Write a composition in intonation

1. Write a composition of silent flowers by inhibition. There is such a thing in the world that it is neither earth-shattering nor earth-shattering.

Just let you in an instant, there is a kind of touch, a heartfelt touch, an unstoppable touch. Although, the flowers are silent.

Silent flowers bloom-the thick sunset gradually sets. I stood at the window and looked at the faint red, and my heart was inexplicably mixed with sadness. Just as I turned around, I suddenly saw a black bug crawling slowly on my desk, walking around aimlessly.

I frowned and was about to brush off the bug, only to find that this little black bug knocked down the glue bottle I put on the table. In an instant, the glue overflowed like a flood, and the insects suddenly fell into this "boundless sea of Wang Yang".

I suddenly became interested in how this bug can solve the difficulties in front of me. Is to give up? Or insist? I crouched at my desk and carefully observed the worm's every move.

At first, the bug struggled countless times and waved its hands and feet countless times, but the glue still left it firmly in this "sea". After a while, the movement of the bug gradually slowed down and finally stopped struggling.

I smiled sarcastically and didn't move. But at this moment, the bug made a move that surprised me-it actually bit off the hands and feet stuck by glue and walked out of the "sea"! In a flash, my eyes seemed to be in full bloom with a flower, a beautiful flower, a flower made of strength.

Although, the flowers are silent. Silent Flowers Bloom-Kindness This is an ancient fragrance. The bricks on the wall are uneven, and the scarlet paint on the window frame has already turned white.

An old beggar curled up at the end of this old lane. His eyes were so weak that it seemed to form a faded ancient painting by coincidence with this broken wall. Passers-by didn't notice the beggar, although the beggar's rags were so dazzling and his yellow face was so haggard.

I sighed and shook my head. At this moment, a little girl came running. She seems to be familiar with the road here. She jumped in front of the beggar and put two coins in the broken bowl.

The beggar looked up and his eyes seemed to be full of flowers, not beautiful but brilliant. The girl said, "Grandpa, I'll come back in a couple of days."

I only heard a shrill cry from outside the alley: "Baby, did you buy an popsicle?" Come on, come back after eating! "The girl replied in panic and ran to the end of the alley ... I froze. It turns out that there are such pure wonderful flowers in the world, although the flowers are silent.

Silent flowering is the surprise of "Another Village with a Bright Future", and it is even more touching that "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more". Although, the flowers are silent.

2. A teacher's composition "Three people must have a teacher" uses the method of intonation, which is a sentence said by Confucius.

Everyone has a teacher, according to their own preferences, a good teacher came into being, and I am no exception. My good teacher is Miss Wang. She teaches me Chinese now.

Although she is very strict with us, I firmly believe that "strict teachers make excellent students." She has been asking her classmates to be concise. For their study, the teacher moved her family to Fengzeyuan, not far from the school. She is not afraid of her classmates asking more questions and contacting her parents from time to time. Although she is not a class teacher, her efforts have far exceeded those of the class teacher. Isn't such a teacher worthy of our praise and praise?

I remember that on the eve of the final exam last semester, my grades dropped significantly. Teacher Wang and I have talked many times. Seeing that there was no improvement, she contacted my parents decisively, reflecting my problems in many aspects at school and my performance in class. The teacher not only raised questions, but also put forward many suggestions. What impressed me most was the conversation between my father and the teacher. In the first semester of senior high school, Mr. Wang and my father exchanged an essay "Spring". My father even remembers your composition in the first grade! "At that time, there were 46 students in the class who wrote a composition every two weeks. If you really count how many articles the teacher has to remember! Such a teacher is really touching, singing about the teacher's quality and crying about the teacher's hard work.

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I remember when I was in primary school, I wanted to be a people's teacher when I started school.

How easy it is to be a teacher! Isn't it just talk? Just practice tongue twisters more. But now my mind has changed. The teacher is so hard and tired. Is this the fate of teachers? This is what teachers should suffer. Should they be tired? Don't! Don't! Don't! You are wrong. This is not a teacher's fate, nor is it a teacher's pain and fatigue. This is the most bitter, tiring and sacred occupation chosen by all those who are willing to contribute selflessly.

