A composition on the theme of making a phone call

In daily study, work and life, everyone is familiar with composition. Through composition, we can gather scattered thoughts together. You always have no way to write a composition? The following is my composition on the topic of calling for you. Welcome to share.

The essay 1 on calling topics is full of calling voices, such as the kind call of mother and the scolding call of father. Every phone call carries a kind of care.

When I was a child, my parents' crying made me feel warm. When I was naughty, my parents worked hard to run behind and do things for me, as if their parents told their children not to fall. This does not mean that their parents care, but it also contains an emotion of parents all over the world. Children are and are parents' business. Parents should always take care of their children, so parents call on their children to grow up.

Growing up doesn't mean I'm sensible. My parents' voices have intensified. All kinds of voices make me understand that I should study hard. Learning is not my parents' business, but my own. Don't say that studying for the rise of China is an excuse. In a word, I must be myself, so it is ok to relax my study once or twice. Is it easy for people to find a job when they study?

Later, my mother was also very upset. What can I do if I don't study? I call for continuous improvement. I also want to study hard, but this is not empty talk. I need time to prove that I don't regret it until I am old, so I must make a good plan now, read books every day and review carefully at night, so that I can study hard and won't let my parents' cries come true. Therefore, if the young don't work hard, the old will be sad. Don't waste time and youth.

You can't do what you regret. Even if you have tried, you will know that it was unwise before, because time flies and time waits for no one. If you lose it, it won't come to you. You will always regret your unwise choice. Don't waste the most for the most beautiful age, and you will succeed if you work hard.

Calling gives me motivation, direction and goal, so I will work hard and strive to do my best for the most beautiful age.

A kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son's body with thread in her hand. She sewed them carefully and repaired them thoroughly, fearing that it would delay him coming home late, but how much love there was an inch of grass, the theme of composition 2, won three spring glow. Parents' love for their children has always been a poem. Fortunately, respecting the old and loving the young is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. Nowadays, with the continuous improvement of people's living standards, it seems that respecting the elderly and loving the young has gradually faded. I really don't know if this is progress or retrogression.

I don't know how to cherish, but I am very sad to lose.

There is a family where the mother gave birth to three sons and raised them hard. After retirement, the old man often goes to his three sons' houses to do this and that, but the three sons are used to it.

As the days passed, my mother's health got worse every day. Finally, one day my grandmother left, but the three sons didn't shed a tear at the funeral.

But after a while, the three sons were sad to see the terrible situation at home, because their hardworking mother had left, forever.

Now some people regard the old man as a servant who doesn't pay wages. I want to take a bath and boil water. I want to eat, hurry to get it; Why is it so dirty here? Didn't you sweep the floor today? What are you doing there? Don't sweep yet; Some clothes are going to be washed for me soon, and I have to work for the old man tomorrow, but I finally got this sentence: I have a freeloader. Alas!

In addition to these, there are more ridiculous and irritating. I have seen such a scene-on Mother's Day, my son was holding a snack in his hand, staring at the TV, and casually said to his working mother while chewing: Today is your holiday, don't do it, leave it here and do it tomorrow!

You see, you see, alas!

Alas! Wake up, sleeping people, and repay your parents with your sincere heart!

An apple and a portion of seafood are the scales of love. We can't let the glorious tradition of respecting the elderly become history!

The blue ocean is the most important part of human life, and it is also the environment on which people live.

The vast ocean is endless. The world's ocean area is 361000,000 square kilometers, accounting for 7 1% of the whole earth's surface, while the world's total land area is only14.9 million square kilometers, accounting for only 27% of the total earth's area. This shows how big the ocean is!

