Let's see how to write a topic composition around the central meaning! In daily study, work and life, everyone has dealt with writing. With the help of words, people can reflect objective things, express their thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. The following is a topic composition that I arranged for you to write around the central meaning. I hope you like it!
Tears are human nature, the left part is "water" and the right part is "eyes", which means that the water flowing out of the eyes is tears. Moved to tears, sad to tears, guilt to tears.
In primary school, we were young and ignorant, and we liked to play because of our children's instinct. We often went to school together and played while walking. At school, I won't give up any chance to play. After lunch, as long as the teacher says I can go out to play, everyone will become "good babies" immediately. After they get what they want, they will happily go out to play and chase, kicking stones as balls and playing with sticks as swords. Wash your hands indoors and have a water fight in the sink. When I was a child, my favorite thing was to play with water, and I often cried because I played for a while.
Because every time I play with water, my hands are soaked in the water for too long. When I take them out, my hands are wrinkled and my skin begins to break after a long time, but I don't care.
Until one day, after school, I had a good time with my classmates. My classmate's grandmother suddenly came over and shouted, "son, don't play with her." Do you think if her hand is broken, will she catch any terrible infectious diseases? " Son, look at her hand carefully, the broken finger, even her hand is broken! Stay away from her in the future, you hear me? "The classmate's grandmother took the classmate's hand and took her away without giving me a chance to explain.
I was sad to see my classmate's grandmother leave me in a hurry, and I remembered the misunderstanding of my classmate's grandmother just now. I squatted on the ground silently, looking at the picture I just drew with a wooden stick on the ground with my classmates, and negative emotions suddenly came to my mind. Tears rolled down my cheeks and dripped on the ground. "Tick-tock, tick-tock", these are sad tears.
I didn't get up and walk home until my parents came to pick me up.
When I came to class the next day, I suddenly found that everyone seemed to be deliberately avoiding me, unwilling to talk to me, and even more unwilling to play with me. In addition to avoiding me, they pointed at me and discussed something carefully in a low voice. As soon as I saw them, they walked away, so I had to walk away with tears in my eyes.
The head teacher found that I didn't play with my classmates and asked me why. I cried again and explained to the teacher, "I don't know why, but a classmate's parents said that I had a terrible infectious disease and told my classmates to stay away from me." After I finished, the teacher immediately raised my hand and looked at it. "This is not true. This is because my hand was broken after playing with too much water. " "Really?" I have some doubts. "Really, son, don't be afraid. I will tell my classmates that this is not a terrible infectious disease. You are misunderstood. Don't be wronged. " After that, the teacher wiped my tears and turned away. My heart can't be calm for a long time. Tears are swirling in my eyes and dripping down again. "Tick-tock, tick-tock" is moved tears.
Tears are an expression of emotion and a true feeling in people's hearts. Tears of joy are excitement, whining is grief, intermittent sadness, sour nose is emotion, and ticking is injustice. ...
Tears are compared to noble diamonds-crystals of human emotions. May the tears left by each of us be tears of happiness and touching.
In our family, no matter who it is, people are fascinated at times.
Every night, when I do my homework at home, I will see my grandmother sitting next to me studying math problems in grade six. I saw her pick up a math textbook, put on reading glasses, grab a pencil next to her and dance on the paper. Sometimes I see her frowning, touching her hair and muttering something. Sometimes grandma won't stop until she looks through the math textbooks to find the basis. Just like this judgment question: "All diameters are equal and all radii are equal." At first glance, grandma thinks there is nothing wrong, but it doesn't seem appropriate. When I was doing my homework, she gave me a look and was embarrassed. Then open the textbook and bury your head in it. Suddenly, my hand kept pointing, as if I had found a treasure, and I said happily, "Oh, yes, provided we are in the same circle." Grandma is always fascinated by solving problems, and sometimes she suddenly smells a strange smell and suddenly knows that the soup is burnt. This is my math problem.
