1. Writing a paragraph with her happy grade as the head

What I want to do most is to honor my parents.

"All evils are the first, and all the virtues's filial piety is the first." From the religious point of view, whether it is the heaven and hell of western Christianity or the bliss and bitterness of Buddhism, it is unanimously said that people who fail to honor their parents will eventually fall into the bitterness of hell.

From this, it can be seen that filial piety is what we should do as children, which is not only a task, but also an obligation! Don't say that when mother is in labor, she has to suffer 12 levels of pain to bring us into this wonderful and fantastic world. Our parents brought us up with great pains.

I don't mean that only when we are happy will our parents be happy. We will always be a pearl in the hands of our parents, which can be viewed from a distance without being ridiculous. Just remembering one thing is enough to show that we should honor our parents.

I remember it was last semester. I was joking with my classmates, and my classmates accidentally hurt my eyes. I was so scared. Eyes are the windows to the soul! What should I do if my eyes are blind because of this! I called my mother anxiously and told her why.

Inadvertently, I shed tears of regret. I thought my mother would yell at me loudly after hearing the news, but what I didn't expect was that my mother was sobbing vaguely on the phone.

I was shocked and stood in the same place. I don't know when the microphone in my hand slipped. Ah, I see, I see, how important I am in my mother's mind.

I cried, and I was sad beyond words! I hate myself. Why do I joke with my classmates so much that my mother is sad because of such a huge disaster? If I can master the discretion of joking, then it will be calm and nothing will happen. Mother hurried from Haikou by taxi. She looked at my injured eyes, and I found tears in my mother's eyes. When I saw it, I rushed to snuggle up on my mother's shoulder, and I cried, so that passers-by could not bear it and lost tears.

after my mother took me to the hospital, she was busy, watching the doctor "brush" out one checklist after another, and holding my hand to check this and that. My heart ached and I was in great pain.

after the examination, I decided to stay in the hospital. I was lying in the hospital bed, but my mother just sat on the bench, leaning against the hospital bed and staring at me.

That night, my mother didn't sleep a wink ... The next day, the morning light shone on my bedding. When I sat up, I saw the breakfast my mother bought for me on the table next to me. When I first saw my mother, I saw that her eyes were filled with bright red blood, and her eyes turned black like panda eyes.

I'm really sorry, mom! Ah, my good mother, I swear I will repay you and honor you when I grow up, otherwise it will be difficult to live up to your motherly love for me! I also want to shout loudly: All the children in Qian Qian, you must honor your parents. This is the duty of life and the mission of history! It's not a one-and-a-half day thing to be filial to your parents. You have to have the same love as parents take care of their children. Alas, as the poet Meng Haoran said, "but how much love has the inch-long grass, I got three spring rays." 2. The composition begins with a 6-word composition in which he (she) smiled happily < P > After class, I habitually walked to my friend Jie's desk.

she is crying. Undoubtedly, it was her deskmate who provoked it. Jay has a scar the size of a coin on his arm, which has just been scalded. As a good friend of Jay's, I hit him twice. Finally, when he was about to go out, I blocked the door and wanted to see what he was going to do. As a result, he made fun of me, so I tried to hit him as a joke. Of course, I hit him ...

Some people said that he had a palm print on his back and that he was crying. Hehe, how is that possible? How can he cry so easily? Besides, my stroke was not that heavy. I can't believe it, but it's true.

so I wrote a note to apologize to him, and wrote many pieces, but he didn't accept it.

Actually, I didn't really want to hit him. Like him, I was just joking. Who knew things would turn out like that?

I looked at him stupidly with a wry smile in my heart. I blame myself for hitting him, and I blame him for not dodging.

it's been almost a month, and Jay and he are still good deskmates. And what about me? Jay told me that every time she mentioned me, he would tell her not to say anything. It seems that he really hates me.

"Come on, don't forgive if you don't forgive. I have many friends with him." I can only comfort myself like this. From then on, I avoided him because I didn't want to see him, not to mention he didn't want to see me.

By chance, Jay and I came out of the store and met him. He asked Jay to treat him. Of course, that was just a joke. I had no idea that he was still talking to me. He smiled and said, "You hit me."

