My favorite composition 1 writing is the most perfect in my impression, and I like writing. Although my composition is not so personal, I think writing is my favorite thing in Chinese.
Do you understand why? Because when writing, the world is quiet, people will let you think silently, and you can also express your thoughts without being disturbed by anyone.
I remember once, I was in a bad mood, and when I got home, I was angry alone in my room. I jumped out of bed angrily. Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind-writing. Didn't the teacher say that writing can express my feelings and not make people understand? Yes, writing! As soon as I wrote, I took out the paper and pen from my schoolbag and wrote on the composition paper, venting all my grievances on the paper. Although the paper is broken, I feel much better. It seems that that piece of paper will bring half my anger into the trash can and make me feel much better.
Since then, I have been fascinated by this way, which can reduce noise and vent my feelings. It's killing two birds with one stone! Every time I feel uncomfortable after being criticized by the teacher, I always take out paper and pen and write my thoughts on paper. Every time I fail in the exam, I always write in my diary "I will work hard next time and won't do it again";
Writing can not only help us to vent our pain, but also let us tell our happiness.
The originally disharmonious relationship between my classmates and me has become better now. I will tell it to my diary, which seems to convey happiness; I did well in this exam, and I can speak it out and share my happiness.
All paper is like a person who will listen to your pain and happiness. It won't complain, but writing is the best commander to control the paper, tell the pain and share the happiness.
All your happiness and pain will be told and vented through it. I like writing, and I like to tell it in this way.
Writing, my favorite!
My favorite composition 2: Walking on the flagstone road of youth, we realized the true meaning of life; Walking in the path of youth, we gathered the beautiful shadow of time. We rely on books, like rowing, to wade from one end of success to the other. My life is colorful because of books, because reading is my favorite.
I like reading in the bright morning light. Holding a scroll in my hand and smelling the faint ink, I feel that life has become very fresh. Looking at the sky with a reddish blue, my heart became very calm. Once in a while, reciting warm Tang poems, or fondling beautiful Song poems, makes my thoughts become very Ming Che. Maybe I will read some life notes, or some essays, and my heart will be full of inspiration.
I like reading when the sun is shining at dusk. Holding a fragrant tea in your hand, you also like to turn on a small antique lamp, and there will be an emotional appeal of "Dongli holding wine at dusk with faint fragrant sleeves". Maybe I will enrich my brain and read the same antique Tang poetry and Song poetry. Feel the delicacy of artistic conception.
I like reading in the dense and tall phoenix tree forest. A little sunshine on the book, a breeze blowing, I will feel inexplicably sad. A person looks at the Garden of Eden, but he won't feel lonely and lonely, because he is accompanied by books. Interpreting the thick history of Qin brick and Han tile will cast a layer of dust in my heart; The study of Tang poetry and Song poetry literature is magnificent, and my thoughts will sow a few seeds of happiness; Reading the beautiful natural scenery will leave some pure caresses in my mind. In this sad and beautiful phoenix tree forest, like countless scholars who are determined to win, I use books to retain my historical expectations.
Many times, I will hide my thoughts and cultivate my fragrant spiritual peach blossom garden. A delicate heart is the easiest to satisfy. I cherish and enjoy the essence of life. I no longer study because "the book has its own Yan Ruyu, and the book has its own golden house", because I have been integrated with the book, and I cherish and enjoy the happiness of walking with the book. May eternal books accompany me, because it feels good to have books.
Reading is my favorite.
My favorite composition 3: The dark night sky is full of stars and a crescent moon is bright. What a beautiful night! I like this night, not only because of the purity of black and white, but also because the night contains a lot. The noise of the day becomes a memory of the past, and the tranquility of the night opens the door. ...
Just 17 years old, after this winter vacation, I can directly see the senior high school entrance examination that makes me feel mixed! For me now, the night is not as dark as before. My connection with the night is getting deeper and deeper, but the difference is that the night can no longer hear my complaints. As long as I am at home, I will stand in the yard for a while and look up before going to bed every night. If I see the stars and the bright moon in the sky, my mood will be very happy. I can't bear to go to bed, just don't want to miss it, and I don't want to be alone at night. So, drawing some books from the bookshelf, preparing paper and pens, reading, writing and writing are all beautiful. Occasionally, a poem will flow from my heart, and the manuscript paper will be soaked with greetings from the night. I always recall the past at night, and I can wash my soul at night, ah! How perfect this time is. It seems that this time belongs only to me.