Miss Wang! You are the white warrior in my heart. Although you didn't try your best to heal the wounded and rescue the dying in front of the hospital bed with your brilliant medical skills, you saved the innocent souls of countless junior high school students with your good quality and rich and profound knowledge! In my mind, you are greater than the white warrior, your quality is higher than the sky and your knowledge is deeper than the sea.

Miss Wang! You are my most admired teacher.

3. Write a composition with silent flowers by cadence.

Legend has it that there is a bird that fights the waves in the sky and lives and dies.

Legend has it that there is a god who prays with a merciful heart and loves the whole world with her hands folded.

Legend has it that there is an angel flying with wings in the world, who experiences suffering and saves all beings.

He is not an immortal bird, but he jumped into the raging sea three times just to save the life of a stranger. He said that falling into the water is also a life.

He is not a bodhi god, but he pretends to have 183 children with the love of a mortal. He said that he was the father of those children far away, and it was his responsibility to shoulder their lives.

She is not an angel flapping her wings, but she ran around ten villages and nine villages in Miao township with a pair of slender feet, and carried the health and life and death of thousands of people with her thin shoulders.

They are a group of mortals, submerged in the crowd, maybe you will never recognize that face again. They are mortals among mortals. He is a migrant worker, and his greatest hope is that people who know him will give him more work; He is a singer, he has no wealth and can't escape the entanglement of illness; She is a weak woman called "barefoot doctor", and her original intention is only to support her family.

However, they touched Huahua with their own ordinary.

We saw high-rise buildings in the street, and pedestrians bowed their heads and hurried on. We always think that something has quietly passed away. But at the moment we saw them, we knew that something was blooming quietly like a flower:

His respect for life, the truth of human nature at the critical moment; His concern for life, great compassion and great love for distant life; Her concern and persistence in life.

The ancients said, beginning of life, human nature is good. There should always be something called "truth, goodness and beauty" in human nature, which makes us have a sense of responsibility for the world and a caring heart for others; These will make us know how to be moved, let us still have tears, and let our tears wet the softest and wettest part of our hearts. At that time, we will see the flowers of humanity bloom.

Although, the flowers are silent.