Dad is an electrical fan. Every time he comes home from work, he hides in the room, turns on the spotlight, picks up the instrument, and then enters the "working" state. Whenever I encounter a problem, I want to ask my father, but every time, my father is fiddling with his electrical appliances with relish, completely unaware of my arrival. I reached out and gave my father a push and said loudly, "Dad, I can't do this problem. Please take a look at it for me. " Dad stared at the things in his hand and said, "It will be all right soon. Wait a minute." I shook my head helplessly and sat in my chair again, thinking hard about this problem.
On Saturday and Sunday nights, my mother will sit on the sofa and brush her mobile phone. What is this? Taobao, of course. Because shopping on Taobao is the most convenient and everything is available. My mother will look for everything I wear, eat, use and even school supplies. Sometimes after reading a very interesting book, I want to share a wonderful story with my mother. Mom looked at the phone and said, "Go! I am listening! " But when I finished, my mother put down her mobile phone and said blankly, "I didn't listen carefully just now." Please say it again. " Look! Is my mother a genuine Taobao fan?
I am no exception. I am a fan of small books. Every night, after finishing my homework, I will read for a while. My mother will definitely remind me with concern: "Go to bed after watching it for fifteen minutes, don't be too late, I have to go to school tomorrow." I promised, grabbed the book and looked at it hungrily for fear that time would slip away. I read greedily, and with the ups and downs of the plot in the book, I sometimes frown, feel uneasy and clench my fist; Sometimes I smile happily, patting the table, completely immersed in the ocean of books, forgetting the passage of time, until I hear my mother nagging.
No matter who you are, as long as you meet something you like, you will be fascinated by it and you can't dial it yourself.
Write a topic composition around the central meaning. Speaking of warmth, it brings back warm and happy memories in my heart.
A few years ago, it was a midsummer afternoon, and the sun shone through the overlapping leaves, spilling handfuls of warm spots. My mother and I are coming out of the stadium, and we haven't recovered from the excitement of the game. Sitting in the back seat of an electric car, I only remember the dripping diving and the light rolling. Mother braked suddenly and hit her forehead on her back. When I came to my senses, a crisp and sweet voice "Wait a minute-wait a minute-"stopped. I turned around and a little girl tripped. She runs very fast. Before I could see her approaching, she opened her left hand and sent it to me: "You just fell down on the road." I subconsciously reached for it. It turned out to be my ID card. My mother quickly said, "Thank you!" "I thanked her, too. The little girl just smiled faintly:" Nothing! " He turned and hurried away. Before I realized it, I had already dealt with what had just happened. When she looked up, she had already gone away, leaving only a thin and slender figure, and her heart suddenly warmed up and gave birth to some gratitude.
After that, I often think of that back and that simple and lovely voice. That's a gesture with temperature, a smile with temperature. So I can't forget the shortness of breath, the slightly red cheeks, the strands of long hair blown to my cheeks by the wind, and the relaxed and friendly "nothing".
I went shopping with my mother a few days ago, and I didn't lose weight either, but I was still huddled up by the cold wind and couldn't get my hands out. The food market is very dark, and the area has been covered with dirt for many years, and it is all black. A piece of canvas on the roof of the shed was blown up, screaming and screaming, and it was badly scratched on the iron frame that supported it. There are few people. My mother wants to buy some carrots. When she stopped in front of a booth, she heard the shopkeeper call, "Miss Wang!" " "Mom paused and looked at this middle-aged woman who was a little black, short and slightly bloated. The shopkeeper smiled: "I'm Ma, aren't you Miss Wang? "Mom seems to remember, and it is her former student Xiaoya's mother confirmed. The middle-aged woman shook her mother's hand excitedly: "Eva says hello in the house every day now. Once she makes progress, you will send her chocolates and notebooks. "Mom smiled:" Hello, children, I am very happy! " "The school was late, you don't trust a girl to take her to the station by night. She told me after she came back that I was deeply moved. " The middle-aged woman was inarticulate. "My daughter can go to college because of you, so I don't have to worry about it in the future." "That's Xiaoya's own efforts. She works harder than other babies, and her grades are well deserved. " ……
Before leaving, my mother weighed the radish. The middle-aged woman just stuffed a few tomatoes and peppers, but her mother couldn't thank her and had to accept them. The wind is still biting, but our hearts are warm and our eyes are shining with crystal light.
