Appreciate topic composition

In study, work or life, everyone has the experience of writing a composition, so they are familiar with it. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following are five short essays on appreciation topics that I have compiled, hoping to help everyone.

Love, an eternal topic, is full of too much mystery and beauty, but also too much pain and desolation. Ask what love is in the world, and teach people to live and die together. Love is so wonderful that even if the most beautiful adjectives in the world are exhausted, it is difficult to express them with one or two.

Let me tell my own story first, not the great feelings written by the poet.

That was last winter, the school youth league organized members to visit Kedu. On the bus to Kedu, I suddenly saw a pair of eyes. Although a middle school student should not have such an idea, I am still fascinated by it. Looking at those youthful eyes, it seems that a breeze blows over my forehead, as if the roses are eclipsed, as if the sun and the moon have lost their luster. The beauty of the world exists for her, and the softness of the world is beautiful for her. Her magnetic voice haunts my heart like the piano of an angel, and sings gently like a thrush in the forest. At that moment, my heart was like a pair of wings, flying for her and saving her. In an instant, my emotions flowed all over my body like a volcanic eruption. Suddenly, I know what is like and what is love!

When I get home, I always silently think of her today. Her face has become hot, and everything in reality has become Xu Ruo. During the day, I wander around the room like a sleepwalker, as if I can't distinguish between dreams and reality. At night, I have been awake for a long time, looking up at the vast starry sky. The stars are shining in the dark, and it seems to be dancing an elegant tango for me in the moonlight. My thoughts are like the Yellow River, surging. That night, I completely lost sleep.

The next day, my eyes were bloodshot, but I didn't feel tired at all. On the contrary, I am full of energy and extremely excited. My blood seems to reach boiling point, almost crazy. Every time I opened a boring love poem before, I found that the plot in the poem coincided with my feelings, and the sweet taste spread through every pore of my body. It is so wonderful to like someone. I always look for her beautiful image at the moment of class. I hope to find her and enjoy my excitement with me. Friends around me always see me scanning the whole school like a madman. Then I will often see her on campus, like a lovely rabbit, active in every corner of the campus. I will watch her quietly not far away, everything around me is a foil, dance with her, maybe the dance of angels is just that!

Last winter, snowflakes in the sky fell under the north wind, and those pure spirits dressed up everything in Kunming. During the break, all the students gathered on the playground to welcome this wonderful moment. Snowflakes fall gently on each classmate. In my heart, she stepped into my sight in my expectation. I threw the snowball I had already prepared at her gently, only to hear a charming scolding. She ran away and I followed. It continued to snow, and her happy laughter made my heart beat faster. Every movement of her is the most beautiful dance. At this most beautiful moment, the theme song of the movie Titanic played on the radio-My heart is eternal. The beautiful melody is released with the beating of my heartstrings. That night, I lost sleep again.

However, nothing in the world is perfect.

The "Hope Cup" men's football match was held as scheduled. As a linesman, what I care about is not the game on the court, but her! Looking at her warm crying and happy appearance, I feel very happy. However, in that game, they lost, only a little. She sat on the sidelines in disappointment, and I saw her eyes again, blood red. Just when she and I were sad, two tears slipped quietly across her white face, and the crystal tears fell to the ground and broke into eight petals. At that moment, I was shocked In my heart, she never smiled but was happy. But now I see her crying, and I see her crying sadly. Her chapped lips are slowly tearing my heart. I always like writing, but I can't think of anything to comfort her, so I can only leave indifferently.

Late at night, I stood by the window alone, looking at the world outside the window, thinking about her delicate figure, with a dull pain in my heart, thinking about her helplessness and pain, and really wanted to share it with her. Time, as time goes by, slowly disappears. From time to time, a gust of wind blows, and the branches flutter with the wind, like ghosts. There is no fragrance of flowers, no green shadow of pine trees, only a wandering heart, silent sadness.

I don't know why, since then, every time I see her, her face is as cold as ice, which is completely different from her in my heart. She always answers my questions with monosyllabic words. She gave me a bad look and waved at me. Whenever I call her, she always turns away proudly.

Meteor is cruel, it always flies away with good hope.

I came back from Beijing summer camp and brought her a present, hoping for a better turn. The days passed little by little in expectation, and at this time I was not interested in anything. But in the end, she took my gift with disdain in her eyes. She threw it at me and said, "Please don't bother me in the future ..."

The sky was dark and all the colors suddenly disappeared. The evil wind blew away all my hopes. A sentence like that deeply hurt my broken heart. My soul seems to dissipate in the air, like the foam after the death of a mermaid, slowly dissipating, while my body seems to have been in the abyss of perdition, which is extremely painful. ...

