In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone has written compositions. Compositions can be divided into time-limited compositions and non-time-limited compositions according to different writing time limits. What kind of compositions have you seen? Below is a composition about life at home that I compiled for you. You are welcome to read it. I hope you will like it. Days at Home Composition 1
"If you want to become a better version of yourself, you must either travel or read. Either of your body and soul must be on the road." During the nationwide people's joint fight against the pneumonia epidemic, the school called on everyone to "suspend classes without suspending learning, and do not postpone reading." Under the guidance of our class teacher Zang, all the students in Class 1 of Grade 4 read classic works at home to enrich their spiritual world. We read "Gao Shiqi's Popular Science Fairy Tales", "One Hundred Thousand Whys" and "Thatched Cottage" together. Among them, Cao Wenxuan's "Thatched House" made me feel that my childhood was like a sunny thatched house. It made us feel warm and innocent.
We excerpted good words, good sentences, and good paragraphs from the text while reading. After reading through it, we selected the characters we liked and drew portraits of the characters based on their personality traits. Shakespeare said: There will be a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand readers. The six students in our group drew different images of Sangsang. Sangsang, a naughty, lively and helpful child, left an indelible impression on us. After we had a certain understanding of the characters, we made bookmarks and copied Cao Wenxuan's famous quotes to spur our future study and life.
Under the guidance of Teacher Zang, we watched the movie "Thatched Cottage" again. Sangsang tore up the honor that his father had treasured for many years, and his father was so angry that he whipped him with a whip. While beating him, I discovered a large lump on his neck. His father immediately sent him to the county hospital without saying a word, but the hospital could not cure Sang Sang's illness. His father almost collapsed and asked everywhere who could cure Sang Sang's illness. When someone said that an old man could cure all diseases, he took Sang Sang to the old man's house overnight, and the old man gave him a cure. A kind of medicine made him insist on taking it every day, and Sang Sang's disease was indeed cured. The stone in his father's heart finally fell to the ground. His father Sancho's desperate behavior for his son made me see the greatness of father's love.
Teacher Zang led us into the author again. In "The Reader", the author recounts that when he was admitted to Peking University, it was the honor of his father's life. He took out the wood he had saved for many years and built a wooden box for the author, making the author glorious. Going to college...all this makes us feel the greatness of father's love. A father is like a mountain. He supports his children's whole world with his broad shoulders and protects them from wind and rain. Although my father doesn't speak much every day, he cares about me with his practical actions. Before the exam, my father helped me sort out the wrong questions so that I would not make the same mistakes again. My father often takes me to the library to read books and to watch movies in the cinema. During holidays, my father will take me to visit the beautiful mountains and rivers of the motherland, which broadens my horizons and increases my knowledge.
"Reading a good book is like talking to a person of high moral character." During the epidemic period, let us calm down, read more, read good books, and become a thoughtful, capable and tasteful person. I learned from the characters in the book not to run away from any difficulties, but to have the courage to face them and overcome them. Just like in the face of this epidemic, we in China have no vaccine, no good treatment, and lack of hospital beds. Our great motherland has overcome all difficulties and is united. I believe we will defeat the epidemic soon. Life at Home Composition 2
I don’t know when I started to fall in love with cloudy days. Just like today, early spring has begun to take shape, with a few drizzles hanging around, and the desolation of the winter that is about to pass, now and then.
I really hope that time can freeze at this moment, sitting alone on the edge of the balcony, leisurely doing a few questions, blowing the cool wind. At this time, the mountains are more spiritual than before, and the milky white mist is floating in the air due to the light rain. Compared with the vitality under the bright sun, it also seems to be meditating.
It’s March. Looking down from the balcony, this small village seems to be dreaming of ice and snow, sleeping quietly. If we didn't know about the turmoil in the outside world, such a life would be really good. The severe cold of winter has faded away, and mid-spring when hundreds of flowers bloom has not yet arrived. In early spring, she looks like a peaceful girl just waking up from sleep. Her long eyelashes cover her clear eyes, which is really lovely.
On days like this, you can only be satisfied if you calm down. But to be honest, with such a gentle wind, a vast sky, and listening to the peaceful sleep of the small village, I really can’t get restless. Perhaps we should be thankful that the cloak of death has not swept here. Well, how should I put it, today I just want to be simple.
I can’t help but feel a surge of emotion in my heart. Thousands of years ago, when the fast pace of urbanization had not yet eroded people's abundant hearts, their lives were very different. On days like this, after a simple meal, gently fold a plum blossom in the courtyard, or sit alone in front of the window, looking into the distance and thinking about someone quietly, this is life. Unknowingly, this intermittent rain has been falling for thousands of years, and only at this time, in front of it, can the poetry and sincerity buried in our hearts be released without reservation.
Reading is the best practice at the moment.
The sky is so heavy today that my thoughts can travel the farthest. After reading a poem, I can go across thousands of years of time and see an autumn rain in the mountains at sunset. No matter who the poet is or when he wrote it, I just like that deep mountain, that rain, and the inexplicable feeling I felt when I first saw these words. Heartbeat. I like to read biographies. At this time, I have a lot of time to pack up one trip after another. Through words, follow the pace of the person you like. You don’t need to pack your luggage, travel light, and accompany him on the journey of a lifetime. Every time I wake up, I recall the profound scenery, and it feels like everything just happened was in my previous life. Rather than staying at home now, it is better to say that I am experiencing a journey through the reincarnation of time.
Sometimes, when I suddenly hear a crisp bird song from the mountains, or watch the raindrops slide down the melon vines in the courtyard, my heartstrings seem to be stirred by something. I began to weave bizarre stories one after another in a trance, experiencing the joys and sorrows again in the sea of ????spirit, until I realized that it was interesting, I was willing to give up.
Time is really ruthless. Why can one person’s comfortable years be built only on the suffering of countless people? Is this what is called life now? Forget it, if you don’t understand it, forget about it. Today, I just want to be simple.
The rain stopped again. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a flash of green light in the mud on the east side of the courtyard—green that was clearer than the mountains! I felt happy and walked towards the courtyard.