I always wanted to be a teacher, but the news that more and more teachers were insulted and accused made me disappointed and chilling. The words of middle-aged women warmed me and strengthened my determination to pursue my dreams. Let me clearly see the greatness and sacredness of an ordinary profession. This is undoubtedly the power of warmth.
I think my mother's feelings must be deeper than mine. She is warmer and happier.
Warm, what a beautiful and comfortable feeling. It is both positive energy and a sense of accomplishment. So, pass the warmth and feel the warmth! Let the world become a warm world!
When I went out to eat, I saw a girl my age wearing JK pleated skirt and coming to this store for dinner. She wore a tall ponytail, a white shirt and pink JK, and looked lively and fairy. I couldn't help looking down at the gray sweatpants I was wearing, lost in thought: I haven't worn a skirt for a long time, and I want to see myself wearing a skirt.
When I got home, I squatted on the door of my mother's room, listened to the movement inside for a while, then opened the door and poked my head out carefully.
I stammered, "Mom, I ... I want to discuss something with you."
"What is it?" Mom, put down the phone. "Come on in."
I am relieved, but I dare not relax completely. "Mom, I want a JK." I looked at my mother and said, "JK is a fairy dress. I don't wear a skirt outside. Please buy me one. " My mother looked at me, thought for a moment and said, "Your birthday is coming soon. I'll buy it for you when you have your birthday! " "I'm very happy, thinking: JK finally wears it.
There are still three days before the birthday. During these three days, I always said to the sun, "Go down the mountain quickly! Go down the mountain! " I think the happiest thing in the world is only when the sun goes down. I looked at my watch from time to time at home, and after reading it, I began to complain, "Oh dear! How so early! " These three days, time is like a snail crawling. How time flies so slowly! I can't wait to put all the clocks and watches in the world forward.
Finally, in the hope, my birthday came.
I excitedly ran to my mother and said, "Where's JK?" Where's JK "
Mom raised her mobile phone: "It's still on the road, and it will arrive in a few days."
"ah? What are you waiting for? " I can't help complaining, thinking: Is this God against me? After waiting for so long, we have to wait!
The next morning, as soon as I got up, I went to my mother's room: "Have you arrived yet? Has JK arrived? " My mother, who was sleeping soundly, turned on her mobile phone, looked at it and shook her head.
At lunch with my mother, I asked, "Is JK there?"
When I was getting ready for bed at night, I asked, "Is JK there?"
My mother is a little impatient with my question: "Don't ask all the time, I'll tell you when I arrive."
Three days later, the skirt finally arrived. I opened the courier and took it out. I see a blue plaid pleated skirt and a white shirt. I can't wait to put it on, go to the mirror where I can see the whole body and look at myself in the mirror. Look at the girl in the mirror, ah, she really looks like a fairy! Thought of here, I can't help but smile shyly. This JK makes me look more lively and lovely. The more I watch it, the more I like it. I like it so much that I don't want to take it off.
However, it is boring to wear it at home alone. I want to wear it outside! I said to my mother, "Mom, let me get the express for you!" " ""no, I have it back! " Mom pointed to the express delivery on the coffee table. My mood suddenly fell down, but I never gave up: "Mom, let's go to Lake Reese after dinner!" " "My mother smiled and said to me," Good! "
I wore a skirt and walked on the path of Lake Reese, enjoying the feeling of the evening breeze blowing on me. I feel the world is so beautiful, and I enjoy the feeling of the evening breeze blowing on my body.
Write a topic around the central meaning 5 tears are the expression of regret after failure; Tears are the witness of happiness when you are happy; Tears are gems that shine when you are touched. ...