In people's eyes, the sea is dreamy and omnipotent. There are groups of small fish swimming around, fierce great white sharks and beautiful jellyfish ... but now the sea is not so beautiful and blue, and garbage is floating everywhere, and the smell goes straight to the nostrils. If you want to ask who did this, it is of course human! The ocean provides new energy, delicious food and essential oil and salt for human beings, but human beings are ungrateful and begin to pollute the ocean and litter. How many innocent fish have been killed by this rubbish! Sometimes large-scale engineering construction is carried out at the seaside, and some engineering wastes will be thrown into the sea. To make matters worse, some people throw a lot of chemicals into the sea, which makes the sea gradually stink, from the blue sea to the black smelly sea, and the fish stink and float on the sea with the garbage. What a scene it will be! Greedy humans are not cool enough, so they catch a lot of fish at home to taste. They are more destructive than tasting them! Many fish are buried under the harpoon in the sea every year. Maybe in a few years, the sea will disappear from this world! Instead, it is the "infamous" smelly sea! Man, you have heard that the sea appeals to you again: "help us!" " Stop ruining us! "

Wake up, human, maybe your time will not last long after the extinction of the ocean!

This phone call is not rock-breaking, but it makes my heart beat. That phone call was meaningless, but I will never forget it. That call, long and not deep, left an indelible mark in my heart.

I have always been a rebellious character since I was a child. At that time, I took part in a school fight, broke two bones of my classmates and sent them to the hospital. When I saw me sitting in the police station after the fight, I suddenly realized how much trouble I had to make this time, but I was strong in front of my classmates and dishonest in the police station. I was very excited when I argued with the injured father.

My parents are here. They didn't come to me directly, but discussed with the father of the injured man. After all, they still want money. As a result, their parents took out the only money they had saved and gave it to their family. My father went to visit the injured, and my mother led me to school. He walked anxiously, crying. I stood outside the office and my mother went in. After a long time, I sat in a chair and began to stay, thinking a lot. ...

Suddenly, with a bang, I looked back. My mother knelt down and said, "Give me another chance." He dropped out of school and his life was over. Please, principal. Seeing this, I suddenly flashed a lot of information in my mind and thought of my parents' affectionate call.

"Go to school well, son."

"Son, don't fight at school. You only have one life."

"Son, our family is poor. Study hard and it will be useful in the future."

"Son, listen to the teacher, the teacher is your second child's parents."

I cried at the thought of this. This is the first time I cried this time. I used to pick up my thin mother. ...

Finally, he was severely punished by the school and stayed in school for inspection. It was at this time that I became gentle. It was my mother's call day and night that made me realize my introspection and repentance. It was the call that saved me and made me a "person".

This call corrected the strings in my heart, made me unforgettable and made me repent all my life.

I often hear my good friends complain that my children are simply wild children. I disappeared as soon as I got home from school, which caused me to shout at the top of my lungs all day.

Seeing a blogger's blog post, Grandpa often stood on the balcony after cooking, and the community echoed with the voice calling for a smile to go home for dinner. '

The children in our community are in piles all day long, playing wildly in the yard, and can't shout back until dinner time.

What a wonderful thing it is!

Chi Li said, "Children play outside until they are called home. This is our childhood life, which is rare today. "

Yes, think about it. When I was a child, there were many children in the village, and getting together was a group. There are no dazzling children's toys, but the most common ones are homemade sandbags, badminton, hoop, gyro and stilts. Sometimes there is nothing but homemade games. We'd rather have no goals and just run around for fun, and we can still get carried away. When you meet your parents, you are either too busy to find you, or you forget to work and eat a bitter meal while playing. But remember to eat without fighting, it will happen again. What I remember best is that I was having a good time and was beaten by my parents. However, in retrospect, there is no resentment, but more fun. It seems to be a kind of beauty.

However, this childhood memory has long been a memory. "Son, there seems to be a child playing downstairs. Go down and play with them. " I heard the advice of Tong's father from the children downstairs. "Mom, you accompany me down." "Mom, you play chess with me." "Mom, let's play cards." "..." I can't remember the day when my children lost the ability to run and play freely. As parents, when we get home, we are most concerned about whether our children have finished learning today, finished their homework and listened carefully in class. ...

