In study, work and even life, everyone has tried to write essays. Compositions require a complete chapter structure, and you must avoid compositions without endings.

Do you know how to write a good essay?

Below is a composition about ideal topics that I have carefully compiled. You are welcome to read it. I hope you will like it.

Essay on the topic of ideals 1 Meiji, pasta, tortellini, chocolate, ice cream, Chinese food... By the way, you are so smart. My ideal is to be a gourmet, a world-famous gourmet, that should be a

What a pleasant thing!

"Ding-a-ling-a-ling, ding-a-ling-a-ling..." My phone number was almost buzzing with countless well-known chefs, all inviting me to taste their new creations.

When they bring a new work in front of me, I will evaluate the shape, color, taste, mouthfeel, nutritional combination, etc. of the work. I will give a positive evaluation of the delicious taste and unparalleled texture of the work, and I will also evaluate the work.

Provide improvement suggestions for their shortcomings to make their works more perfect.

And recommend the delicacies they make to people all over the world to taste, and become the world's delicacies.

What a proud and joyful thing this should be!

When I sit in a super luxurious hotel, the beautiful music flying in the splendid room is really pleasing to the eye; tasting the unparalleled food is even more intoxicating.

When I walk in the streets and alleys of various countries, whether it is bustling or quiet, passers-by will take the initiative to say hello to me when they see me: "Hello! Ms. Fu Jiaqi, the gourmet foodie, can you sign your autograph for me?" "Thank you!

Thank you! "How proud I was at that time!

I love food, and I love recommending food to people all over the world, so that people can enjoy the happiness and pleasure brought by food.

Foodies, what a treat!

Essay on the Topic of Ideals 2 In those unruly years, life longed to be guided by dreams.

I have been confused, wandering, and even scared. What is my ideal?

Where is my future path?

When I was a child, I loved reading. What attracted me at that time were the uniquely conceived stories. But as I grew up, I began to like prose. Zhang Xiaofeng’s writing is like the heat of the sun, the purity of frost and snow, and each chapter has the fragrance of winter plums.

Each word is like a pearl knocking on ice, and her world is a clear and clear gurgling stream without any dust.

Xi Murong's article presents a soothing music style and is full of pastoral pastoral sentiment. Her memories are of love stories under the maple trees.

Later, I indulged myself in Tang poetry and Song lyrics, where there was the desolation and solemnity of Gao Cen and his wife in the sunset, there were thousands of trees with snow like pear blossoms, and Li Bai's love was like the surging Yellow River, his aspirations were as bright as the stars, and he was as beautiful as the hibiscus on the clear water.

There is Du Fu who writes about the sufferings of the world with his ripples of pen; there is Li Qingzhao, whose poems are full of fragrance, expressing his fresh and elegant daughter's heart; there is also Su Shi, who is chic, calm and self-sufficient. Listening to the sound of the passing river in his pen, there is a kind of heroism of his own.

The spirit lingers in my heart, and the wonderful artistic conception in the literary world is like the bright moonlight that permeates the scenery of the four seasons in my life, making me intoxicated and not knowing where to go.

Composition 3 on the topic of ideals. I started my own creation, writing essays, sometimes one or two sentences, sometimes hundreds of words. Although I lack literary talent, every time I look at the bits and pieces I recorded, my true feelings are like walking through the four seasons again.

, walking through the years, watching how a naive and innocent girl walked all the way and moved towards her ideal step by step.

I like to gain inspiration while traveling. I like to sit in a spacious and bright station wagon and watch the sun shine in and follow the traffic. I like to see the twinkling lights of the city through the small window of the airplane at night, like life.

The rhythm of music; I like to sit alone on the beach and watch the distant sea and sky meet, and listen to the waves hitting the rocks deep in my memory. These are the sources of my creation. I strive to create a world of my own, a quiet and peaceful one.

, a fresh and free place.

I want fireworks to fall in Yangzhou in March, I want to walk in the south of the Yangtze River with ink painting, I want to walk in the rain on a lonely mountain and listen to the temple bells, I want to go to Dunhuang to feel the pure nature, I want to walk in the snow in winter to explore the Zun Canal, I want to lie in bed in the summer

In the fragrant lavender fields, and then on every flower evening, moonlit night, and snowy morning, I write down with pen the warmth and inexplicable touch that this world brings me. I feel attached to it and my thoughts spread.

Lived, loved, and wrote, this is my ideal.