My childhood was full of painful tears. When I was eight years old, I met a swimming coach by chance. He takes his apprentice for free. Later, I tried it, but I didn't expect the apprentice to succeed. But because of "swimming in Wang Sai" at that time, the coach started "devil training" for us, and went directly to the swimming pool for training after school every day. It's seven or eight o'clock every time I get home, and it's after ten o'clock to do my homework. Training is tiring. Draw water with your feet every day, your instep is weak or even soft. Every day, my hands and feet are bruised or bruised, and my mouth and ears often choke. I didn't want to insist, I just wanted to give up. I went home and told my mother something painful. After listening, my mother only asked one question. My mother fell into the water. Did you save her? I nodded and thought for a moment. I love my mother very much, but I can't swim. How can I save her? Grit your teeth, I have a belief in my heart that I must learn and learn well. Later, after fifteen days of training, I learned to swim and won the fourth prize in the swimming competition.
My childhood was full of moving tears. My mother's home cooking is delicious, especially braised pork. One afternoon when I came home from school, I smelled braised pork. I immediately put down my schoolbag and went straight to the kitchen and asked my mother, did you cook braised pork again today? Mom nodded and said, "Go wash your hands and get ready for dinner!" " "I sat on the dining chair after washing my hands, and a plate of steaming, delicious and brightly colored braised pork appeared in front of me. I immediately picked up chopsticks and gave them to my mother, and then wolfed them down. When my mother sat down to eat, she gave me the braised pork in the bowl and said, "Daughter, you eat. Mom doesn't like meat. Eat more when you grow up! "I was eating and eating, and my throat suddenly became a little hard to swallow, so I cried quietly.
I shed unforgettable tears in my childhood. Time flies, and the exam is coming. I'm a little scared, but I always have to face it. The test paper was handed out quickly, and I only got 88 points. I couldn't wait to tear it into pieces at the moment I got it, so my parents would never know that there were always various scenes of being scolded and beaten on the way home. After returning home, I kept my head down and didn't want to face the truth, but I had to hand the paper to my mother carefully. After reading it, my mother said kindly and gently, "Although I failed in the exam this time, I can't be depressed. You can't see the rainbow until you experience wind and rain. Next time, I will try to turn my failed experience into a driving force for success. Keep going! My mother believes you! " I have always remembered this sentence until now, and I still remember the unforgettable tears shed at that time.
I shed tears of excitement in my childhood. My handwriting in the first grade was a mess, just like my mother said, "The handwriting is like chicken feet." My mother devoted a lot of effort to my calligraphy and tried her best to buy copybooks and teach me one by one. Finally, I made up my mind to form this habit. When I am free, I take Mi Zige to practice calligraphy and ask my classmates for advice. Over time, my handwriting has improved, and the more I write, the better. I was lucky enough to take part in the calligraphy competition. A few weeks later, my mother was informed that I had won the lottery. I was very happy when I learned that I had a certificate, and I shed tears of excitement at that time.
How long will it take for a tear to fall? Perhaps it was that wonderful moment, full of my childhood experiences.
Topic 6: Sweet is the best taste I have ever tasted.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Every Spring Festival, the jiaozi I eat always makes me feel very sweet. Last Spring Festival, it was raining outside in Mao Mao. My mother bought a lot of dumpling wrappers from the supermarket. As soon as I saw it, I knew I was going to package jiaozi, so I joined. Mom dug a spoonful of stuffing, and I also dug a spoonful of stuffing. Our movements are so tacit. Mom packed one and I packed one. We smiled at each other and were very busy. In a short time, jiaozi wrapped up, bulging, neatly arranged, beaming. The water is boiling, so we put jiaozi in the pot. A few minutes later, steaming jiaozi floated up and rolled up and down with boiling water. Jiaozi is out of the pot, steaming hot. My mouth is watering. I put one in my mouth first, and the salty and fragrant soup flowed into my mouth. It's delicious. The atmosphere of the Spring Festival is accompanied by firecrackers, and our whole family eats jiaozi around the table with a smile on their faces. My heart is sweet, like eating a sweet "jiaozi".
