In study, work and even life, we often see the figure of composition. With the help of composition, we can vent our emotions and adjust our mood. Today, I compiled some 450-word (10) articles for you to write down the main idea. Let's have a look!
When I was a child, I liked candy best. Whenever I keep crying, my mother always gives me candy to eat. The sweetness soon calmed me down.
As I grew older, I began to go to school with my schoolbag on my back. I gradually found that "sweetness" is not only the taste of candy, but also the joy of being praised by the teacher, the satisfaction of 100 on the test paper, and the happiness after helping others ... the sweetness is varied.
I still remember that time, the teacher asked us to go home and let parents pay attention to the QR code she sent in class. When I got home, I told my mother about it at once. My mother looked worried and said, "Oh, this won't work! Why don't you do it yourself? " So I picked up my mobile phone and followed the screenshot sent by the teacher step by step. Soon I successfully logged in. Mom came to have a look and couldn't help boasting, "Wow, that's great!" "
My heart is full of sweetness.
When I was about to report my login to the teacher in the class, I saw a parent in the group send a screenshot, saying that I tried many times and couldn't log in. Open the picture, it turns out that her user name is the child's name, not the ID card, and it is wrong. So I called her and told her in words: "User name should be filled with ID card, not name." Aunt quickly called me and said, "Thank you, I'll try again." I was so happy that I immediately replied, "You're welcome."
After a while, I went to the group to see the situation, and my aunt had successfully logged in. To my surprise, the class teacher gave me a thumbs-up expression. I am so happy that my heart is full of sweet taste.
It turns out that as long as you put your heart into it, "sweetness" can always haunt you.
Writing a composition around the central meaning is 450 words sweet. What is the sweetest thing in the world? You may say: candy, dear ... yes, everyone likes something that tastes sweet. However, sweetness is not only the taste tasted by taste buds, but also something that can be sweet to the heart …
A few months ago, the teacher of the remedial class said that there was a calculation contest, and students could sign up for it, and those who could advance to the final would have corresponding prizes. The students heard a lot of comments: some said I wouldn't go, I couldn't make it to the finals at all, some said I would give it a try, and some said I would cheer for the competition. But I think the exam is meaningful. Take this as an example. Can let us see our own level clearly, see the gap between ourselves and others, and know that there is someone behind us!
On the first try, I won the first place in our campus and easily entered the semi-finals. This makes me more confident, but I dare not relax at the same time. I still recite math formulas, train and even dream every day! Two weeks later, the semi-finals will be held. This time, the number of questions is one-third more than that of the preliminary contest, and it involves a wider range of knowledge. I calculated step by step, and I struggled through it one by one. After the exam, the stone in my heart finally fell to the ground. Another week later, I was told that I had successfully advanced to the final. I jumped three feet high with joy, yeah! Standing out from more than two thousand people, I was a little proud for a while! There were only more than 70 of us left in the final, and there was only the rustle of pens in the examination room. The time is very short, the problem is very big, and the students are very focused. The scene is very intense. Between you and me, I won the first prize, sweeter than eating honey!
This competition made me understand a truth. Only through your own efforts can you be truly sweet in your heart. Bitter before sweet, my efforts will always be rewarded. Such sweetness can make me unforgettable. Come on!
Writing a composition around the central meaning, 450 words sweet, 3 words sweet, is a very beautiful taste. Sometimes, the touch from the tip of the tongue makes people admire the sweetness on the tip of the tongue; Sometimes, it comes from the deep heart, which is refreshing and memorable; Sometimes, it is just a beam of light in the dark, very bright light, which makes the sweet warmth melt a little and brings people infinite hope.
One weekend afternoon, my mother said to me with a flowerpot and a bag of jasmine seeds, "I have nothing to do this afternoon." Let's plant flowers. " Because I had time, I agreed.
Mother brought a bag of soil, put some in the flowerpot first, and then we selected some solid seeds to put in. After putting it in, fill in a little more soil and pour a proper amount of water.
A few days later, the jasmine seeds germinated. Under our careful care, the buds are swaying gently in the breeze. However, beside the bud, weeds grow uneasily.
In order to prevent the nutrition of the buds from being absorbed by these weeds, my mother and I are busy again, ready to "eliminate" weeds. But weeds stay in the ground like naughty monkeys, and we won't pull them out anyway. March is spring, and weeds have begun to take root.
The Monkey King, since you are disobedient, I will put a curse on you! I couldn't help being naughty and trying my best to "deal with" them. Finally, it took a lot of effort to "destroy" the weeds. After we pulled out the weeds, the empty place was filled with soil again, and the buds swayed happily, as if thanking us for our help.
Seeds grow buds, buds gradually grow into buds, and then blossom and bear fruit, as if it were not flowers, but sweat and hope. Looking at the fruits of one's labor, the sweetness in my heart comes to my mind, as sweet as honey.
Writing around the central meaning is sweet. It is a helping hand in times of difficulty, a direction pointed out in times of confusion, and a shining light in the dark.