Today, I saw her running on the playground again, like a lovely rabbit, but I was not as excited as before. There is only a trace of fatigue that comes from nowhere.

After this experience, I feel the feeling that others don't have, as if the flowers in nature bloom and fall with my joys and sorrows. She makes me happy and miserable, and her indifference completely freezes all my enthusiasm. Maybe it was a mistake for me to like her. This mistake won't happen again. The sadness of love will not last for a lifetime, but it will become a beautiful memory after a long time. When I saw her again, it was just a complicated smile. ...

Nature is a kind of beauty, and it is our pleasure to appreciate it.

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Colorful beautiful folds reflect the beauty of nature, and beautiful scenery outlines the best world. Being in this wonderful world is intoxicating. The wind of freedom, like a ship, slowly passes through the other side of the soul, causing ripples. It's amazing to count it carefully. I appreciate the gift of nature alone. The beauty of natural wind is like cyan in the palette, full of fresh eyes, swimming in the green forest and enjoying the spirit of life.

The next spring rain, a baptism, washed away lead and yellow. Looking up, the extremely high sky is a white cloud with nowhere to live. They always exist but never stop, and they don't want to stop, as if they have a great dream, and they won't stop chasing until it is realized. Their white, dazzling white and bright white eyes washed away the dark white and immersed in the prosperous white. I appreciate the gift of nature alone. The beauty of white is not because of glare, but because of its pure and simple mind, which seems to erase the dirtiest traces and drive away the darkness that pervades people, making people feel full of comfort, calm down and think quietly in the long life.

The fragrance of the earth is inhaled into the lungs, which is refreshing. The yellow-brown land has nurtured countless people, but only a handful of people protect the land. The loess, which symbolizes simplicity, simplicity and practicality, has been trampled on by the world. There are rows of tall buildings and smoke, but they can't hide the fragrance of the soil at all, and they are still refreshing. Tan's depth is unpredictable, but it is easy to feel at ease and simple. I appreciate the gift of nature alone, even if my feet land, I can feel flying in a simple paradise. Bronze beauty is not dazzling, but it can still attract attention. Even if I don't care, it will go deep into my heart over time, making people live in the present with peace of mind, not expecting things that don't belong to me, and teaching the world to be practical, calm and improvise.

The beauty of nature does not stop there. The eyes of appreciation never stop, and the spirit of exploration never stops. When we set foot on this vast land, another landscape emerges in front of us, and various challenges come at random. Sometimes, we give in to the beauty of nature, because we finally learn how to appreciate the beauty of nature and the scenery! Time passes quietly, but the beauty of nature is better than artificial carving even if it changes.

The beauty of nature itself is endless, and so is life.

A teenager stood in the middle of an empty field, surrounded by a few fallen leaves that had fallen to the ground by frost, constantly changing his posture in the wind until he was embedded in a gap in the soil. It was actually a topic composition.

The wind, still moving back and forth, turned the braid hanging behind him to the shoulder, and also fixed the fragrance of oleander brought from afar.

Turning around and looking up, the background of the sky is still blue, and the clouds as a foil are extremely small in front of it. In the eyes of teenagers, they are just an outline.

However, in the pupil of the teenager, something spreads and enlarges in the center of the cloud. Then, as the airflow swings downward, an occasional gust of wind can make it change its aerial dance steps.

He suddenly felt a little envious. Flying in the air has always been his dream. However, only in dreams can he imagine a dream higher than the sky.

His dream has come true, just a few kilometers high, waiting for his arrival.

Pupils dilate and the distance becomes smaller. It was not until the teenager raised his head that he saw clearly that it was a paper plane, falling slowly. He opened his hand and became a safe airport steadily.

Now, the teenager can see the dream that was once far away from him. White wings tremble in your palm.

Because of an accident, he touched his dream.

Thirty years later.

He got on his plane, set off from Xuanwu Gate and circled the whole palace. He can overlook the whole of Beijing and witness the decline of imperial power in Qing Dynasty. At his feet, is the envy of the emperor's eyes, just like he was.

People all over Beijing are watching, and he is flying in the clouds.

Maybe he doesn't know that today's flight originated from an accident thirty years ago.

I don't know how long it took, but he fell from the sky, and the ground under his feet has passed for a hundred years, and he has become someone else's dream again.

He is Xu Guangqi.