To tell you a secret, I still think the breakfast my father cooks every day is sweet. One night, I went to sleep early and was suddenly awakened by a burst of rice fragrance. When I got up, I saw a dazzling light coming in from the door. I crept to the door and saw my father cooking in the kitchen. I thought it was because he was hungry. I got up to find food and didn't think much. The next morning, a bowl of delicious fried rice was served on the table, only to remember that this breakfast was cooked by my father last night. I scooped a spoonful and put it in my mouth. The sweet taste spread all over my tongue and penetrated into my heart. Looking at this bowl of fried rice, my heart is warm and sweet.
Sweetness in life is everywhere, and teachers care about me. A word of comfort, an appreciative look and a casual compliment all make me feel sweet. That time, I had a stomachache, and Miss Zhou was still in class. I didn't dare to interrupt her, so I squatted on the table with my stomach. Not long after, Mr. Zhou found something strange about me. He came over, bent down and gently asked me, "Lin Qianyu, are you upset with your stomach?" I'll call your mother and ask her to pick you up. "Say that finish, she picked up the phone to call my mother. She also asked her classmates to help me pack my schoolbag and send me to the school gate to wait for my mother to pick me up. The next day was a rest day. Teacher Zhou specially called my mother to ask if my physical condition was better. I listened to the conversation between my teacher and my mother, and there was a warm heat flow in my heart, which made me feel infinite sweetness.
Sweetness is really a wonderful taste. It makes me happy, moved and warm.
One day at noon, I sat in the classroom in a daze. Suddenly, a cold wind blew outside the window. Soon, the sky was overcast, followed by goose feather-like snow.
After school, I waited anxiously, watching my classmates being picked up by their parents one by one, and tears poured out like spring water. The teacher came over to comfort me and said, "Your mother must be in trouble, or she must be on her way. Don't worry." She handed me a tissue. I looked up and dried my tears, and instantly felt much better.
After the teacher left, the students came over and patted me on the shoulder. "Why are you crying?" ! Stop crying! "My deskmate hugged me and comforted me all the time, but I kept staring out the window. Slowly, the snow outside the window is getting bigger and bigger, and there are fewer and fewer people in the classroom.
In the end, only my deskmate and I were left, and the classroom became very quiet, as if a needle fell and I could hear it clearly.
A burst of footsteps came and I looked up and stared. It turned out that my deskmate's sister had come to pick her up, and I bowed my head in frustration. After the deskmate saw it, he held out his hand and said to me, "Let's go home together!" " I had to pack my schoolbag and walk out of the classroom with them.
Walking on the road, I watched the flowers and plants on the roadside bow their heads under the oppression of snowflakes, and the young trees trembled in the cold wind. Suddenly a snowflake fell on my palm. Looking at the slowly melting snowflake in my hand, I was lost in thought again.
"hey!" My deskmate patted me, and I found that I had arrived home.
Saying goodbye to my deskmate, I walked into the room and saw my mother busy in the kitchen. She heard the door open and she came out. She looked at me with an unhappy face. She came to sit down beside me and said to me with a smile, "Daughter, don't be angry. Actually, I called your deskmate's sister and asked her to take you home for me. " After listening to my mother's explanation, I became happy again and said, "Mom, I'm hungry. My mother lit my forehead and said, "I'm ready for you." "
At this time, the snow stopped outside the window, and my mother brought steaming food. I sat by the fire and wolfed down my food. The sun shone through the clouds in the room, and the fire in the stove became extremely bright, shining on my mother's smiling face, which was so beautiful.
Around the central meaning 8 "except your weapon!" " For a time, I was fascinated by Harry Potter, as if it were a deep mud pit, and I was deeply immersed in it.
It's time to go to bed. It's better to watch than to sleep. I rushed into the study, rolled into a Harry Potter book, flew into the bedroom, stuffed it into the quilt, quickly picked up a night light and hid it in the quilt.
"Good night!" I shouted and couldn't wait to get into the quilt, ready to start watching my Harry Potter. As soon as nightlight opened and the books opened, I started "nightlife".