-5 words. 3. A 6-word composition with that incident as the topic

Recalling the past, there are many times. That time, I smiled; At that time, I was really sorry ... It was the first time that these experiences made me understand the happiness of life, the preciousness of friendship, the hardships of forging ahead and the responsibilities I paid ... I really understood the connotation of life and grew up and matured.

At a recent school meeting, the teacher told me to stand in line to receive the prize. At that time, I was very excited and nervous when President Wei announced the winners of the radio exercise competition and the handwritten newspaper. When I got to the podium, when President Wei handed me the certificate, I took it with a sense of pride. When we all turned around for everyone to see, I saw the heads of thousands or even tens of thousands of students, one by one, like a group of ants, like a pile of sesame seeds, like a mass of stones. Ah! That feeling is so proud.

when I recall the production process at that time, I can't help but sigh: our hard work was not in vain. At that time, the day before the handwritten newspaper was due, our

handwritten newspaper was unfortunately torn in half, and we had no choice but to do it again. We bought a piece of paper, gave up the lunch break and made it in the dormitory. We didn't have crayons, so we asked our mother to get them from home quickly. On that day

night, it was finally finished. We quickly contacted the teacher, but fortunately, the teacher was there, otherwise we wouldn't have handed it in. In this way, a few days later, someone told me that we had won the prize. I was so happy that I didn't close my eyes for a day and a night. < P > I couldn't help saying to people, "Our hard work was not in vain."

This time, I won't leave the stage to receive the prize. It taught us something: to succeed, we must work hard. There is a song that sings well: "How can we see the rainbow without experiencing storms? No one can succeed casually ..." 4. Mom is happy.

Mom, I love you in my own way.

My mother is a typical oriental woman, intelligent and virtuous. She is willing to give everything for her family, husband and daughter. She puts all her energy into it. But I'm not a good boy in the traditional sense. Since I was a child, I didn't want to blindly obey my parents' opinions. I always adhered to my own principles and always wanted to go my own way. Because I always think that more often, my parents and I are equal, and I hope they can respect me. Although my mother and I often have conflicts for this reason, she finally accepted my "harsh" requirements with the tolerance of maternal love. Maybe I can't do the traditional filial piety, but I love my mother in my own way.

I think it is parents' greatest wish that their children can get real happiness and live independently. Although living according to parents' wishes can make them happy for a while, if they can't get real happiness, they will still feel sorry for me for a long time. So even though it often gives my mother a headache, I still have to go my own way. Maybe it was painful at first, but when I succeeded, my mother was happier than anyone else. She knew that her child had really grown up.

Mother is an ingenious person, and no housework can beat her, especially cooking. It's a pity that my daughter didn't inherit any genes in this respect. As a child. I have also worked hard to learn all kinds of needlework, such as knitting, embroidery, sewing and so on. I promise I will study hard every time, but I always want my mother to help me clean up the tragedy. After numerous failures, my mother finally gave up the desire to train me to inherit her mantle.

I wish I could knit a sweater for my mother myself, but I can't even knit a rag. How I wish I could embroider a beautiful orchid on my mother's shirt, but unfortunately I will only break my finger; How I wish I could sew a skirt for my mother, but in the end the skirt became a rag; How I wish I could cook in person and cook a delicious meal for my mother, but unfortunately I can't even cook porridge. I am a clumsy daughter. I can't ask other capable daughters to help my mother with housework and share her hard work. Fortunately, I have my own way to make up for it. I will make facial cleanser, hand cream and cream for my mother. I hope that the years will not take away her beauty and that hard work will not make her hands dry. Maybe I didn't do as well as those famous brands, but my mother felt it and understood my efforts. Holding my mother's rough hand, thinking about her efforts for me, I feel that I have done too little.

Although my mother won't read this article, I still love my mother in my own way. Although I can't express it, my loving mother can feel it. Although there are few things I can do for my mother, everything is sincere. 5. Write an essay on happiness < P > I still remember my mother's birthday last year, which was my happiest day.

as soon as I got up in the morning, I smelled a smell of vegetables-oh, today is mom's birthday, and dad is cooking! Mom is on the day shift today, so she must not know that we are going to celebrate her birthday! As soon as I thought of this, I laughed happily.