Unconsciously, that childhood call has long been forgotten.

Six million years ago, the earth was full of vitality and everything lived in harmony. Mother Earth is dancing gracefully and healthily. She is simply a "peerless beauty" in the vast sea of stars. At that time, handsome as a fairy but naive as a child, she never thought that she would die in tens of thousands of years, let alone that it was her favorite child-human beings.

Today, although people have wisdom beyond all living things on earth, they are not good at using resources, and it is not uncommon to waste resources. Mother Earth gradually became seriously ill, gaunt and emaciated, and became sallow and emaciated. Trees were cut down by axes, saws and machetes, and countless minerals were awakened and wasted in millions of years of sleep. Even the life of Mother Earth is not spared. Although Mother Earth is willing to make more contributions to her beloved children, it seems that her children have no intention of repaying kindness at all, but they do bite the hand that feeds them. Humans have developed the resources of Mother Earth. Water resources, forest resources, biological resources, atmospheric resources and mineral resources originally needed by human beings can be continuously regenerated and contribute to human beings for a long time. However, human beings have not left them a trace of vitality, which makes them face the crisis of disappearance repeatedly. It seems that human beings are blocking Mother Earth in all directions and want her to die completely.

Looking at the black and blue mother earth and listening to her endless screams, God said helplessly, "Go, you will definitely regret your behavior!" " "Save resources, let's * * save the dying Mother Earth!

In the dark, we call for peace; In hot weather, we call for showers; In life, we need understanding, honesty and care ... With the development of economy and social progress, we call for democracy, harmony and civilization. In this new era of 2 1 century, no matter what we do, I think we should talk about civilization, and civilization is the foundation of doing things. In an enterprise, if you want to enter a good company, you must be civilized, which is related to your later life. For example:

A well-known foreign company is recruiting talents. A graduate of a famous university confidently applied for the job. After the written test, the number of 300 people dropped to 5. The following is an interview. The student walked confidently into the examination room. Faced with so many invigilators, he didn't show any fear or fear. Facing the aggressive attitude of the examiner, he calmly answered, and the invigilator nodded approvingly. Seeing this, the candidates have answers. At this moment, a person who looks like the invigilator came over and said something to the invigilator. The invigilator nodded and told the examinee that you can go out. Candidates have gone out and are about to go out. He found a piece of waste paper by the door, but he didn't care. He didn't answer, closed the door and left. The notice came, and the candidate was not selected. He was very angry and went to the supervisor for questioning. The supervisor said calmly that your interview that day was really good, but you didn't talk about civilization. When you see waste paper, you don't pick it up casually, but choose to turn a blind eye. Our company will not want people who can't see civilization. Hearing this, the examinee bowed his head in shame.

This incident can tell us that civilization is the basis of doing things. If you don't talk about civilization, you will lose the basic principles of being a man and nothing will succeed. So, I call for civilization here. In such a brand-new era, how wonderful it would be if everyone talked about civilization!

Listen, Mother Earth is calling: "Man, stop ..."

The earth was once beautiful. In the forest, you can hear the beautiful songs of birds, the streams are crystal clear, small fish are playing happily in the water, and bees and butterflies are dancing among the flowers. ...

Now, however, the earth is about to become a dying planet. Wake up, everyone, and protect your home! Water is the source of human life. Why do humans destroy water resources? Many illegal factories mercilessly discharge sewage into rivers and lakes. People also dump garbage into the river, which makes the earth full of stains, and the water resources are extremely destroyed, making the water angry in pain.

Nowadays, in my hometown of Hu Da, every household's garbage disposal is burned by itself. Every night, it stinks and the air is destroyed.

Just around me, there are behaviors that destroy the environment in one way or another. Not to mention the whole world? The ozone layer has been greatly destroyed, and so has the atmosphere. The global temperature is getting higher every year, and a large number of ultraviolet rays invade the earth at will. Moreover, long-term exposure to a large number of ultraviolet rays is the chief culprit leading to skin cancer. And all this is the result of human eating.

