. The motherland is undergoing earth-shaking changes in recent years, changing all the time. What should I write? At this time, my father came over and saw my embarrassment. He picked up the topic of his composition, thought about it a little, and said to me, "Wen Wen, the World Expo will be held next year ..." Before my father finished, I suddenly began to understand and cried with joy. "Yes, the World Expo is coming, and there are so many changes around us!" The community we live in is changing! Uncle Property and Aunt Neighborhood Committee cleaned the neighborhood clean and hung up the banner of "Know the honor and disgrace, stress civilization and welcome the Expo", calling on residents to take action, start from the small things around them and care for others. You see, the aunt who walks the dog in the community always takes a small shovel and a plastic bag to clean up the dog's shit. The uncle who rides a bicycle also consciously parks the car neatly, which is both beautiful and convenient for us to walk. Walking in the community makes people feel very comfortable ... the Shangnan Road where I go to school every day is also changing! It used to be so congested that there was always traffic jam every day. My mother and I always go out a lot earlier every day, otherwise we will be late. It is still under renovation, but it is much better than before. Listen to mom and it will be repaired soon. There will be eight lanes going back and forth on the south road, and the road will be very smooth then. Our school will change even more. It's getting more and more beautiful. Walking into the campus, you can see the red plastic track, the green lawn and the spacious basketball court. The flower beds next to the building attract people to stop and watch. There are always unbeaten flowers all year round, which beautifies the campus environment. Our classroom is spacious and bright, and the big screen TV and computer serve our study quietly. We sit in a spacious and tidy classroom every day and listen to the teacher telling us about the World Expo, which is very fulfilling.
9. Writing a composition entitled "Touched" for primary school students requires a small thing and a specific thing around me, which changed me with a smile.
It's weird. I don't know when it started. I just like a person: I seldom help others and I don't want to ask for help. Even if you get help from others, you will pay them back like a debt. I am worthy of the world, don't let the world lose me. However, these years have occupied my mind, but in the light of that smile, it suddenly became like dust and disappeared without a trace. ...
It was two days of heavy rain, and the cement bridge over the river that I had to go to school every day was washed away by the river. Only the tall old wooden bridge still stands on both sides of the river. This is a bridge built side by side with only two round and slippery pieces of wood; Usually I walk across the bridge empty-handed.
Facing the bridge, I hesitated. There are still 10 minutes before class begins. I picked up my bike and made a decision I couldn't believe: I rode my bike across the wooden bridge. For the first ten meters, I walked in an arrogant atmosphere and felt nothing. Gradually, the wood under my feet was shaking desperately. The rushing river under the Woods makes me dizzy and my legs are getting softer and softer. It seems difficult to support the weight of my body. I don't know how I got to the middle of the wooden bridge. There is only half the distance left, but I can't walk any further. I thought about moving back a little, but I couldn't even turn around. The sound of running water in my ear makes me almost desperate. I tried to throw my bike into the river several times.
I'm moving forward. You can't return it, and neither can I. Suddenly, the car on my shoulder suddenly lit up and then gradually left my shoulder. It was a big hand that took the bike from me. At that moment, I really couldn't express my gratitude. I turned my head slowly: it was a strange face full of smiles. Time doesn't allow me to look carefully, only that moment makes me feel that smile is so sincere and lovely!
The car and I finally reached the other shore safely, full of gratitude made me look at that smiling face carefully: my dark skin and narrow eyes could not conceal my sincere eyes. Fine wrinkles crawling around the corner of my eyes, chapped lips slightly open. Ah, an unpretentious farmer in his forties.
What an ordinary smile this is! Ordinary can't be ordinary, but I can't forget it. Let me experience the best things between people for the first time, although it is only a faint smile. For many years, that smile has been buried deep in my heart. I learned to use the same smile to help a fallen child, help push a struggling truck, or (lend) an umbrella to my classmate. And every time you help others without asking for anything in return and smile at them sincerely, you will truly realize the true meaning and value of the smile buried in your heart. It's not noble, but it makes you proud. Smile, with beautiful feelings, I really can't find the right words to describe it. Maybe this poem will express its meaning:
Others gave me a smile, and I gave it to more people. This passage is not only the deepening of the theme, but also the echo of the beginning.
"Roses with others leave a stronger fragrance!"