The sweetness of books is the first bud when it is warm and cold in early spring, the withering of the last rose in hot summer, the brewing of the last drop of honey in late autumn dusk, and the fragrance of the first wintersweet in thousands of miles of ice. The sweetness of the book is the tenderness and lingering in the gurgling ditch, the leisure in the trickling stream, the heroic Tao Jin surging in the rivers, and the grandeur and splendor in the Wang Yang.
The sweetness of the book contains the simplicity of the mountains and forests, the tranquility of the lakes and mountains, the warmth of the rising sun, and hundreds of millions of hearts longing for freedom. The sweetness of books is the medicine of rejuvenation, the life of kissing the sea and the sky, the essence of all things' aura and the spirit of crossing the country.
The sweetness of books is tolerance, forgiveness, the beauty of enjoying oneself, the beauty of jumping and flying, the heroism of "serving the country and benefiting the people, being a chivalrous man" and the ambition of "drinking wine late, being the first every other day". The sweetness of the book makes us taste the ups and downs of the world, and makes us learn rebellion, commitment, patience, friendliness, struggle, frankness and being a man ... Nothing is sweeter than a book.
The sweetness in life, the sweetness in life, there must be a lot of flavors in life. There are ups and downs.
In my life, sweetness is the majority. For example, once, I was eating while watching TV. I watched, and when the program came to * * *, I let out a cry of excitement. I waved my hand and all I heard was a bang. The bowl was smashed to the ground and fragments flew everywhere. I quickly squatted down and picked it up.
I only picked a few pieces, and the pieces cut my hand. I cried in pain. Hearing this, my mother quickly came over and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?" I sobbed and said, "I accidentally broke the bowl while watching TV just now."
As I spoke, I showed my mother my cut finger. My mother looked at me in tears and ran to get the mercurochrome.
Although my mother has been very careful when drawing pictures for me, I still want to cry from time to time. My mother frowned and looked at me anxiously, and said meaningfully, "Son, you just cut a path and cried there. What should I do if I go out to play in the future and accidentally fall down and have bigger cuts on my hands and feet? Didn't you just sit there and never come back? " So learn to be strong. "
After listening to my mother's words, I dried my tears and told my mother to continue to give me medicine. I endured more pain, and my mother smiled happily. I thought my mother would scold me for accidentally breaking the bowl, but I didn't expect my mother to say anything about breaking the bowl and give me medicine gently, as if my tears had turned sweet.
Motherly love is a cool wind, an umbrella to cover the rain, a dripping tear, a sweet kiss, and a force to encourage me to advance in life, which makes me warm, happy and comforted, so my life is mostly sweet. What about you? .
2. Write a composition of about 600 words with the sweetness of life. In the life is sweet of life, there are bound to be many flavors.
There are ups and downs. In my life, sweetness is the majority.
For example, once, I was eating while watching TV. I watched, and when the program came to * * *, I let out a cry of excitement. I waved my hand and all I heard was a bang. The bowl was smashed to the ground and fragments flew everywhere. I quickly squatted down and picked it up. I only picked a few pieces, and the pieces cut my hand. I cried in pain.
Hearing this, my mother quickly came over and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?" I sobbed and said, "I accidentally broke the bowl while watching TV just now." As I spoke, I showed my mother my cut finger.
My mother looked at me in tears and ran to get the mercurochrome. Although my mother has been very careful when drawing pictures for me, I still want to cry from time to time.
My mother frowned and looked at me anxiously, and said meaningfully, "Son, you just cut a path and cried there. What should I do if I go out to play in the future and accidentally fall down and have bigger cuts on my hands and feet? Didn't you just sit there and never come back? " So learn to be strong. "Listen to my mother, I dry my tears, let my mother continue to give me medicine. I endured more pain, and my mother smiled happily.
I thought my mother would scold me for accidentally breaking the bowl, but I didn't expect my mother to say anything about breaking the bowl and give me medicine gently, as if my tears had turned sweet. Motherly love is a cool wind, an umbrella to cover the rain, a dripping tear, a sweet kiss, and a force to encourage me to advance in life, which makes me warm, happy and comforted, so my life is mostly sweet.
What about you? .