Because-night is my favorite.
I remember I started to love the night when I was 14 years old. It was an era of dreams. I had just entered junior high school at that time. Because I am boarding in the city, the tall buildings are brightly lit at night, and I can hardly see the beautiful scenery of the stars chasing the moon! So at that time, the night I loved was just the peace in bed. In retrospect, I was really fragile at that time. I was not sad at that time except at night. Actually, I can't tell you why. Only at night can I hide. Whenever I think that I have lost a lot of things because of my willfulness, I want to reach out and grab it. I still haven't changed my willfulness and selfishness. I am only moved to tears. Perhaps, there is always some pain that will stay at the bottom of life, with deep and shallow traces. When thoughts pass by, there will be no pain, only a kind of numbness.
My favorite composition 4 My favorite colorful spring is my favorite. Passionate summer is my favorite. Fruitful autumn is my favorite. White winter is my favorite. Ah! You-the magical nature. No matter when, in my eyes, you have unique charm and endless charm. Look ~ the green curtain slowly opens. Miss Chun, dressed in colorful neon dresses, walked on the stage with light steps. She threw her long sleeves into the air smartly, the trees were lush and dancing, and everything on the earth showed great vitality. Then, the sky began to drop petals, and the tender green grass was immediately dotted with countless beautiful stars. Under the breeze, the flowers and trees are swaying, which is more beautiful and moving. When Miss Chun quietly walked off the stage from the petal rain, the green curtain turned dark green in a blink of an eye. The strong Xia Ge stepped onto the stage, and his eyes radiated fiery light. Wherever he gazes affectionately, there will be dazzling light. Love tree. It turned into a huge sun hat, so the cicada sang a hot summer song among the trees. The golden breeze is refreshing, the osmanthus fragrance is fragrant, and the dark green curtains gradually turn yellow. Autumn is like a blonde who thinks she is cute. Red apples, orange persimmons, golden oranges, crystal grapes ... these are the sweet fruits she gave us. She walked slowly, ignoring a kind of wild gold with meticulous brushwork. Miss Qiu's footsteps seem to be in a hurry, and the maple leaves that sent her away are still dancing. Grandpa with a white beard, wearing a white trench coat, came in a hurry. He is like a magician. With a little finger, the river stops at once. The windbreaker shook gently, and the mountains and rivers were wrapped in silver. Nature, a magical magician, day after day, year after year, spring, summer, autumn and winter cycle on the stage of their respective seasons, performing their own stunts ... four seasons! No matter what color you change, your beautiful and magical picture is my favorite ~!
My favorite composition 5: You are a bright light in my life, but the faint light warms my heart. ...
Time and space travel back to the past, seeing me naughty and willful, and seeing you vicissitudes. ...
Do you remember? This is my way to the kindergarten. I have forgotten, but you should remember. This road that we have walked together for several years hand in hand. At first, I hated kindergarten, and the unfamiliar environment was like a maw to swallow me a little. You have put a lot of thought into this. You walk around the road every day, sometimes it takes ten minutes to get there. I seemed curious about things, so I stopped making trouble.
Later, I fell in love with kindergarten and amiable teachers and friends. As soon as I arrived at the gate, I couldn't wait to "break free" from your hand and jump into the arms of the teacher on duty at the door. But you stood there smiling bitterly until I entered the class and slowly left.
That time, I'm sorry! -You told me to be careful when going up the stairs. I don't think you nagged and said, "Grandpa, grandpa, an outsider." I saw you turn to the back of the living room, and I suddenly woke up. I think of everything before, and I regret it. I cried alone in the corner. You think I don't need you at first, and you're leaving. In the end, my mother had a hard time staying to keep you. You begged mom for me.
That time, I found you so tall and thin, like a big umbrella in a storm. You protect me, but you always hurt yourself.