Student evaluation:

This article is very original and the result is unexpected. I thought it was a digression composition. The description of the scenery in front is wonderful, telling the story of Xu's dream pursuit, which is perfect! -56 points

Although it is not suitable for writing in the examination room, it is definitely a masterpiece. The scenery description is wonderful, and the inner world of the teenager is very vivid. Yes, an accident made him, and his idea is very ingenious and novel, which can be called a masterpiece among masterpieces. -Li 53 points

The idea is good and the language is beautiful. This topic should be promoted. -Xue 53 points

The typo density is a little high. At that time, the paper didn't seem stiff enough. Can you fold it into a plane and fly for thousands of meters? -Zhang Ying 54.

The idea is novel and the details are well described, but there are some shortcomings in the ending. -54 minutes.

At the beginning, I used too much pen and ink to write about the scenery, with clever ideas and beautiful language. The details are described in detail, paving the way for the following. The end of the article is turning, which is very attractive. -Wear 55 points

Teacher's words: Zhang Xiaojian handled this composition with great care, and several readers also spoke highly of it. For a time, reader style was very popular among middle school students, and its basic structure was generally narrative description-lyric discussion. This writing style can better meet the test instructions, such as "writing sincerely, trying to express your unique feelings and real experiences of nature, society and life" and "writing clearly the cause, process and result of things; You can use expressions flexibly according to your needs. The problem to be solved is how to express creatively. The purpose of this exercise is to show one's "wisdom" by comparing words with scenery descriptions. The serious injury in this exercise was mentioned by Zhang Ying-the paper plane is incredible. Also, since the omniscient third-person narrative is adopted, it is necessary to write his "touching". Finally, vulgar demands must end with their own feelings.

Ziying was my best friend in childhood, and childhood was our happiest time.

When I grew up, my parents and I moved to another city, and Ziying kept writing to me.

Later, I read sadness, loneliness and inner closure from Zi Ying's pen tip. After my repeated questioning, Ziying told me that her father died unexpectedly, leaving her mother to support her family. The composition material is "composition on the topic of accident". Mother pinned all her hopes on her, and her former kind mother became very rude and demanding. She also suffered too much pain and pressure, and her grades plummeted. She felt that the whole day was falling down.

When I learned what happened to KINOMOTO SAKURA, my heart fell into the abyss. I tried my best to comfort her, hoping to read joy and longing from her pen again.

But as time went on, I found that all my efforts were in vain. I'm getting sick of KINOMOTO SAKURA's isolation. I think KINOMOTO SAKURA is willing to be a plaything in the hands of fate, unable to face up to setbacks and move forward bravely. I'm too lazy to write, and I'm too lazy to be this dissatisfied lobbyist.

Maybe it was a trick of fate, but unfortunately, I was not spared. There is a contradiction between parents, which is very stiff. They completely ignored my study and my future. I was stunned. I don't know how to face my parents' love. I hate my parents, and I hate God's injustice. I hate everything around me. I just found out that only when misfortune happened to me can I deeply feel that kind of pain. I picked up the pen and wrote to Ziying again.

Soon, Ziying wrote back. Familiar handwriting brought me comfort. This time, KINOMOTO SAKURA's handwriting has strengthened a lot. Her letter told me that she survived and was no longer depressed. And she gave me back all the words I had comforted and encouraged her. But now it seems that what I thought could save KINOMOTO SAKURA is all on paper.

Summer vacation is coming, and I am the only one in the empty house. After simple care by parents, the cold war continued. I recalled my happy childhood and decided to go back to Ziying.

On a stormy day, the train took me into a happy paradise in my memory. Seeing KINOMOTO SAKURA, I couldn't help crying. Ziying took my hand with a smile and came to the big banyan tree that grew up with us: "You see, it has stood still after the storm and lightning. It bears everything, but it is stronger than anyone else. These days, it has been with me. In the dark, it seems to be constantly conveying my confidence and courage in life ... Time is the best doctor to cure pain, but instead of being treated slowly by time, it is better to jump out of the quagmire of sadness as soon as possible. "

Yes, the tree is still there, and the storm is still there. There may be many accidents in life, but we all know that in the face of the harshness of life, the best doctor to heal the pain is actually ourselves.

Brief comments:

When it comes to pain, time is the best doctor. But the little author has her unique opinion: "Instead of letting time heal slowly, it is better to jump out of the quagmire of sadness as soon as possible" and "the best doctor to cure the pain is actually ourselves". There are always storms and accidents in life. The little author explained the true meaning of power with his own personal experience and that of his friends. The two girls' thinking about life and their understanding of life from sensibility to rationality are written delicately and truly, which also shows that contemporary middle school students can think independently and face setbacks firmly.

