In daily life or work and study, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. So, how to write a composition? The following is my carefully arranged composition on sweet topics, which is welcome for your reference and hope to help you. Sweet topic composition 1

When everyone thinks of sweet words, they may think of dessert, food and drink, but I feel that my heart is sweet.

Yes, why do you say that the heart is sweet? Then come and listen to my story.

during the Chinese new year last year, our family got up in the morning to buy paper money, cook a new year's meal and be busy with all kinds of things related to the Chinese new year. Only I was still sleeping under the covers, thinking that I seemed to fly to the sky, flying freely in the sky, and suddenly fell to the ground, which was very painful. After a while, the pain stopped, and my heart was full of joy, like eating sweets. An hour passed before I woke up and looked at the alarm clock. It was past ten o'clock. I put on my clothes and pants in a hurry and ran out of the room. As soon as I ran out, I saw my mother still preparing breakfast. I looked around and asked, "Mom, where are the others? Why are you the only one?"

"Oh, you mean them, they have gone back to their hometown." Mother said while preparing bowls and chopsticks.

"Then why don't you go back?" I asked curiously, wiping my eyes with my hand.

"You are still at home. What will you do if I leave? What a fool! " Mom said, laughing.

"oh-"I said and laughed, feeling flattered.

"eat quickly, I'm ready."

I came after washing my face in the toilet. I always feel that this porridge is sweet when I eat it. One bite is sweet to the top of my heart, and another bite may be the sweet taste. The more I ate, the more energetic I became, and I even began to gorge myself. "It's delicious. Mom's cooking is the best." Mom also ate, watching me gobble up, and quickly said, "Eat slowly, don't worry, there are so many more!" "

after breakfast, I lay on the sofa and ate five bowls, but I still didn't think it was enough. That sweet smell has been lingering in my mouth and hidden in my heart, and no one can enjoy it, because it is the taste of my mother and me.

that sweet smell has been lingering in my heart, all the time. Sweet topic composition 2

Dad often said that there is a kind of bitterness that is also sweet, and that is to have fun in bitterness.

He didn't take the master's degree until he was over half a century old, and he also took the doctoral degree. He was an old man of a lot of age, and he competed with the post-198s and post-199s students in the examination room and classroom. Among his doctoral students, there were boys and girls born in the year when he was admitted to the university and the year when he graduated from the university. Do you think he was having fun? Our head teacher is about the same age as him, and we will retire after teaching, and my father will not be able to find a job related to his major after finishing his doctorate in two years. What do you think of him? However, every time he talked to me about these things at the dinner table, he was so proud that he never frowned. On the contrary, he often reads like a madman. For example, in March and April this year, I was bored with endless online classes and homework. He was fine. He got up at noon every day and went to sleep in the morning, saying that he adhered to the "one-book doctrine" and finished reading a book in one day. I can't figure it out. If I don't exercise well when I'm so old, wouldn't it be a waste of time if this doctor died just after graduation?

and what my mother often says is that there is a kind of sweetness that is also bitter, and when it is bitter, it is sweet and bitter.

Her personality is like a man and a woman. She graduated from junior high school with the highest education. At the age of 15 or 16, she fled to Shanghai to work. She said that her lifelong wish is to make a fortune. More than 2 years have passed, and what wealth have you made? Just came to Shanghai to rent a rental house, and the urban management broke into the house in the middle of the night to check the temporary residence permit. She obviously had a temporary residence permit. When she showed her certificate, the urban management actually tore up the temporary residence permit, and then took her into the homeless repatriation station overnight and sent her to Anhui after 24 hours. She and her father worked hard for more than ten years to save some capital to invest in a homestay, which coincided with the Covid-19 epidemic this year and "returned to the pre-liberation overnight". Although our family of three lives in harmony, she is busy, worried about business losses, shouldering the burden for her father's constant study, and my son is poor in school and rebellious and playful. The sweetness of harmony is simply that three or four white sugar are accidentally scattered in the cold bitter gourd.

what metaphor is sweetness in this real life? Sweet topic composition 3

In today's society, sweet, sour, spicy and salty are everywhere, as long as you have a pair of sensitive eyes, and then savor it carefully ...