Recently, you said you would come to Shanghai. Do you know how happy I am? I won't let myself see your back hurt by me again!
Years draw pictures on your face, pulling my body high but still cutting my love for you.
Before, I didn't understand, but now I understand-
Grandpa, you are my favorite!
My favorite composition 6 In my memory, a bowl of shredded pork noodles with sauerkraut made by my mother is my favorite noodle. It is delicious, loves to eat and has the taste of home.
When I was a child, my mother often made me shredded noodles with sauerkraut. Even if I eat them every day, I will not feel tired. Noodles are all pulled by my mother from Lamian Noodles, because noodles taste better. Soup is also made by my mother, which is both spicy and not spicy, but I still like spicy food, which is more refreshing and delicious, but I just don't like spicy food since I was a child. After junior high school, I can't go home for a week, and I can't eat this bowl of noodles I miss for a week. At school, I occasionally told my classmates how delicious my mother's cooking was and how delicious my mother's noodles were. Every time, they will swallow the food in their mouths.
Every time I come home from school, I always come to the kitchen to watch my mother cook noodles. My mother kneaded the flour into a ball first and then pulled it into noodles. Because I like to eat wider noodles, my mother always makes them wider. After pulling, I put it in boiling water for a while and then take it out, and the noodles are ready. Then my mother cut sauerkraut and shredded pork with her skillful technique, and the sound of the knife cutting on the knife board was the same. My mother's skills are as good as ever. After the vegetables are cut, it's time to fry them. My mother heated the oil first, then put sauerkraut and shredded pork into it for frying, and finally added homemade Tonga. After cooking, just put the cooked noodles in. Looking at my mother's busy figure, I can't help but feel a sense of worship. When the noodles are cooked, my mother will bring them to me as soon as possible, and I will devour them. The taste is still so familiar. The word "delicious" has always been in my nose, and delicious food is in my mouth.
Mom's shredded pork noodles with sauerkraut is my favorite, and it is precisely because mom is also my favorite.
My favorite composition 7 Everyone has his own hobbies. For example, sports, fitness, music, computers, calligraphy, painting and so on. However, my hobby may be the same as everyone else. As far as I am concerned, I like collecting books and reading books. I really can't put it down.
Speaking of which, many people will laugh. As a pupil, how can you hold a book every day? Actually, I can't say why. Books seem to have a strong attraction to me. Books are magnets and I am iron. I am naturally attracted to each other. If there is a book in front of me, I can't control it myself. I have to turn it over, or I'll be thinking about looking for that book all day. If I take a good book, I can stay there for hours without moving. There seems to be a fate between me and books. My reading speed is very fast. Exaggerated, it is a quick read. The books you just bought are often finished quickly.
Dad, mom and myself, of course, will continue to buy new books. Every night before going to bed, after getting up early, it is customary to read for a while.
However, I don't read everything. For example, I don't like reading books full of pictures and few words. I think that kind of book is boring, a waste of time and retarded. I like reading novels, but also with some mythical colors, it is best to have some illustrations every few pages; I prefer to read fairy tales and those science fiction works that look forward to the future. They can fill my imagination. Occasionally, I will read some books such as composition guidance.
Look, dad bought another new book!
My favorite composition 8 How can I relieve my troubles on a hot summer day? Only ice powder.
I used to go to Sichuan restaurant for dinner, and I saw a dish on the menu called Laochengdu Ice Powder. Hey, is this a dish? Order one first and have fun.
Here comes the food! Wow, the ice powder is crystal clear and smooth, and there are many kinds of ingredients such as hawthorn, apple, pear and pitaya, which are poured with ancient brown sugar ingredients. Dig a spoonful and send it to the mouth. Brown sugar just supplements the q bomb of ice powder, and the ingredients make the taste richer. The ancients said: how to solve the worries? Only Du Kang. I said: how can I relieve my troubles? Only ice powder!
I fell in love with that taste since I ate iced powder last time. I couldn't sleep all night and didn't even think about tea and rice. So I found the raw materials for making ice powder from a black market businessman "a treasure", and I just had brown sugar and fruit at home, so I made a bowl of "Ming-style ice powder!"