Excellent exercise 2:

Can rotten wood be carved?

I am the monitor of Class One, and I have always been known for being "cold". Under my management, the class is orderly and my classmates respect me. When I stand upright and walk back and forth in the classroom, I have a feeling of "conquering the world". I like these good kids, except him-

His name is Marriott. As the name implies, he is very interesting. During the break, I was full of energy and vitality. In class, whenever I speak cheerfully, he falls asleep, and sound waves spread widely. So, I "recruited" him to be my "guardian" for a long time, guarding around the rostrum. But after class, he is still hale and hearty and more energetic than ever. As a result, it goes without saying that after winning the first place, he scrambled to sit. I don't know how many lessons have been given to him in political class. Instead of changing, he has intensified. Alas, you can't carve rotten wood! A gentleman has the beauty of an adult, so I specially arranged a "geomantic treasure house" by the wall for him to talk with Duke Zhou.

Recently, there has been an upsurge of "love education" in the whole school, and I have also decided to "try to love as my own responsibility". Of course, the first lucky one must be Marriott.

So, on a sunny afternoon, I led him into his familiar room again and had a sincere conversation with him. However, this time, from front to back, I was smiling. Unexpectedly, his eyes are no longer wandering around like before, but firmly locked my eyes. After he left, I was surprised to find such soft lines on my cold hard face in the mirror.

That long talk finally made him have a gratifying change. He didn't sleep in class, although his grades didn't improve much.

But this gratifying situation did not last long.

Once, when I turned around, I was surprised to find that he, who had made me happy for a long time, was hanging his head and didn't know what to do. Suddenly, the fire of anger came to my mind, but in order to carry out this "education of love" to the end, I suppressed my anger, bypassed it gently, and quietly came to him to see what he was doing. Oh, my God, what did I see! He is stabbing his thigh with a compass, his teeth are biting his lips, and blood is oozing out. Every time he stabbed himself, he would tremble ... no, how could I let him hurt himself so much? I grabbed the compass in his hand and shouted at him, "Idiot, what are you doing?" But he gave me a more unexpected answer-"I'm so sleepy ..."

In a flash, his figure blurred. ...

Who says rotten wood cannot be carved!

Brief comments:

The author tries to write the so-called "problem students" in the first person from the perspective of a class teacher. The uncomplicated plot is also ups and downs, with accidents everywhere, but it is reasonable. The ending came to an abrupt end, and the unexpected discovery highlighted the theme more effectively. It can be seen that the author has made great efforts in writing. As a junior high school student, it is also commendable to have such in-depth thinking about today's education and realize that there are no students who can't teach well, and the key is whether the methods are appropriate! Language is concise and interesting, which shows that the young author has a high ability to master language. The disadvantage is that at the end, Marriott's plot of needling thighs with a guide is somewhat exaggerated and not in line with real life.

Appreciate the topic composition 4. The nourishment of things, the teaching of teachers and the beautiful friendship, along with our growth, make our life more colorful and the pace of growth more firm and powerful. Friendship is a stepping stone to my growth.

The friendship of modern people is very strong and fragile. It is the treasure of the world and needs our treasure. The irreducibility of friendship determines that it is an orphan. We can have different friendships with different people. An unforgettable friendship is as unforgettable as hatred.

I remember when I was in the third grade of primary school, I transferred from my hometown primary school to the town primary school. Before going to a new school, my mind was full of disappointment with my hometown and relatives. When I arrived at the new school, my heart was full of anxiety and curiosity. Facing the new college, new teachers and new classmates, I can't help feeling lonely. There are few people in this school in my village, and I lack familiar people. In the face of all this strangeness, I began to close myself slowly.

In the second year, with new classrooms and classmates, I gradually got to know three new friends. At first, I sat at the same table with my first friend. Through gradual understanding, we all have something in common, which should be the reason why we can become friends. We both like catching bugs and watching the same TV programs in our spare time, so we have become good friends. Later, through his other two friends, the other two friends were very active and lively. Under their influence, my heart has also become happy, and I often play together on campus, making the whole person lively and cheerful. The feeling of loneliness is gone forever.

Primary school is my happiest, most carefree, most free and best time at school. At noon, I caught bees among trees and flowers with my friends, watched ants move together and watched snails race together ... These beautiful memories will be remembered by me as a witness of our friendship.

Friends make me no longer feel lonely, and let me understand that what will last forever in history is not interests, but mutual affection. Frank communication with friends will make us sensitive to our true feelings, erase our eyes and make our mood happy again.