4. Tears, a sweet composition written in a restrained way. The experience of that tree for more than ten years makes me feel that the wonderful life should be dull and tasteless. It bothers me to repeat the same boring thing every day. After several unpleasant experiences, I began to want to escape from this world. I said to my mother, "I don't want to do this anymore." No matter how hard I try, it seems to be in vain. There are so many people above me. I might as well study. " Live in seclusion. "Mom didn't speak. A few days later, my mother took me to a mountain. That is an unknown mountain. Although it is not high, it can be said to be dangerous. I looked at my mother and guessed her intentions. "Do you see that tree? "Mother pointed to the cliff. I looked up. Between the steep cliffs, there is a tree, which seems to be bent by the cracks in the cliff, but it is full of vitality. "Well, I see it. That's it. ""come on, I'll take you up. "Mom took me, found a gentle hillside, and walked up step by step. Look at her forehead. " This, how is it possible? ""You see, if this tree wants to grow, it must penetrate hard rocks. You are a clever boy, I think you will understand. "My mother didn't say much. I leaned down carefully and looked at the tree on the cliff. Its roots really grow in rocks, and it seems to absorb all the available nutrients around it. "Mother said with satisfaction. "Well, I'll never say such stupid things about seclusion again." On my way back, I looked back at the tree. Under the blue sky, it is like a sword that goes straight into the sky. It tells me that it will fight against adversity. Thank my mother for letting me see the tree. Thanks to the tree that broke out of the rock, I understand that no matter how hard it is to survive, no matter how hard it is to overcome setbacks, as long as it is tenacious. Help us climb to the top of victory. That tree will grow in my heart forever. 2. Be an epiphyllum, only the fragrance remains. Freeze memory. After a long time, I still can't forget the moment when Epiphyllum first opened. In the bright moonlight, it just opened its arms lightly, embracing this seemingly beautiful world, like a fairy without any distractions. Breathtaking beauty. But it's too short. The price paid for this beauty is the shortness of life. No tears, no sadness, no hesitation, only stubbornness that is loyal to oneself. So it quietly blooms and fades, leaving people with infinite regrets. No matter how gorgeous and delicate the flowers are, the ultimate fate is still old or withered. Instead, it is better to be like a epiphyllum. Although short-lived, it can be fragrant forever. I have never let worldly branches and leaves defile my innocence, just waiting for gorgeous flowers to bloom in the coming year. The beauty of Epiphyllum lies in the extreme life it shows. This is amazing and absolutely beautiful. The beauty that really touches people's hearts is a moment, but it can stay in my heart forever. It is like a cup of hot tea in the middle of the night, a pair of tender feelings touching my cheeks, and a fearless team that is difficult to stand alone in a tall building. Moved by a tear of the secular world, it will remain in people's hearts forever. Don't say that epiphyllum is short-lived, it just obeys its inner strength. At the most appropriate time, generate came out from his heart and showed it to the world, a little aloof and a little free and easy. Let their most beautiful memories live in people's hearts and remain beautiful after thousands of years. When the body dies, the memory lasts forever. Don't wander in the secular garden, because there is no unbeaten. Don't live an empty life, because it's just. To be an epiphyllum is an epiphyllum, leaving a touch of beauty beyond things and staying in your heart forever. That's the ultimate. 3. the beauty of flowers, paper flowers, plastic flowers ... fake flowers are also beautiful. Leave them there until they are covered with dust. I don't like fake flowers very much, although they are beautiful, just beautiful. It will wither. What shocked me was the moment before the flower fell. False, it is better to leave brilliantly. The spirit of flowers is the same for people. I like autumn. Many people have asked me, "Which season do you like best all the year round?" I always answer without hesitation: "I like autumn!" " "I like autumn. Although it is not as vibrant as spring, as beautiful as summer, and as pure as silver makeup in winter, I still love it. If green is the messenger of spring, red is the color of summer and white is winter clothes, then yellow belongs to autumn. When seeing Miss Xia off, Qiu's mother-in-law walked towards us with vigorous steps. Her arrival took everything off her old clothes. Put on new clothes. The trees all took off their skirts and put on the new clothes carefully sewn by Qiu's mother-in-law. Flowers are smiling, and birds are flying to the south, another warmer world. It seems that everything is a little helpless, lonely and sad. Passers-by are in a hurry and have no time to enjoy the scenery on both sides. This may be the reason why autumn is not popular with the public. But let's look at these sad things. Move to the field over there. After several months of hard work, the crops in the field are now mature, bringing unparalleled joy to people. Farmers who have worked hard for a long time walk towards the golden fields with smiles and reap the fruits of their labor. They are in full swing in the golden ocean. For a time, the vitality of spring, the lively enthusiasm of summer and the joy of autumn harvest all came to this vast field. A gust of autumn wind blows, and sometimes there will be a light rain in the "sea". Small soft autumn rain hits people's faces, which is cool. At this time, people forget all misfortunes and accept the baptism of autumn rain. I like autumn, melancholy beauty, joy of harvest, continuous light rain ... everything. If someone asks me now, "What do you like best all the year round?

5. Is there any composition about using cadence writing technique? She has fair skin, round face with watery eyes and bright black hair. She looks very cute.

But at first people said she was a silly girl. She is the monitor of our class, Jiang. One day after school, I looked at the cleaning table that I had hated for many years.

"Oh, my God! It's my turn to clean again today. " Reluctantly picked up the broom to sweep the floor and came to the place where I was responsible for sweeping.

When I finished sweeping casually, I suddenly saw her washing the dirty and smelly bucket with her hands. I went up to my nose and said, "hey, are you stupid?" Do you wash such a smelly bucket? " Somebody has to wash it! "I thought to myself: What a fool! But one thing changed my view of her.

One day, the teacher announced that we should donate money. We talked about it one after another, and some said, "This is good. What kind of donation? " Some said, "Don't expect pocket money tomorrow!" She sat there quietly.

The next day, most of us only donated one yuan, which was pitifully small. Suddenly we saw her smiling and putting a fifty-dollar bill on the platform. This is a "silly monitor" who helps others.

When I read in the morning, when I come near our class, I can always hear the crisp sound of reading. Under her leadership, we travel together in the sea of books, travel through time and space, travel through ancient times and explore the future. She spoke, every word, every voice is so clear, so cadence.

Many of our classmates regard her as an example to learn from. I admire her.

In order to learn knowledge well, she made unremitting efforts. In class, her gesture of raising her hand is always so correct. Her speeches are always so wonderful. Her articles are even less selective.