3. The main points of 600 essays on the topic of sweetness:
1. Describe the objective facts and express the taste of "sweetness"
2. Add more details.
Fan Wen: Sweet feeling
There are many sweet things in the world, lollipops, chocolates and butterscotch always leave endless aftertaste, but the sweetest thing in the world is not all kinds of sweets, but the feeling and joy that ripples in my heart after my continuous efforts. Last year's Children's Day, let me know what is really sweet.
Just after Children's Day, my mother gave me a bike. Seeing this bike, I can't wait to ride it. Without saying anything, I pushed my bike and ran to the playground. My mother followed closely. I got on the bike and my mother helped me behind. The bicycle walked briskly one step at a time.
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It turns out that riding a bike is so simple! There is a trace of smug sweetness in my heart. Just as I was thinking happily, the car stopped and I fell down. When I looked back, it was my mother who let go. I was angry and blamed my mother, but my mother smiled and said to me, "Can you learn if I don't let go?" I nodded in shame. The road to success is never so simple and sweet.
I got on the bike again, once, twice, three times, four times ... Every time I got on it, I fell down quickly. I was so angry that my hands and legs were cut by sand. With a pain of "Yo", I couldn't help but "quit": "Damn bike, don't learn." He kicked the tire again, as if it could make it hurt.
My mother looked at all this and said to me, "Don't lose heart, hold the handle with both hands, look straight ahead, step on the pedal with both feet, relax naturally and practice more. You can do it!" "When I heard my mother's words, I suddenly felt full of strength, and I made up my mind. I slammed my foot on the pedal of my bike. Like a drunk, my bike stumbled a few meters away and fell down again. Once, twice, three times ... finally, the bike finally perked up and I shouted, "I succeeded!" "".The sweetness of hard work makes people sweeter.
I can't help thinking that the sweetest result is to work hard to succeed!
4. It is sweet to write 500 words around the central meaning, sometimes it is a taste, sometimes it is an emotion. Life has five flavors, sweet and sour, bitter and salty. The most experienced thing in life is bitterness and sweetness. As the old saying goes, you can only be a master if you have suffered. Only when you don't lose heart and don't give up in difficulties will you have talents and wisdom beyond ordinary people, and people will have amazing achievements. Only after experiencing hardships can you appreciate the value of success.
Candy, fruit and chocolate all have sweetness. But for emotion, I thought of that. September 20 18, when I stood on the podium, the sweetness of that moment could not be expressed in words. I remember that I was in poor health before learning to swim. I often caught a cold and had a fever when I first started training, but I still insisted on training. Although I can't go into the water, I still maintain my physical fitness and training level through land training. Although I am very bitter and tired, I am still trying. Slowly, my body is getting stronger and stronger, and my grades are improving bit by bit. Finally defeated the opponent in the competition and stood on the platform of the champion. Think about the persistence and hard work at that time, in exchange for the sweetness of final success.
Facts have taught me not to imagine that life is only sweet and not bitter. Bitterness-can make people awake and reflect. Sweet-can inspire and inspire people. Suffering first, enjoying later, life will be full of taste and hope. When I think of sweetness, the picture of standing on the podium of the champion will come to mind. This "sweetness" has always surrounded me, always guarded me and accompanied me.
5. Composition with the topic of "sweetness" A: The composition with the topic of sweetness is sweet and a taste; But sweetness has another meaning, and that is happiness.
Once, on my way to school, I saw an old man fall down. So, I said, "Grandpa, let me help you up."
I helped him up. It turned out that the water on the side of the road made him slip.
He said softly, "Thank you ... thank you, son. Thanks to you, otherwise I'm afraid I can't get up." Seeing him limping, I took his hand and said, "Grandpa, let me take you home."
Grandpa said, "No, thanks. I ... I'll just go home myself. " I quickly said, "You are too old to walk. I'm on my way. You just fell. "
Grandpa thanked him immediately. I helped him and arrived at his house a few minutes later. Arriving at the door, he said, "Thank you! Thanks to you today. "
He also gave me a bag of 636f707932313133532363134313032313635365438, saying, "No, grandpa. "
I said. But he still put it in my hand.
When I got home, my mother asked me, "Where did you get the chocolate? I told you what happened. My mother praised me and said, "You eat, this is your reward. "
Eating sweet and delicious chocolate, I feel sweet not only in the actual taste, but also in my heart. This is my grandfather's gratitude to me after I sent him home. It is a spiritual gain, that is, the pleasure of helping others.
On that day, I had a sense of pride and happiness in my heart. It is really "the gift of roses, the fragrance in your hand"! .