I'll ask "Du Niang". The method is too simple. Add water to the powder and stir it until it is almost solidified. Then put it in the refrigerator and wait quietly ... Ding! It's time to take out the "treasure" and find that it has become "jelly", not jelly. The next step is to prepare brown sugar water and prepare ingredients. Add a large piece of brown sugar to boiling water, boil it into brown sugar water, let it cool, and pour in ice powder. Cut the fruit into small pieces and put them in ice powder together. Looking at the ice powder in front of me, I just want to say "perfect!"
I can finally taste it. Ah, it's refreshing. Why didn't I find it so delicious before? It's a little nerve-racking. Take a sip of ice powder, it's really delicious!
In this hot summer, ice powder has become my favorite!
My favorite composition is cloudy for 9 days, the sky is not blue, only large dark clouds are used; Keep the sun from penetrating the blue sky.
"Today is really suitable for sleeping!" I can't help mumbling. I thought to myself, it's really true that my mother went out shopping on a cloudy day. Wandering aimlessly in the underground shopping mall of xx. Very boring. I came to the place where the Rubik's Cube was sold and wanted to buy a Rubik's Cube to go home. There are already more than ten Rubik's cubes in my house. Because my favorite is the Rubik's Cube.
I bought two diamonds when I came, the latest Rubik's cube. When I get home, I will play with it. But because I forgot the trajectory of the movement. Let my original handsome Rubik's Cube become a "five flowers and six whistles". This undoubtedly annoys me. I beat my chest. I helplessly looked at this Rubik's cube, and my heart was not a taste. Really, I can't remember this. I scold myself.
"What are you doing?" Mother came to my room and asked. I gave her the Rubik's Cube and kept silent. "What's the matter? I can't get it back? " I nodded my head gently. Mom looked at me, looked at the Rubik's cube. "Don't lose heart, this little thing will lose heart, but I won't! Let's find a way together, and three heads are better than one! " Mom smiled and said to me. After listening to my mother's words, I can't help but cheer up; This made me feel much better at once. I think my mother is right. Despite all the difficulties, I can't lose heart and move on.
So, my mother and I started to act. I told my mother what I thought, and her mother told me to speak first. That's it; The Rubik's cube gradually changed back to its original appearance.
An afternoon passed, but I didn't feel tired at all. And I benefited a lot, this time not only made me love Rubik's Cube more. This puzzle game. The most important thing is that I have learned a very important life lesson: that is, to advance despite difficulties, not to retreat despite difficulties, but to persist as Bacon said: "Persistence is the foundation of success, and to advance despite difficulties is half the battle."
It's already dark, from white to black, but there are no dark clouds and no stars. I closed the curtain and ignored it.
My favorite composition 10 Everyone in my family likes drinking tea without exception.
Coffee is light and often transparent, and there are always floating objects or floating objects in the cup. From top to bottom, it looks like a light and elegant world. Tea is also like a girl wearing gauze in ancient times, gentle and charming.
The taste of tea is always home.
Jiajia, give me the honeysuckle. Mom started making tea again. I can get the right bottle without looking: I'm used to it. Mother washed her hands, picked up a pinch of honeysuckle, a little jasmine and some medlar, and put them in the pot. Soak for a while, then open, then put, then soak. Dad said that only a little bit of soaking can make good tea.
At this time, laughter from home came from time to time. Tonight, it's New Year's Eve.
A milky mist came out of the pot, and in a short time, a just right sweetness got into the nose: tea was attractive turquoise, with a few branches and leaves floating on it, and the sweetness was like the blue bricks and green tiles in my hometown, passing the footprints and falling into my heart.
The whole family sat around the round table with tea in front of them. Whether young or old, they all have a happy and satisfied smile on their faces. Their reflections are reflected in the water, like flowers floating on tea, swaying and flowing. Grandpa took a sip and reached out in admiration: this tea is good! All right!
Looking at the tea hovering in the water and dancing wildly, my heart was ethereal and pure in an instant, shining like a few distant stars in the sky, arousing the waves of Tianhe in my heart.
