Concerned about excellent composition 1, obsessed with many past events; The fragrance of flowers has intoxicated me for many years. What I always care about is those days in my memory, that feeling.
I always spend the New Year in my hometown. I have always been very concerned about the simple people in my hometown, that simple homesickness.
I care about firecrackers in the New Year. Different from gorgeous fireworks, the thick and simple roar of firecrackers always has a strong flavor of the year. My brother and I ran out of the door cheering and playing in the happy firecrackers. At this time, grandma limped out of the door and dragged us back to the house, chanting: "Come back to the house quickly, don't catch cold." At that time, when she was young, that delicate care was always overshadowed by firecrackers, but that warmth melted in firecrackers and flowed through my heart. That's what I care about.
Damn it, Mountain hare, I care. It's bound to snow after New Year's Eve. Snow is so pure. As long as it falls, the small village with blue bricks and tiles will have a different style. At this time, I was thinking about Mountain hare made by my grandma. It's bright outside, and grandpa always says it's troublesome to get dirty. My mouth was dented and my tears kept falling. Grandma's eyes lit up and magically took out a small bucket: "Put away the snow and go home to be Mountain hare." After I said that, my little hand got into grandma's big hand and entered the house happily. Mountain hare is round, and the eyes of two red beans are warm. I can't put it down. Grandma didn't speak, rubbed her swollen and cracked hands, looked at me lovingly and smiled. Her wrinkles are getting deeper and deeper and her eyes are round. With such a smile, there is only a crack in her eyes. I teased my grandmother: "This Mountain hare is just like you, with fat and warm eyes." Mountain hare, so warm and close, often appears in my dreams and haunts the sweetness of my childhood. That's what I care about.
I haven't returned to my hometown for many years, and I miss it more and more. Standing in front of the door again, my worries and thoughts surge together, occupying my heart like a flood. I want to laugh, but my nose is sour. Once upon a time, it was only here that my brother and I could chase each other in the backyard; Only here can I sleep without scruple; Only here can I have the days I care about and the homesickness I care about. Now, only the old house stands alone, leaving only a "demolition" that hurts my eyes. Everything seems to have changed, and nothing seems to have changed. Grandma seems to be still so close to the door, carrying a bucket of snow and wearing a coat, calling me over.
Old houses will change, but my homesickness will never change.
I care. I will always care.
I care about excellent composition 2. Time flies at my fingertips, like a blink of an eye. Thoughts fly back to the lost years and suddenly look back. There are too many concerns and concerns in my heart. Maybe it's because time has changed me. When I grow up and understand, my previous indifference will become my present concern. One sunny morning, I was lounging on the sofa, flipping through gossip magazines, and my mother was cleaning up the messy living room. Suddenly, my mother stopped her work and came to me. She seems to have something else in her hand, but I don't care. I'm still looking through the magazine in my hand. She said happily, "Look, daughter, this is a picture of you when you were a child!" " "I put the magazine aside, took the photos curiously, and then lost in thought. Opening the closed door of memory with a yellow key, I still clearly remember the picture of a woman holding a little girl and patiently and difficultly feeding her food, but the girl refused to eat all the time, muttering, "I don't eat, you go away ... I don't want you, you go away." The girl lost her temper, cried and made noise, grabbed the woman's messy black hair, grabbed her cheek with pointed nails, and dropped her bowl on the ground. Ah, that little girl who was not sensible in those days was me. That woman is my great mother. "Daughter, what's the matter with you? Are you okay? "Mom's words pulled me back from distant thoughts. I stared at my mother. Her forehead was covered with glittering and translucent sweat, her eyes were covered with wrinkles, her hair was no longer black, and her mother was no longer young. "Mom, you have changed. "I choked back tears and my voice was obviously choked." Really? Am I okay? "I bowed my head and was silent. I didn't dare to look straight at my mother and shed tears in front of her. At this time, I obviously feel a little sour in my heart, because I care. I'm afraid my mother will grow old because of me. I'm afraid of my mother's white hair. I care about my mother very much. ......
Time flies, taking away my mother's youth. My mother has changed. She is old. I never cared before, but I care now. Time is cruel and kind at the same time. Although it took away my mother's youth, it gave me growth and let me know how to care.
Care about excellent composition 3 Remember when we sat at the same table? After class, we always hold hands and lie on the windowsill, looking at the clouds and birds in the sky, and we won't get tired of saying more childish things. In the evening, we went out for a walk together and counted the stars lightly, as if our eyes were blinking. We can't hear more noise, only our real laughter is in our hearts.