Time flies, such as running water and spring water, and primary school will graduate in a blink of an eye. During my primary school life, I had the help and care of my classmates; Under the patient guidance and encouragement of teachers, they gave me warm strength at different stages and periods.
I just came to this campus in the first day of junior high school, and I am very uncomfortable. I often feel homesick, so I don't want to eat and sleep here. The teacher found this problem and thought that the teacher would quarrel with me, but the teacher patiently enlightened me and made me feel that going to school was also a beautiful and happy thing.
There will be many exams during my study, and I don't do very well every time. I won't do it well every time anyway. I remember sitting in the corner crying in the third and fourth grades because I failed a careless exam. At this time, the teacher came to comfort me. I think teachers are as kind and patient as angels.
During my five years here, my teachers and classmates have given me a lot of warmth and concern. Once on my birthday, I arrived at school just in time. My teachers and classmates prepared gifts for me. My classmates sent me handmade cards and received many snacks. We sang happy birthday songs together ... laughing and laughing. My heart is always sweet and my class life is warm and happy.
Do you feel that teachers and classmates are like immortals? When you need help, they will arrive at the first time; When you need something, they always appear like magic.
Sweetness is not only the taste of candy, but also the taste of care and help given by teachers, classmates and parents, and this taste is sweeter than candy. Candy is sweet in the mouth, but warm and sweet in the heart.
In the evening, the sky suddenly changed face, and several thick dark clouds floated by. A few muffled thunder, it began to rain heavily, and the heavy raindrops slammed on the window.
As soon as the bell rang, all the students rushed out of the classroom and wanted to go back to a warm and comfortable home, but I stayed in the classroom blankly. Looking at the whistling wind outside the window, I am extremely anxious: Oh, what should I do? If I rush out, I'm sure to get soaked!
At this moment, Xiao Chen came over and asked with concern, "Do you have an umbrella? Why not take an umbrella? " Follow me! "I seemed to catch a lifeline and quickly replied," OK, OK, thank you very much, now! " "You're welcome. If the students have any gratitude, then go! "She dragged me out.
We all walked out of school with umbrellas. Along the way, she put her hand on my shoulder and always tilted her umbrella to my side quietly. My heart is sweet, even if a few naughty raindrops hit me, I don't feel cold.
Out of the school gate, the two of us stood in the waiting area waiting for our parents. Soon, Xiao Chen's mother came. She greeted Xiao Chen: "Good morning, go home quickly." Xiao Chen waved to her mother excitedly. She was about to leave when she saw my parents. Before he came, he gave me his umbrella without hesitation.
"Oh, what are you doing! You gave me your umbrella. What did you do? " I quickly refused. "Nothing, my mother is coming, I will go home right away, even if it rains a little." Chen Xiao with the wave. "But ... but ..." I hesitated. "But what, you just take it." After that, she pushed the umbrella to me and ran to her mother without looking back.
I froze in place. Suddenly, a raindrop fell into my mouth. Well, the taste of friendship is so sweet!
Some people say that life is a song, full of cheerful and dancing melody, and people play it with expectation. But I think life is like a candy, hidden in any corner of life. As long as you find it with your heart and feel it with your heart, you can reap sweetness and happiness.
"Zhi ... Zhi ..." Cicada is playing in the tree. Summer has come, and the dog in front of the canteen has been sticking out its tongue to dissipate heat. Rich children must buy a popsicle to relieve the heat.
I can't stand such hot weather. As soon as school was over, I ran home and just wanted to go home and turn on the air conditioner to cool down. As soon as I got home, I rushed into the room, put down my schoolbag and turned on the air conditioner. I don't know how long I stayed in the room, but I heard grandma cooking outside, and slowly a fragrance came into my nose. I found the smell and went to the kitchen to see if it was time to eat, but no, I stood by the door and looked at my grandmother. She poured sauce in her left hand and cooked with a spatula in her right. The sweat on her forehead soaked the white hair on her temples. After a while, the oil smoke began to rise. Grandma didn't turn on the range hood. Suddenly, smoke filled the kitchen. Grandma coughed. I immediately ran to open the range hood. It soon vanished and grandma had a reaction.
I took a closer look and found that there seemed to be more white hair on grandma's head, from less to more. The wrinkles on his face have also increased. "Oh, dear! Why are you here? Go and do your homework. " She wiped the sweat from her face with her hand and urged me. I went back to do my homework according to her words. After a while, I came to the kitchen again. Grandma's back is soaked through. I ran to the bathroom and got a wet towel to wipe her back. Although grandma is holding it in her hand, she still insists on wiping it after dinner. The meal is ready and the food on the table looks delicious. Grandma gave me a green vegetable and I took a bite. This dish has a different sweetness.
At this moment, I felt the unique sweetness in my life, called loving family. Although simple, it is extremely sweet.
Writing around the central meaning is sweet. I can't help thinking of a story after seeing the report that the army and the people fought the flood together. There is a kind of sweetness that slowly drips into my heart like dew.