I would like to sip green tea, turn a page, hold a green umbrella, stand in the world of mortals and smile at the travelers who come home. May the fragrance of tea in this heart overflow the world; The warmth of this laughter spread all over the world of mortals.
Tea, my favorite.
My favorite composition 1 1 As an innocent and lively boy, I have a wide range of hobbies! Recently, I have another hobby, that is, riding a bike.
Now, I would like to introduce my "little friend" to you: from the front, it looks like an eagle flying in the sky with open wings; From the side, it looks like a cheetah flying in the desert, which is simply three words: awesome!
So, do you know why I like riding a bike recently? The reason is very simple: one night, I went to my classmate's house to play, only to see him in high spirits, leading me downstairs with flying steps and saying that he would show me a good thing. ...
Let me see, wow! Suddenly my eyes lit up and I saw a magnificent bike. After he got on it, he was very handsome and made me envy him. So, when I got home, I asked my father to buy me a bike, too. When riding for the first time, I always fell down because I didn't master the essentials of action, which made the children laugh. But instead of being discouraged, I am getting more and more depressed! With the encouragement and guidance of my mother, I practiced hard and gradually mastered the essentials of cycling. Many things happen, and I ride better and better. In the end, even the children who laughed at me couldn't compete with me. I smiled with relief, because it was the result of my efforts. From then on, I fell in love with cycling. ...
Every time I ride on my "little buddy", a slight autumn wind blows my cheeks, and fragrant flowers and tall green trees on both sides of the road appear in front of me like flowing pictures, giving people a very relaxed feeling. This feeling is really great!
Riding a bike brings me a lot of happiness. I must practice my skills more in the future and try to go to school by bike as soon as possible, because it is more environmentally friendly and healthier!
My favorite composition 12 I like many sports activities, such as playing table tennis, badminton and football. But among them, I like cycling best. Although it is my favorite, it is "bumpy all the way" to learn.
One day this winter vacation, my brother came to my house to play by bike. Looking at his handsome appearance, I was envious and cried out for my father to teach me. Come and help me.
This is my first time riding a bike. I'm nervous and excited. I sat on the stool and stepped on the gas pedal, and started my "bumpy road".
I learned it from my brother's appearance at first, but soon I fell to the ground with my car. Then my aunt came to help me. I rode, and my aunt pulled my clothes. Gradually, gradually, I can let go of my aunt's help and ride for a while Just as I was celebrating, I forgot to take the faucet, and the front of the car crashed into the soil, but my sister next to me laughed.
Finally, with the help of my father, I got on it. My brother always rides around me, so I keep shouting "Don't ride around me, be careful!" " "Finally, when we were in ninth circle, there was a car accident. I was walking upright, and my brother overtook me from my rear. I couldn't stop and ran into it.
Now my riding skills are like running water. Riding makes me feel happy and free, and the most important thing is to exercise.
My favorite composition 13 fried rice, golden and granular rice soaked in vegetable oil, lingering the aroma of crispy rice and the special taste of chicken essence. Tut tut, the thought of drooling, is really my favorite. Do you know why I like eating? Because it contains my favorite seasoning, chicken essence.
How much do you like it? Then there is only one sentence to describe it: this material is only available in the sky, and there are no lanterns on the ground.
I like fried rice with oil, but I have to start from that time. One day, I was so hungry that my grandmother cooked fried rice with oil, which took me less time. After the vegetable oil was boiled, there was only a bang, and the white rice was scooped into the boiling vegetable oil. Suddenly, my grandmother put down the spatula and went to the toilet. Haha, it's a godsend. I, a bystander, became the protagonist in the kitchen. Haha, I can shine. I will learn from my grandmother and cook well. I think I can add my favorite seasoning. The box next to the stove that said chicken essence caught my attention. Rice with chicken essence should be delicious. I carefully and quickly opened the box containing chicken essence, grabbed a handful of chicken essence and put it in fried rice, rummaging it several times. At this moment, I heard the sound of flushing the toilet. Oh, no, grandma's here. I ran back to my room and watched the kitchen from time to time. Fortunately, everything went as usual, but grandma didn't. Grandma took a spatula and fried a few shovels in the pot, and then gave me a bowl of rice. I first took a small spoon from the bowl, put it in my mouth and tasted it carefully. Mmm, it's really delicious. Because of chicken essence, I ate seven bowls of rice for the first time. Even my grandmother was scared and said, Pengcheng, why are you so hungry? Didn't you eat enough at noon?