In a blink of an eye, I have changed from a babbling baby to a middle school student. Since I was a child, I think what makes my parents most happy is that I have been admitted to Huai 'an Foreign Language Middle School, a famous middle school in people's mouth through my own efforts.

it was really a joy to me at first, but later I learned that it was a great sadness. This middle school is not located in this city, but now it's about an hour's journey, so it's certainly impossible for my parents to accompany me. Before the competition, there are old and young people in my family, so I can only live independently and start an unprecedented campus life. Before the start of school, I thought I could finally leave home. It's great to finally stop listening to my mother's nagging! But on the first night in school, I cried, and the tears were earth-shattering. At that time, I couldn't wait for my mother to continue to ramble around me. Even if she scolded me, I wouldn't have any complaints, as long as they were by my side.

The next day, during military training, the class teacher took me from the playground to the dormitory. She said, Miao Jing, go up and have a look. I came to the dormitory door with a puzzled face. Dad! Mom! Grandma! I suddenly shed tears of happiness, and I rushed over and hugged them like an arrow, holding on tight until my mother said, well, you must be hungry, right? Come on, eat something. As she spoke, she took off my military training hat and took a paper towel to help me wipe the sweat on my forehead and the tears of happiness flowing down. Needless to say, I was really hungry. I picked up the delicious food brought by my mother and wolfed it down. The three of them looked at my eating and immediately laughed. In a blink of an eye, I burped, but when I turned around, I saw my mother's eyes were wet. I knew that my mother was a little reluctant to part with me. After all, we had never been apart ...

I reluctantly went to the playground, thinking about the delicious food my mother had just brought. Sweet topic composition 4

If learning is a gallon of bitter gourd juice, then family is a little sweet.

Since I started school, I have found that there are endless homework and unfinished questions every day, so the weekend has become a veritable "homework elsewhere". Sometimes when I hear the cheers downstairs, I really want to drop my pen and rush downstairs, but learning is like a devil's hand, holding my heart tightly. I always stay in my room to do my homework. Sometimes my parents pass by the door. I recognize their silent language and faint footsteps. I know that they don't want to disturb me and leave everything to the end.

on sundays, you have to make up lessons in the afternoon. I finally finished my homework. During dinner, my grandmother came up and asked me if I needed someone to take me to school. Good familiar words. I remember when I was going to school, either I was late or it rained heavily. Grandma always asked me, do you want me to find someone to take you? Looking back on every weekend, grandma went upstairs countless times. She just sent me something to eat to ease the pain caused by my homework. I turned my grandmother down because my home and school are very close, so it is totally unnecessary to take a ride. I went out after dinner. At the first intersection, I saw my grandmother, and she was alone. Grandma saw me and said that she didn't get a taxi. Originally, it was to take a taxi for me. Suddenly a place in my heart softened. I insisted on walking until I reached the end of the road, only to find that grandma's figure had become a little bit. I waved my hand and hoped that she would go home quickly, but I didn't know if she could see it, and then I moved on, and tears somehow flowed down. It's nice to be waited on.

Learning is a bitter medicine, so family is sugar, which makes my heart like honey. With the promotion of family, I will definitely reach the other side of success. Sweet topic composition 5

Life is like a hundred-flavor bottle, with ups and downs, bittersweet and salty. If we feel the bitterness in life, we should appreciate the sweetness in life.

The concern of my classmates is sweet. On the playground of the campus, I was running, and I fell to the ground heavily. At this moment, my classmates quickly came over and asked, "Are you all right?" He kept comforting me. She looked at my painful expression as if she was worse than me. At this time, the bell for class rang, and I was still kneeling on the ground. He didn't leave. Slowly, I felt relieved. Then when he saw that I was going to get up, he hurried to help me. In this way, we got up slowly and returned to the classroom slowly. When I sat on the stool, I felt sweet in my heart.

The teacher's praise is sweet. After one math class, the next one is math class. A difficult problem assigned by the teacher stumped all the students in our class. At this time, some students waited for the teacher to release the answer, some students simply didn't go out to play, and some good students were seriously thinking. I thought, "As a class cadre, I must take the lead for the students in the class." I did not say anything. I picked up a pen and paper and began to "fight". My brain was running at full speed. I thought of one method after another, but it didn't work. In this way, time passed slowly, and the class was about to start. I had to work harder. I was absorbed. Suddenly, I worked it out like I knew it. I looked at my answer happily, and I also reported it to the teacher. It was all right, and the teacher returned to class.

It's sweet to be praised by others. On a bus, the parking spaces were full. A white-haired old man came up slowly. I rushed to hold him and gave him my seat. He was very grateful to me and gave me a thumbs up. Although I stood for several stops and was very tired, I felt sweet at the moment I gave up my seat.