I can't forget you, and your figure echoes in my heart. And that sweet smile, it smells like honey. I just think you are an excellent girl.
But time has erased everything, and now, after we are separated, I can only look at you from a distance. You didn't say a word when you met me. How many times have I tried to speak, but your eyes refused? You passed me at the moment, but you didn't look at me. Leaving only a cold figure, leaving winter in my heart. ...
Have we changed, or what Come back, I care about you!
You and I are sisters at the same table. We all play the cutest roles in the world, pouting, pretending to be angry, trying very hard to squeeze out two "Jin Doudou", but "laughing" and ruining everything. We are extremely happy playmates at the same table.
The wind brushed my cheek, leaving not only sadness, but also nostalgia for you! Suddenly I feel that the world is so big that it is so difficult to say a word in a class! Looking back on the scene at that time, I failed in the exam and the world was in a haze. I can't breathe under the pressure of the storm, or you are comforting me: this is good enough ~ don't be sad, let alone cry ~ squeeze it slowly! I couldn't help laughing, but I saw your flowery face and saw the bright red 100 on your desk. You don't brag about your good grades, but you try your best to comfort me. You are the only one in the class who cares about me.
The second hand ticks, and I don't know how many days and nights have passed. You have gradually alienated me. I often sit in my seat and look at you, only to see you chatting with your good friends with relish. I walked up to you gently and wanted to join you, only to find that we had already lost the same language. How I wish you could look back! Look at the pace of time, on the long road, I am still watching you!
I know you won't read this composition, and I know this composition will only be appreciated by yourself, but I hope you know that I still care about you! Come back and let me talk to you again. ...
Concerned about excellent composition 4 (1)
Outside the window, the brocade quilt is not warm.
When I was in Jiafu's deep house, I saw the magnificent Qionglou Yuyu, carved with golden jade and colorful. I break down easily, but I'm on pins and needles. How many people who depend on others like me can sleep peacefully on a jade pillow? My dead mother is in the sky, my old father is in my hometown, and I live humbly in this gorgeous and cold mansion. Ahem! Looking at the rain outside the window hitting the banana, I fell to the ground lonely, couldn't help but gently cover my handkerchief and burst into tears. "Miss Lin, Mrs. Wang heard that you were not feeling well, and specially asked me to send ginseng." I don't know where the maid smiled crocodile tears, sent ginseng, exchanged a few pleasantries and left. Looking at the luxuriously packaged ginseng, tears blurred my vision.
What I care about is not precious supplements, but your heartfelt care.
(2)
The hall is very big and crowded with people.
I was fixed on the snow-white wall by a beautiful picture frame, which contained representatives from all over the world. They are holding a lot of money, intoxicated not by my charming smile, but by the endless fame and fortune I can bring them. I know that Leonardo da Vinci gave me the immortal smile of Mona Lisa for the world to appreciate, and I also know that the people below are vying for fame and fortune at high prices. "Bang", the last word. I was sent to a man with money in his eyes. He bought me off with money that could save countless African refugees. I wonder if he saw the helplessness behind my beautiful smile.
What I care about is not attention and fame, but your sincere appreciation.
(3)
The cold wind is blowing and the noise is constant.
I stood on the busiest street in Beijing, holding the famous Song Erquan reflecting the moon with my frozen hands. I am A Bing, and I will live in darkness forever. Although the red light is shining high, I still can't see a ray of light. I heard the sound of coins falling into the bowl, and I also heard a little pity or ridicule. My heart is colder and my world is darker.
What I care about is not a few sympathy, but your respect for me.
Flowers care whether people look pleasing to the eye; Water in the heart cares whether the fish live comfortably; The earth cares whether everything lives and works in peace. What I care about is whether my feelings are clear, and whether I care about my heart.
Caring for excellent composition 5 The past is gone forever. If you only care about the past, how can there be a future?
For example. I used to care about my past achievements and everything in the past, and I also wanted to know if I did well. After every exam, I will compare this score with others. If I feel good, I think I can always be good, so I will play all day. If my score is surprisingly poor next time, I will think I may always be like this and give up on myself. In fact, the past is over, so why care about past achievements? When one day I understood this truth, I began to pursue the future and stopped thinking about what I used to be. As a result, my grades are like bamboo poles, getting higher and higher until I finally rank among the top three in my class.