Every time the teacher comments on students who are sure to write well, she is always on the list. Therefore, she and I always compete in the class to see who can speak better.

When class was over, a happy figure flashed with laughter in the corridor and classroom. Don't doubt it's her. We are willing to chat with her and throw the "malice" in class to the outside of the cloud nine, just like a group of happy birds.

She is undoubtedly my best friend. Since she became the stationmaster of "Mood Translation Station" last semester, she has also become a small mediator in our class.

Her optimistic spirit is loved by the whole class. There is no doubt that her stupidity has been recognized by the whole class.

Add: Then change the name:-).

6. Describe a person's maternal love with the writing technique of wanting to be promoted first. Author: Zou, 60 1 class instructor of Wujiagang Primary School in Yichang Source: Network (composition network) Does maternal love just give us delicious and fun love? No, at least not for me. Motherly love is varied. One thing before, I don't understand the meaning of this sentence. When I was very young, I accidentally fell down in kindergarten and lost a lot of blood. I went home and cried to my mother. I thought my mother would say, "Oh, what's going on!" Come on, mom, let me show you and give you some medicine. "But unexpectedly, my mother said something that I will never forget:" What's the matter? Oh, nothing. It's just a minor injury. What are you afraid of? Just apply some medicine. "I was surprised and sad after hearing this. Mom certainly doesn't like me. That's what I was thinking. I secretly cry when I sleep at night. I heard my mother say, "You know what? The child will grow up soon. She can't rely on us anymore. Sooner or later, she will live alone. What should I do if she is hurt? "I suddenly understood that my mother loves me. She did it for my own good! I cried again, but this time my tears were not grievances, but gratitude! Because of my mother's words, I never bow in the face of difficulties: I don't do well in the math exam, so I should study hard at home and try to do well in the next exam ... I also know that people are destined to live independently all their lives and cannot rely on their parents. So, I will solve a small matter by myself now and solve it to the best! Is maternal love just delicious and fun love for us? No, at least not for me. Mother's love is diverse, selfless and great! In this paper, I want to write about my mother's true maternal love, but it is typical to write about her good intentions first. The reason why I choose primary school students' compositions is to avoid direct plagiarism. Of course, you wouldn't do that. You can rewrite or expand on this basis. Junior high school students are better than primary school students.

7. Write a 300-word composition with restraint first. At that time, I became sensible. Everyone has his own five flavors of life in his heart-sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty, but the bitterness of that time made my young heart tremble the most. Let me from a simple little girl into a sensible girl.

I am a left-behind child, and my parents both work in Beijing. When I was only seven years old, I was put in foster care with my grandparents. Whenever my parents get on the bus to Beijing after the Spring Festival, I really want to go with them, but I can't.

At that time, I also wanted to cry, but I couldn't bear to part with my parents, so I always swallowed the painful tears into my stomach alone. I want my parents to walk with peace of mind! I really couldn't control my emotions the day before yesterday, and my feelings of parting erupted like a volcano. On that day, my parents were already packing and preparing to leave.

Thinking that they will leave me again today, I stood there staring at them with tears in my eyes. The damn car came and they walked to the door.

Seeing that they are about to get on the bus, I can't help it any longer. I was in tears, and my clothes were wet with tears, like an erupting spring. I shouted, "Mom and Dad, please don't go. Give your daughter some time. I can't bear to let you go! " My parents suddenly turned around, and they left their luggage and held me tightly in their arms.

Mother sobbed and said, "I can't bear to part with you, but we still have to feed the whole family, buy you beautiful clothes and shoes, and buy medicine for grandparents to see a doctor." Hey, don't cry "

"I don't want beautiful clothes or beautiful shoes, I just want you!" I hugged my mother tightly and said loudly. Mother finally picked up her luggage and walked into the carriage with her father.

I saw my mother sobbing in my father's arms through the window. I continued to cry loudly, and as soon as the car started, my hopes were dashed. I ran after the car and my grandmother caught me.

Back home, I stayed in Lacrimosa for many days, and it was useless for my grandparents to comfort me. Now that I am a sixth-grade student, I understand my mother's words better. I won't cry for parting again, because my parents should give me the right education and let my grandparents live.

The most important thing for me is to study hard and repay my parents' kindness with excellent results.