There is bitterness in life, but there is also sweetness. Sweetness is hidden in classmates' care and praise. In life, as long as we taste it attentively, we will certainly find the sweetness in life. Sweet topic composition 6

Past events flashed in my mind like movies. During the six years I spent in my alma mater, there were many ups and downs, but what I can't forget most is sweetness.

that was in the fourth grade of primary school. On one occasion, I felt groggy and a little nauseous because I was a little uncomfortable. I kept putting up with it for 4 minutes in class and finally heard the teacher shout "class dismissed." I couldn't bear it any longer, so I ran to the toilet. But before I got to the toilet, my naughty stomach began to tumble. I felt sick, and I threw up everything I ate in the morning. Suddenly, there was a big circle of people standing around me, both from our class and from other classes, and even a few first-grade children came to join in the fun. My face suddenly burned like the sun, and I kept blaming myself. Really! Can't you just bear it and go to the toilet? Why are you throwing up here? Must be laughed at!

unexpectedly, a pair of hands behind me suddenly held me, which was a statement! She patted me on the back while helping me, and kept asking me, "Wang Shuqiao, how are you? Are you okay?" Is it better? " I nodded, and then everyone around me was busy: some took out paper to wipe my mouth, some mopped the floor, and several classmates helped me into the classroom.

When I got to class, when my classmates knew the reason, some poured me water to drink, some tried to comfort me, and some patted me on the back with their hands ... I watched what everyone had done for me, and my nose was sour, and tears poured out of my eyes like a flood that opened the floodgates. Zhang Yan seemed to understand my mind and said to me, "It doesn't matter, everyone is a classmate, and I hope you will get better soon!" " As he spoke, he made a face at me and I couldn't help laughing.

although it has been a long time, I still remember it vividly. The feeling of classmates on campus is so sweet that people can't bear to forget it ... Sweet topic composition 7

Sweet, sometimes it is a taste, sometimes it is an emotion.

Candy, fruit and chocolate all have a sweet taste. However, for emotions, I thought of that. It was a scorching summer, and when I went to class in the morning, the sun was still shining, but when I just came out from the cram school, God changed his face, from smiling face to crying face-it rained cats and dogs, and I stood under the eaves waiting for my mother to "save" me! One minute, two minutes, ten minutes, when I was preparing to walk out of the door in the rain, I saw a familiar figure-it was my mother! Mom is coming with an umbrella. I'm so excited! Mother hit the umbrella on our heads and covered it tightly. We walked to the car together.

When I got to the bus, my mother quickly handed me the meal she had cooked and said, "Eat quickly, and review it when we get to the class!" " "good!" I nodded. I was so hungry that I swallowed delicious food like a hungry wolf. My mother looked at me and smiled. Without thinking, I asked, "Mom, have you eaten yet?" "Oh, I haven't eaten yet. I scooped a lot today. If you can't finish it, I'll eat it in class later." Mom is a little at a loss.

It turns out that my mother said every day that she would tidy up and come to class with me. She is not tidying up, but eating my leftovers! No wonder she scoops so much every day. It turns out that it's our rice, and I haven't noticed it all this time. For a while, I felt that I was so hateful that I let my mother eat my leftovers! I can't help feeling very guilty. I can't be calm for a long time. This meal clearly contains my mother's love. I gulped down the meal. This sweetness is an emotion, so I can still taste the sweet taste in my mouth.

sweetness is sometimes a taste and sometimes an emotion, but emotion is always sweeter than taste! Sweet topic composition 8

Today's American literature class is really special! In class, I found a big box in the corner of the classroom, on which were written three striking Chinese characters: King of Orange. I think: Last class, the teacher said that the students who collected the most idioms with antonyms would be rewarded. Is the prize a mandarin orange? Whatever, we'll know in class.

After class, the teacher said to the students with a smile, "Children, have you collected idioms with antonyms? Please raise your hand if you have collected the children. " Oh! Everyone raised their hands. "Well, let me see ..." The teacher said as she picked up Li Shipeng's homework. "Ah, there are so many, so many articles!" The teacher nodded with satisfaction. "Come, read it to the students. Remember, children! " The students all picked up their pens. Suddenly, there was only the sound of Li Shipeng's reading and writing in the classroom ... < P > "Please raise your hand if you remember more than 15 children." Many students raised their hands.