What's more, when I first started writing a composition, I could say that I spent all day reading past compositions, watching the click-through rate and seeing how many eggs and flowers there were. It was this mentality that led me to make no progress for a long time. At that time, I saw my name searched on Baidu and found many of my works. I feel very honored and proud, but after a while, I found that my footprints no longer appeared on the front page and my works no longer appeared in the headlines. I was depressed for a long time and vowed to concentrate on writing my composition and forget about the past. I did it. From now on, there are at least dozens of my works, but I haven't seen one on the Internet. So, I don't know how many eggs and flowers I have now. I only know that I am satisfied and happy now. I am making progress every day. I make a budget for the future every day. I live a full day.
Is there a future if you care too much about the past? The past has been owned or lost, and it is useless to think about it again. It is better to spend some time thinking about what to do in the future and what to do now. Come on, everybody ! !
Caring for Excellent Composition 6 What will never change in China is parents' love for their children in life. They don't care about their children's behavior habits, but only about their academic performance. In order to let children surpass others in a certain respect and gain a foothold in society, it is just that these things are not done right and they care too much.
In order to shape a child who studies perfectly, it is well-intentioned and will spend a lot of money to train his own children. Any shortcomings of children cannot escape their eyes.
I have been obedient and sensible since I was a child. I thought I could avoid a bullet perfectly, but I couldn't escape Wuzhishan after all. My parents began to look for my shortcomings like a beast with a flat stomach and were dissatisfied with my grades. Every day, I face the impartial face of the interrogator like a criminal, and that sharp eye hurts me all the time.
In the eyes of others, I am a well-fed person, but when I get home, I lack warm sunshine in my study.
Since the third grade, my parents have paid more attention to my homework than before, as if they were checking the tax book instead of the exercise book. And my dislike for them is growing day by day, and I am numb in the face of their harsh words.
The laughter at home has long since disappeared, only a severe reprimand. Every word of my parents is a kind of irony and a kind of urging in my ears. My parents blocked my idleness with my body and let me run forward.
But I can't stand it. The volcano inside me finally erupted. I let out everything I put up with before. After a burst of rage, my heart was unobstructed, but my mother was as frightened as a bird, and she couldn't let go for a long time.
That night, she cried, and I hung my head as if I had made a mistake.
Looking back now, I am really ashamed of my behavior at that time. The harsh words of my parents are actually a spur to me, in order to let me grow up. The original intention of all this is that I can walk the rest of my life by myself, rather than becoming a helpless dou.
You won't drown if you fall into the water, but you will drown if you stay in the water. Only by swimming and swimming desperately can we get rid of it. Those who give up from the beginning, they will not face failure, because they failed from the beginning. Parents' advice when most needed is least heeded, and their care, even excessive care, makes us invincible.
It's not too late to care about excellent composition 7. The light of the convenience store on the corner is already on. I walked out of the store, braved the cold wind, took instant noodles and continued to walk home.
Pushing open the door, my brother keenly smelled the unusual smell and immediately reported to his mother: "I don't eat instant noodles!" " Let my sister get acne. "I'm not to be outdone." I won't give it to you if you want to eat! How nosy! I haven't said anything about you yet! When my mother was away, I blinked at the dining table, the printer was stuffed with all kinds of toys, and my book was covered with toy seals ... "I chattered and drowned his ears with saliva.
My brother covered his ears and looked at me resentfully again. Now my mother will blame me again. Almost every time I quarrel with my brother, no matter who is right or wrong, the result is: my brother is wronged and my sister is scolded.
Alas, always leave the worst side to the closest relatives. In fact, I don't care what he does, but sometimes I think it's fun to bicker with my brother. Besides, naughty brother should let me set the settings.
To tell the truth, my brother can be cute sometimes. Before entering my room, he would "observe words and observe colors" and then knock on the door in a standard way. After I agreed, I put my slippers at the door and quietly came in, borrowing things weakly, like a bear, with elegant shape. Every time my mother tells a story to my brother, my brother will point to the words in the book, and sometimes he will read them casually and intermittently. I couldn't help laughing when I saw such a small child absorbed in reading words he didn't understand.
Dude, I don't really care! When you looked at my bowl and piteously asked me for some noodles, I was so willing to share this delicious food with you. Sometimes, I threaten not to let you eat instant noodles just to see your greed. When you are jumping on the sofa, I scream for fear that you will fall; When you refused to turn off your computer on time, I swore at the power cord because I was worried that you would wear heavy glasses like me in the future. Every time I accept my mother's task and go to a small shop to make soy sauce, I hold your little hand tightly, for fear of any mistake. ...