Of course, I usually only eat one or two bowls, but I ate so much. This is really called Guinness in my world!
My favorite composition 14 I like the spring when everything recovers, the summer when everything is full of vitality, and the winter when everything is covered with silver, but nothing I like more than the fruitful autumn.
Defoliation map of distant mountains
In autumn, everything in front of me has changed. The distant mountain felt the breath of autumn and immediately changed into clothes, as if wearing golden armor. A breeze blew, and the leaves on the tree sneaked out of the house like elves, dancing in the air, beautiful and charming. I like autumn and its beautiful scenery!
Harvest figure farmstead
"bumper harvest is said in the fragrance of rice flowers." Yes, autumn is a harvest season. At this moment, the farmer's uncle's hard work was all replaced by the joy of harvest. In the field, Huang Chengcheng's corn is ripe, and every corn cob has a moustache on its round body, much like Chaplin in the movie, which is very funny and lovely, which makes Gao Liang's sister bend over with laughter. Fat peanut boy also joined in the fun. In the orchard, apple trees, pear trees and persimmon trees are full of huge fruits, like small lanterns hanging on trees, red like fire, green like ping and yellow like gold. Tourists from all over the world also gather in the orchard at this time, tasting sweet and delicious fruits and enjoying the beautiful scenery. They are drunk! I love autumn and the joy of its harvest!
Flower bed odor map
In the garden, a gentle and cool breeze blows over your face, with a faint fragrance in the wind. Follow the fragrance into the flower bed. Look, it's those chrysanthemums! They smiled and nodded frequently, dressed in colorful clothes, and greeted guests from all directions like a rainbow. I love autumn and its elegant fragrance!
Autumn is like an ink painting, which contains the beauty of distant mountains when leaves fall, the joy of harvest of farmers' uncles in autumn, and the elegance of flowers when the breeze blows. Ah! Autumn is a beautiful and charming season, a harvest season and a refreshing season. I love autumn!
My favorite composition 15 On the fantastic stage, under the colorful fluorescent lights, a lively and lovely little girl danced selflessly, and her beautiful dance attracted the attention of countless audiences. That's me, a little girl who loves dancing and is eager to dance.
Dance not only enriched my after-school life, but also cultivated my sentiment. This is my dream, fantasy and hope. I have been learning dance since I was three years old. In recent years, I have tasted all the ups and downs. Although it is difficult to practice, the thought that this is the light in my heart turns pain into fighting spirit, which makes me go up a storey still higher.
As the saying goes: one minute on stage, ten years off stage. China pays the most attention to basic skills, such as bending, splitting and kicking. Don't look at such a simple action, but it's really not easy to do! I remember when I first started school, I was the youngest student in my class, and my understanding and memory were not as good as others. Basic skills were my weakness. I have a headache when I hold my hind legs. No matter what you do, you can't do it well, either you can't hold your feet or you can't stretch straight after you hold your feet firmly. I am jealous to see that other sisters have learned, but the more anxious I am, the worse I feel, and I often fall to the ground. After several visits, the teacher had to let me go home to practice. When I got home, I asked my parents to practice according to the method taught by the teacher. I hugged my mother's waist, grabbed it, pulled my head, legs and head together. Waves of intense pain, my tears swish straight down. I don't want to practice, it hurts! I sat on the ground and cried. At this time, my mother said: dancing is to exercise people's perseverance. If you flinch when you encounter difficulties, how can you realize your dreams? With my mother's encouragement, I keep practicing every day. Finally, I learned to hold out my chest, and I conquered some other basic skills one by one.
Learning to dance in recent years is a touching movement intertwined with sweat and tears. Every time I stand on the stage and listen to the applause, all the bitterness and tears are worth it. I learned not only dance, but also hard work and perseverance, which will benefit me for life!
Dance, my hope, my favorite!