It is also in such a hot season that a large area of mountain collapse occurred in a small village in Guangxi. Before the villagers could react, the flash flood came! The flood, like a dragon shaking its head, opened its mouth and rushed to the village, flying down from the mountain.
The secretary of the village branch ran to the entrance of the village and shouted, "The flood is coming, let's run!" " When the voice reached the shabby hut, Wu Laosi immediately stood up, shouldered his seriously ill wife and stumbled out. But the flood had come, so he had to climb on the roof next door. He struggled to pull his wife to the roof and looked up. Gray is full of floods. His little hut rocked violently and disappeared into the huge waves. Grass branches flow away along the flood, and Wu Laosi still has hope. ...
"Uncle, are you all right?" This is the voice of a young man. Wu Laosi poked his head out of the water that didn't reach his shoulders and saw a young man "pants" and put the kayak here. The old man was as ecstatic as winning the lottery and pulled his wife to swim to the "life-saving straw". Watching the young man pick up his wife on the boat, the old man couldn't restrain his excitement and held the young man's hand and said, "What's your name?" You are the savior of our old couple! I, Wu Laosi, will repay you even if I die! ""Call me Xiao Zhang. Grandpa, I don't need anything from you in return, as long as you promise me one thing: always help others and pass on this love. " The old man looked at the young man stupefied. His unrequited help made him taste the sweetness of the world.
Wu Laosi has changed since the flood. He is no longer eccentric and stubborn, and he has a kind of sweetness called sex.
On a sunny morning, I was humming a ditty in the street. The cloud in the sky seems to have turned into a giant hand, greeting me.
I passed a leafy tree and saw a small bird's nest made of fine grass and branches. There are several birds fighting for food in the nest. Mother bird puts the newly caught bugs into the baby bird's mouth one by one, as if to plug them with food. But the birds were not satisfied, but cried even harder.
Just as I was about to walk away, a bird flapped its wings and knocked down another bird. I'm surprised. Mother bird may not have experienced such a thing, she is still in place. At this critical moment, I ran over and caught the bird, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. My heart is like a piece of honey.
Mother bird seems to refuse to believe that I am a stranger, hovering over my head, asking me to return the poor bird to it. I looked at it and then at the bird, so I had to raise my hands hard.
"Ah-"The bird landed on the road. I looked back and found that it was my good friend who pushed my hand away. "What are you doing?" I shouted at him, only to find that the bird had jumped into the middle of the road.
"Danger!" I shouted and rushed to the road and carried the bird away.
At this time, a gust of wind blew, and the bird's nest wobbled and was about to fall down. I found an adult climbing a tree, as if to take away the birds in the nest. The bird screamed with fear, so I ran to him and said solemnly, "Uncle, please don't catch these animals, they are also life!" " "Unexpectedly, he casually said to me," what's the matter? I grab some for my little baby to play with. Don't you have it in your hand? It' s really a thief shouting to catch a thief! " I said, "I saved the bird and was about to put it back in its nest. "After that, I really put the bird up, and the uncle scolded a rude word and left helplessly.
I watched the birds quietly, watching them snuggle under my mother's wings, and suddenly felt that guarding others was a kind of sweetness that I would never forget.
Writing around the central meaning is sweet. There is a kind of sweetness called affection, which makes me unforgettable.
The weather is getting colder and colder, and I am more and more attached to the bed. Every morning, grandma wakes me up and I clean up and wash. My grandmother has put a delicious breakfast on the table. On this day, an accident happened!
I don't know if it was because I was too tired from work the day before, or what the reason was. This morning was unexpectedly quiet.
"Oh, get up, it's half past six!" Grandma shouted at me anxiously, and I rolled over and jumped out of bed. Looking at my anxious grandmother, I panicked.
"Why didn't you wake me up earlier? It's over, you are really, I'm going to miss the school bus! " I shouted at my grandmother angrily, and she stood there quietly.
Grandma, who has always been gentle and loving, is ashamed in her eyes. I realized that I had said something wrong.
"Have some soy milk." Grandma said softly.
"If I don't drink, I'll miss the school bus." I only turned my back on my grandmother and hurried out of the house.
I ran very fast along the way, rushing to the waiting point like a bow and arrow. Fortunately, it's not too late. I saw the school bus coming towards me slowly. When I got to school, I just started reading in the morning, and my stomach was growling with hunger. Hearing this, my deskmate asked me, "Didn't you eat in the morning?" I nodded to him. He took out a packet of biscuits from the hole in the table and put them in my hand. I smiled gratefully at him.
At this time, the class teacher came to our platoon with a cup of soybean milk. "ah! Whose parents sent soy milk. " I whispered. "This is the soybean milk that your grandmother sent you." The class teacher told me gently. There is no bus passing by at this time, so how can grandma send it so far? At that time, I was in a daze with soy milk, and it felt like I was dreaming.
As soon as I opened the lid, I smelled the smell of grandma cooking porridge for me early, which also made my eyes hazy. Take a sip, soy milk is so sweet, but it's sweeter in my heart!
There is a sweetness, which is grandma's love!