what kind of gift should I prepare for my mother? Buy a big cake. I came to the cake shop and bought a big cake with the lucky money I had saved for a long time. But that's not enough! I immediately "had a plan": make a fruit platter! I took out the fruit and the plate and sat up carefully. First, I put a big circle along the edge of the plate with dates, then peeled off the oranges and put them on the inner circle of the jujube circle one by one. Then, cut the apples into pieces, put them in circles, and put some delicious fruits, and you're done! In this way, the fruit is placed in a circle, which is very beautiful and really "eat", so it can be used for two purposes! I put the fruit platter and a plate of warm water on the chair and wrote a small note on it: please wash your hands before eating!

at this moment, dad has cooked the meal and brought it to the table. Now just turn off the light and wait for mom to come back quietly. I just turned off the light when the door rang with a bang, and my mother came back! Dad and I immediately hid behind the sofa. In less than a second, we heard the voice of mother changing shoes, and then she saw the note and began to wash her hands. Just at that moment, I stood up, turned on the light quickly, and then sang "Happy Birthday to you" with my father in chorus. Mother was frightened by this sudden surprise. She sat on the sofa, sipping my fruit platter. We ate a big cake box and delicious rice. Mother shouted, "I'm full!" " Said, and made a "earth-shattering" hiccup. We all laughed, so bright and naive ...

On that day, I was not only proud of my "craftsmanship", but also so bright and happy with my mother's smile! 6. Write a short composition ending with "She feels extremely happy" < P > The sunshine is very warm. It was gloomy all morning, as if the clouds were about to cry, and the genius would gently help them. Maybe as long as we persist, we can also get the happiness we want. It feels romantic.

I ran briskly and smiled with relief. There is a window in front of me, and the sun is pouring enthusiastically. I can't help but throw myself into the warmth of nature. In the sunshine, I seemed to see the smiling face of the angel, and that faint and sweet smile became a landscape. The sunshine was set on my body, my eyes blinked, and I jumped like a deer, and I smiled with satisfaction. A little happiness is like a flower. The fragrance of flowers intoxicated me; The splendor of the sunshine makes me light. I feel that the angel is very happy.

everyone has a pair of wings, and he longs to walk like heaven because of them. End the toil and floating life under the contrast of pure white and holy light, and be happy in the lost liberation. However, heaven is far away, butterflies can't fly over the sea, and tears can't become diamonds. People complain about their wings in bitterness and astringency, and their wings are gradually moving away from people. In the days without the comfort of wings, people live harder, and hard work has become the source of happiness. So everyone has a paradise, where they have their own pure truths. In happiness, a little bit can also be an excessive joy for people.

Outside the window, high up, the sun is red, yellow and yellow, but it is bright and lovely. In a sense, the sun is like our life. We are also trying to burn ourselves when we are alive. Young life, do you know that time is leaving you? We ran hard, eager to catch the passing time. The golden years are shining in the sunshine, and I cherish them beautifully. Spring is coming, and everything will face another chance. Fly, boy, and your dream will become a beautiful sunshine again.

sometimes, I really want to support a long pole, carry a boat full of colorful stars and sing softly in my dreams at night. The water is full of smiling faces of angels. I quietly can't bear to disturb any natural smile. That kind of silence, like a wisp of drizzle in the dark night, knocks my heart, and one melody after another dances around like a butterfly. I feel the meaning of life like a reed in the night. The airflow diffused into a mist on the lake, rippling gently, as if a natural ink landscape painting was flowing overhead, and I smiled gently.

The life of senior three has become a arithmetic progression. I'm calculating bit by bit. Today, I have a little eye-catching, and tomorrow I am lost again. A person who has long been afraid of mathematics is now faced with such a lengthy calculation and has to try to accept it. With so much energy and time, it is for the final result. However, right and wrong are seen in an instant. Therefore, I am ambivalent. There are too many things to weigh in this world, and too many results dominate everything. On the way to school, I grew up in longing. For an answer, I walked forward without hesitation, no matter whether the result would be bitter or beautiful. The third year of high school crossed the two banks, like a meteor, but it has an endless tail. In the end, I was either wonderful because of my senior three or drowned because of my senior three. However, precious memories are hard to recall for a lifetime. In the sunshine, I feel that the third year of high school is smiling, maybe it should be an angel's smile! Suddenly, she felt extremely happy and the sun shone warmly. 7. Write a 65-word composition on the topic "He (she) is coming"

He is coming < p