In daily study, work or life, everyone is familiar with compositions. Compositions require a complete chapter structure, and you must avoid compositions without endings.
How to write a thoughtful and literary composition?
The following is the story I compiled about me and my composition. You are welcome to share it.
The story of me and the composition 1: Walking among the groves, feeling the breeze blowing from the dark side, I seem to be excited for it, and every pore is relaxed.
Listen to the voice of nature; feel the beauty of nature; appreciate the scenery of nature.
Nature is so beautiful.
Listen to the tinkling sound of the spring water in the forest, the gurgling water flowing from an unknown source to the mountainside, and then to the foot of the mountain... Watch the autumn leaves flying, listen to the rain and the duckweed.
Favor and disgrace are forgotten together.
In fact, every scenery in nature intoxicates us and adds a lot of brilliance and laughter to us.
"Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen." The rain is always falling, one after another, not heavy but fine, dripping on the leaves and dripping in the soil.
Tick, tick... ripples appeared on the water.
I don’t know since when, the raindrops began to become thinner, and slowly turned into mist. In the haze, a thin gauze garment rose up from the water, looming, just like the water in the myth overflowing the golden mountain.
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After the spring rain, the scenery is different again, full of lively atmosphere.
The sky also set up a rainbow for this purpose.
Butterflies and bees are also busy.
Look, even the grass is joining in the fun, breaking out of the boundless land, pulling out bright yellow buds, stretching their delicate green leaves, and eye-catching large tracts.
The soft grass and moist air make people feel like they are back to the happy and free time of childhood.
Take a deep breath, infinite reveries appear before your eyes, how relaxing and beautiful it is.
Walking among the woods, the first thing that catches your eye is the stunningly green and dazzling green trees.
They exist in groups of three and five, with different shapes.
There are short ones, and there are huge ones. The short ones are no more than one or two meters, and the tall ones tower into the sky, looking like they want to compete with God.
When the breeze blows, the leaves rustle and the fallen leaves float down. Of course, the birds in the forest are not idle either, chirping non-stop, as if they want to show people their singing voices and also play a song for the forest.
In the symphony, the fallen leaves danced like gentlemen, adding a lot of charm to the forest, making people intoxicated.
Story of Me and Composition 2 I have lived with my grandma since I was a child, and grandma knows me best.
Grandma knows that my health is not good, especially my spleen and stomach.
Grandma has always insisted on reading books and TV programs about health preservation. She bought a lot of health preservation books, some of which were placed in the bookcase and some scattered on the bed. Whenever she had time, she would read them without even raising her head.
She has read most of these books.
I often sit next to her and see her wearing a pair of reading glasses, as if she is constantly thinking about something.
Grandma learned about dietary therapy from a book, and later learned about muscle massaging from another book.
Grandma thinks that the muscle pinching method is more effective. Whenever she has the opportunity, she discusses the muscle pinching method with others.
My grandma tried it on me for a period of time, and the effect was indeed much more obvious than diet therapy. Grandma was very happy and squeezed it more vigorously.
Seeing my body getting stronger day by day, she persevered. As a result, she lasted four years.
One day I came home from school. The teacher didn't leave much homework that day, so I finished it quickly.
Just after dinner, my mother came back from get off work. I was so scared that my mother would review me again. At this time, my grandma asked me to massage my muscles. I was so happy. This saved me.
I lay comfortably on the bed, tilting my head and watching TV for a while.
The pinching muscles are pinched from the bottom of the body to the direction of the head. Normally, my grandma sits next to me and can touch my head with her hand. This time, grandma said: "Baby, move back, I can't reach it."
"Although this sentence was very light, it was like a thunderbolt from the blue. I suddenly realized that as I grew taller, my grandma was getting older.
I thought: I am growing up day by day, but grandma is getting old.
I can't live by pointing to her to squeeze my muscles. I have to train my body well and grow taller and stronger so that my grandma won't bother me because she can't squeeze my muscles.
I have never forgotten my grandma's care for me. Now that my body is very strong, I don't need grandma to worry about it.
My story with the composition 3 There are many animals I like, including rabbits with long ears and singing birds... But my favorite is the cute kitten I have at home.
On a sunny morning, my mother was knitting a sweater, I was doing my homework, and the kitten was playing beside me.
Suddenly, my mother shouted: "Ah! Where is my ball of wool?" I heard the sound.
At first glance, huh? The ball of wool is really gone, and so is the naughty kitten.
I ran to another room and was shocked when I saw what I saw: the kitten had a ball of wool in its mouth, and another ball fell on the ground. It was grabbing the ball of wool with its yellow claws, and its body was still there.
It was a great time rolling around on the yarn.
I ran over quickly and wanted to take back the wool.
Unexpectedly, when the kitten saw it, the fur all over its body stood up, and a pair of round eyes stared at me intently.