6. Composition with the title of "Sweetness" Whenever I see a small orchid, I will think of the faint smile when I was a child.
I seem to see the yellow hand and face again, but her kind face is always that kind of smile, and her eyes are always looking at the sky, as if looking at someone. When I was a child, I was very naughty and loved to play.
I always climb mountains with my friends and leave my little feet in every house, but we won't go to a place. It's a lonely house. Although every family built a new house at that time, the house remained unchanged.
Dad told us not to go there and lied to us that there lived an old witch who ate children. So all along, no one has set foot there.
But there are many small orchids planted there, which are very beautiful in spring. I didn't know this until later.
That spring, we Taogui played hide and seek. When it's my turn to hide, there is nowhere to hide. I happened to see a small hole, so I got in. As soon as I stood up, I was fascinated by what I saw: an ocean of flowers, which complemented the spring breeze.
At this time, I hacked to death another old woman with a machete. She is too thin, too thin. But she looked at the sky with a smile on her face.
I am hesitant to go out, thinking that she may be an "old witch". But the "old witch" found me and said kindly, "Son, why are you here? Stay with me, this old woman. No one has spoken to me since the old man died ... she has become a mumbler.
I couldn't help walking over, and she smiled happily at me. I said to the old woman, "Grandma, did you raise these flowers?" How beautiful! ""yes. "
She stroked the little orchids as if they were grandchildren. I used the method of "dealing with" grandma to help her back down.
Grandma always said I was really good. After listening to this, I told a few more jokes. But grandma just looked at the sky with those vicissitudes of life eyes and her face was kind.
Although I didn't understand it at that time, I guess grandma should be looking at people in the sky. I don't know what happened at that time. I said, "Grandma, shall I be your granddaughter?" "Well, thank you, son. I haven't been so happy for a long time. "
Grandma, I will come to your place often in the future. I happily put my arm around my grandmother's neck, but she remained silent and smiled ... since then, I often went to see her. Every time I see her, I always see her looking at the sky alone with a happy smile on her face.
I always give her a surprise inadvertently. And the little orchid in the yard became my good partner.
Whenever my parents ask me where I am going, I will smile mysteriously: "Secret!" "Yes, this is a secret between my grandmother and me. Now, grandma has passed away, but the little orchid in the yard is still so bright and fragrant, just like grandma's smile, sweet and faint ... just like the source of happiness, I inadvertently showed that smile.
Outside the sweet window, the wind is blowing, blowing away the thick clouds in the sky. The bright moonlight and the lanterns in the street reflect each other. This Lantern Festival night is dull and sweet ... Today is a rare holiday. No matter how lovely the white clouds are and how lively the sunshine is, I can't move my feet. I lay on the sofa and rested lazily-"Let's spend the Lantern Festival as usual." I thought. "Is anyone home?" The hoarse and powerful voice forced me to move my body and open the door. That is my mother-in-law's voice. I know, but I don't know why she came suddenly. When I opened the door, my mother-in-law was still the same: her neat hair was black and white, her eyes were a little thin and sunken, but she was still bright and smiling. Her tall figure is a little rickety, and she has been wearing a light coat, black trousers and a pair of black cloth shoes. She said she was free today, so she came to see us. He also asked me, "Today is the Lantern Festival. Do you want to eat dumplings? " I think this is the meaning of the festival, so I said, "Yes ..." "Well, I'll get it for you, and you can eat it when you come back from studying at night." As she spoke, she went to the kitchen to find suitable materials. I didn't think it was necessary to come by myself, so I said, "Grandma, sit down when you come. It's troublesome to do it yourself. Just go to the mall to buy it in the future, and the taste is different. " I realized that I had said something wrong, and the joy on my mother-in-law's face instantly turned into loss. But the loss was swept away, and then she smiled proudly and said to me, "How can I make myself delicious when I go out to buy?" Don't worry, I'll take care of it! "I had to let her go without saying anything. Before studying at night, I watched her busy packing jiaozi-pearl-like jiaozi appeared in her vicissitudes, and the smile on her face was always there. When I came home from studying at night, I couldn't find my mother-in-law, only my mother cried out for jiaozi's voice. She went home. I watched the warm little Pearl safely soak in the milk. I scooped up one and put it in my mouth to eat. It's soft, but not sweet enough, but I enjoyed it-my mother-in-law doesn't like to eat anything too sweet, and she hasn't changed ... Original address:
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The 8.600-word "sweet" book is a ladder of human progress and a shortcut to the other side of success. Books are my friends, the sea of knowledge and the temple of wisdom, and I can't live without books. Books can be said to be spiritual food for people. People who love reading are always hungry for books and seem to want to learn all the knowledge in their minds. Knowledge is everything. If you want to acquire more knowledge, you must read more books. Knowledge is like a key, which opens your mind and your brain: a book is a key, which can open the door of knowledge and make the colorful fantasies in your mind come true. Books are universal ships, and there is no need to pay tolls. The poorest people on this ship can take them. This book can take people to distant places and the future of knowledge, enrich people's thoughts and build the motherland better. A book may be a teacher who can't speak, or it may be a good teacher with profound knowledge. At the age of seven, I deeply felt that "books are sweet". That night, I went for a walk with my parents. Mom said; "Look, how beautiful the stars are tonight! Let's count the stars. Whoever can count the stars in the sky will win. " I am very happy, thinking: I can't count them one by one, I have to find a way. I thought about it from time to time, but I didn't come up with any good ideas. I'm a little anxious. I don't know who said that. The book reminds me of the book "100,000 Why". I quickly said to my mother. "Mom, there are so many stars in the sky. According to the statistics of astronomers, the Milky Way has 200 billion recorded stars, and galaxies like the Milky Way have150 billion recorded stars. How can people see them with the naked eye? " Hearing this, mom and dad nodded in praise. At this time, I feel as sweet as eating honey. From then on, I thought: books are sweet.
When I was a child, I read unbreakable poems. At that time, I remember that my mother taught me word by word, taught me to read, and finally memorized this poem. When I went to kindergarten, I felt the benefits of reading-others won't, but I will. The original book is sweet! When I was in primary school, my reading materials were a series of beautiful pinyin characters. There are poems, essays and fairy tales. They accompanied me through spring, summer, autumn and winter. I remember the feeling of Chinese characters jumping in my eyes, with longing and joy. Oh, books are sweet! Now, I am reading world famous books. Carrying the human soul; Carrying the soul of knowledge. There are Insects, Two Wan Li under the Sea, Hamlet and so on. These books sometimes make me laugh, sometimes make me cry, sometimes make me tremble with fear, and sometimes calm me down. This is the source of my knowledge. Really, the book is very sweet. "There is a hard way to go in Lushan, and there is no end to learning the sea!" Let's try to open the door to reading and develop in a higher direction!
9. How to write a composition on the topic of "sweetness" can also be done. It's better to be flexible with "sweetness" as the main topic.
You shine on me like the sun in the sky that day; You are like the bright moon, purifying me; You are like a breeze, cooling me down. You are really important, my favorite mother.
-Inscription The sun is warm, I take the brightest one; The stars shine, and I choose the brightest one; The flowers are gorgeous, so I picked the most beautiful one. This river is very clear. I want a spoonful of the cleanest. I want to give you the best, my favorite mother.
You took good care of me when I babbled. At this time, you, like the sunshine in winter, touch the sleeping world, blocking a lot of wind and rain, fearing that I will be hurt a little. When I began to understand, you taught me how to be a man, helped my neighbor's grandmother plant flowers, and helped my grandfather sweep the floor next door, all of which planted the seeds of truth, goodness and beauty in my heart.
At this time, you, like the bright moonlight, have purified my young mind. When I encounter setbacks, you hold me quietly and encourage me.
Tell me, how can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? Life that is harvested because of turbulent setbacks is magnificent. I silently feel your encouragement, your confidence in me and your encouragement, like a gorgeous rainbow after the rain, take me to the other side of success.
When I went astray, you didn't hit me and scold me. You just touched me with rough hands and told me your story. You influenced me with your true feelings and gently enlightened me. At this time, you, like a shower, sprinkled on the land after a long drought, like a clear stream, washed away the filth in my heart and let me see the sun again.
Fish said to water: You don't know I'm crying. The water said to the fish, I know you are crying because you are in my heart.
Although I can't see the pain in your heart, I feel a little cold. Because you are very important, my favorite mother.
Without you, even if I have the whole world, I will not be happy; As long as I have you, I will still be happy even if I lose the whole world. Because you are very important, my favorite mother.
I don't want to say too much, but I'm telling you at the first step towards life, mom, you are very important.