Actually, I don't care. I don't care if you complain in front of mom, if you dirty my room, if you eat all those delicious cookies.
-But why do I care?
Caring for excellent composition 8 caring, caring, what is caring? Is he (she) paying attention to you or caring about you? Maybe neither, maybe she (he) is silently accompanying you and doing everything for you.
13 slowly passed. When we look back at the road we have traveled, we will always find that there are some people who have accompanied you through the long road of 13.
When I was born in this world, she was already silently protecting me. She is also my mentor, teaching me to walk, teaching me to talk and teaching me everything she can. I fell down, the lump hurt, and I cried. She won't comfort me, but will help me up slowly and teach me how to do better. Maybe I didn't notice it then. When I fall and get hurt, her head always sweats. I don't think she cares about me at all.
I'm growing up. When I was a child, I was very naughty. Once, I was so playful that I went to my friend's house to play all afternoon. She knew nothing about it and looked for me all over the street. When I got home, it was already dark. She grabbed me in front of her, hit me hard, swollen my hand and made me kneel for two hours to rub the washboard. I thought she didn't care about me, but I didn't see the tears flashing in her eyes when she hit me.
At the age of 9, the family's economic conditions were not good. She went abroad and left me. No matter how much I tried to persuade her and cried, she still went and left everything behind. I think she is really cruel, regardless of my feelings, a person flew away. She really doesn't care about me. But what I didn't know was that every night after going abroad, she was Lacrimosa, and my mind was full of bits and pieces.
Three years later, she came back, her hair was white. I am grown up and sensible. I recalled the past and understood her sweat, her tears and the white line. She has always cared about me. She just doesn't express them on her face, but in her heart. What she expresses is an invisible love, because only in this way can I be strong, grow up and truly become a "person".
Now, I just want to say to her, "Thank you, Mom!" " "I know, you always care about me.
Caring for excellent composition 9 "I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care at all." Although I keep saying this, I don't think so in my heart. Do I really care? Don't! I care. I've always been there. I gave up everything in order to see my goodness in others' eyes. Although I am as playful as before, I don't want to change myself all the time.
It was compared again! Still being compared! Why compare! Why is it better than! Why do you always have a problem with yourself! Let's race! This is not the first time. What do you care? Yes! What do I care? I care about what others think of me, what others think of me, and how others treat me. Growing up, I didn't do anything well and did everything wrong. My family often compares me with other children and always says they are good in front of me. Who knows, I have shed tears for my mistakes and blamed myself for my unsatisfactory achievements. You can punish me, punish me for being useless, punish me for being incompetent. However, please don't compare me with others.
I am used to pushing myself to do everything well, but I can't do anything well, but I never give up. I've been trying. I hope I can get your approval. Because I want you to know that they are not the only ones, they can do it, so can I, just don't want you to deny me again. In order to win your beautiful image, I lost myself. I don't even know what I want, but I just pursue what you want.
I want to be myself, just for the image in your mind, which makes me very tired. I want to find my original self. I don't care about your attitude towards me! Don't care! Don't care!
Care about excellent composition 10 because you don't care, it doesn't matter how I hurt you.
Because I don't care, I can walk so smartly when I leave.
After leaving for a few days, my world seems to have disappeared. Actually, you didn't disappear, I just ran away. I have been sad and decadent without you, but in your eyes, I asked for it? Yeah, you don't care about me at all. So can you pretend not to leave? Is our friendship really worthless in your eyes? But I care, I really care!
Yesterday, I heard the male classmate in front mention you, which touched my pain. At this time, I always look up to stop the tears from overflowing. I say something against my will to some people and things every day, and my heart is full of seemingly happy smiles, so I feel really happy. I buried my pain and loneliness in my heart and waited until late at night to share it alone, licking my pain, chewing my loneliness and partying alone. Maybe no one in this world can understand me. You said you were my friend, so let me ask you! What am I in your eyes? ..... In fact, there is no one who knows me at all in this world, or I just haven't met,,,
Walking in the street in the evening, looking at the bustling crowd, trying to find some traces of our past, only to find a bunch of meaningless memories. I'm just a passer-by around you. I can't take anything away, and I can't leave anything behind. ...
You don't care about me, you don't care about me, you don't even know. I have been watching you silently, even though you have left, because you never understand ... in fact, we regard you as a good friend. ...
I thought you'd come back, only to find that we went further and further in the opposite direction.
Come on, forget what you did to me. ...
The wind blows again, gently, raise your hair tip, close your eyes, raise your mouth and smile until the wind stops.