How can I satisfy myself only by reading at night? Therefore, when you watch it in the car, when you go to the toilet, when you brush your teeth, there is no time when you don't watch it.
Sometimes when I do my homework, I will hold a pen and shout "Abada is killing me" like a wizard. The pen will draw a big ink mark on the book. I don't care that much. I am getting more and more excited. I started to stand up, dancing my hands back and forth, and muttering to myself.
It's time for dinner. I'm carving wax gourd into a resurrection stone, using a bowl as a pot to mix potions, and adding meat and vegetables to make magic potions. When drinking soup, I try to imagine that it is a compound soup, which makes me become another person immediately after drinking it.
All right! Anyway, I'm going to read.
Write a topic composition around the central meaning 9 "Oh, my God! God! " The report card of the final exam will be issued soon, and I'm shivering nervously below.
Finally, the teacher called my name and I flew past like an arrow. I was even more nervous when I received the report card. I squinted at it, wow! There are two circles smiling at me in the back. My nervous mood flew to the outside of the cloud nine and waved my hand to show off my beloved achievements to my classmates.
Walking on my way home, the more I think about it, the more I feel happy. Looking at the grass, it is warmly welcoming me; Looking at the small flowers, they bloom beautifully; Look at the young trees, they are flourishing. Mom must be very happy to know this! I thought to myself. So I picked up little Martha's leg and ran home quickly.
When I walked to the door, I was exhausted and panting. What am I hesitating about? I have the key in my right hand and my left hand is ready to push the door open. The door suddenly opened and I took out my report card and rushed to the kitchen. Ah! Mom was so absorbed in cooking my favorite beef stew with potatoes that she didn't find me at all. I quickly hid my report card behind my back to surprise my mother. My mother saw me and said, "Go and wash your hands. Dinner will be ready soon. " I said to my mother, "There is good news today. I don't know if I should talk about it. " As soon as the voice fell, my mother said, "What's the good news? Tell me quickly. " I carefully took out my report card and showed it to my mother. When she saw it, she was surprised: "Our son did well in the exam this time." Hearing these words, my heart became more proud.
In the evening, I ate my mother's stewed beef with potatoes happily. After dinner, I lay contentedly in bed, thinking about the bright red score of 100, and then fell into a sweet dream.
Write a topic composition around the central meaning 10 As the saying goes, "Father loves mountains and mother loves the sea." The love of parents is great. But I think fatherly love is greater.
Wan Li, clear sky, Wan Li. Because the exam is coming, I have a bad cold, so I can only endure it and insist on attending classes. I'm going to the hospital after the exam in a few days. I don't want to miss the class.
Who knows that I have a bad headache after the second class, so I have to endure it. To my surprise, the weather was sunny just now, and suddenly it became cloudy with some light rain spots. This is really bad.
I endured until school, and I walked home by myself. At this time, the raindrops became raindrops as big as beans. When I got home, I opened the door and I shouted, "Mom, Mom." No one promised. I went into the house and found no one at home. So I called my mother and only heard a voice on the phone: the number you dialed is power off. At that time, I felt that a basin of water was poured from head to toe. By this time, I was already shivering.
There is only one thought in my heart: call my dad! But dad is on duty in the countryside and it takes half an hour to go home. At this point, it's already raining cats and dogs outside. I feel terrible and want to take a step back.
I finally called my father. I said, "Dad, I feel terrible." Dad said, "I'm very busy. Call my mother. " I said, "Mom's cell phone is off." Dad said, "Then wait for me at home."
After a while, dad came back. He quickly brought a thermometer and took my temperature. My temperature reached 39.5 degrees Celsius. Without saying anything, my father held me and rushed to the hospital.
When I arrived at the hospital, my father explained the illness to the doctor. The doctor brought me water, and my father stayed by my side for a day and a night. There is no water in the bottle, so my father asked the doctor to change it for me. He stayed up all night. Seeing my father's tired expression, I couldn't help crying.
This is the tears I shed on the road of growing up, and it will also turn into gratitude to those who love me.