Humans only care about their own convenience and destroy the environment. Some fish. Aquatic animals are struggling desperately, and finally they leave us. Many kinds of animals are extinct every day. Man thinks he can change nature, but he doesn't know that man is the result of natural change. He can't violate the law of survival any more, or he will be on the verge of extinction one day.

Mother Earth is very sad. She gave all her love to mankind, but mankind didn't know when she was blessed. People, save the earth! I, appeal to the world: "people, reflect!" We should re-create a harmonious, beautiful and colorful world.

This is a whimsical era, and everyone will have endless beautiful reverie, just like fairy tales, pure, beautiful and lovely. Of course, I also have a dream. In my heart and mind, there will always be a place, a beautiful place, looming, that is my inner call.

My mind was pulled out, wandering in the air, flying. Because I feel my inner call again, I see the sky, the sun, white clouds, green trees and grass … but I don't care, because they are just passers-by in my life. My dream calls me in that distant place. My destination, the other side of my dream, is Paris in my heart.

Finally, I saw my destination, the bustling city, people coming and going, the source of romance and the destination of my soul. Whose hand will I hold? Walk on this path covered with yellow leaves and listen to the beautiful music here! I looked at her beside me. Her face was moving, beautiful, sometimes blurred, sometimes clear. I sighed, crazy, like choking.

It hurts so much, so beautiful, I want to reach out and touch her face! Unfortunately-this is just a dream, a daydream, a fantasy, a fantasy of the soul. I want to withdraw my thoughts from reality and say goodbye to her I love! Don't! I don't want it! I want to keep her! So, I grabbed the brush and drew the face that made me beat with my memory! Don't! I am not satisfied! So, I wrote this article to express my thoughts.

Once again, my thoughts are gone, once again-my tears are falling, where should I go?

Is this my dream Paris? Where my soul belongs? After several years, I will definitely hold your hand! Walking in our dreamy fairy tale world! I will never forget your face!

The call of my heart, a beautiful place, is willing to find the destination of my heart with you!

The composition 10 with the theme of calling grew up, only to find that childlike innocence gradually left me; I am also maturing quietly.

When I was a child, I was naive enough to cry for cotton candy. How happy I am to run to the "mobile shop" selling cotton candy with three dollars given by my mother; I remember when I shook my braid, my smile was bright and my words were unbridled.

Swing is my childhood playmate, and it is my inseparable good partner under the light. I still remember the sunny picture of my father holding me on the swing and pushing me behind; On the swing, it was my unbridled laughter and my trembling legs. Sometimes, my foot will accidentally kick my father, and he will pretend to be injured and come to me, plop down and bury his head in the sand; I watched my father's clown-like movements from a distance, and I cracked my toothless mouth and smiled.

Ah! Childlike heart, priceless childlike heart.

I don't like the story of cotton candy. I prefer to watch cotton slowly fall from the sky to the ground; I prefer to collect cotton and make small pillows. It's just that my mom seems to like the instant feeling of marshmallows. Swings don't shake very often either. I don't like to sit on the swing and enjoy the flying feeling of one high and one low; I don't like clamoring for my father to take me to the swing; I don't like shaking my legs; It is also difficult to see his father's embarrassing and bullying words when he was a child. What I love is to lean on the swing quietly and listen to the sound of "eyah" from the chain of the swing; I like to push the swing with my hands in tandem, one far and one near.

Ah! Childlike heart, when will you leave me? When did you lose your childlike innocence? I know, I'm afraid of being laughed at and laughing at my "childlike innocence", but is it wrong to be naive? Who said that childishness only belongs to childhood?

The inner play is mature. Childlike heart, come back! I'll call you back! Childlike heart, do you hear? I'm calling you.

An old man who has gone through hardships and even walks trembling lives alone in a corner of the world.

A few years later, she was found by a strange house demolition worker and fell on the floor of her house, but it was already a pile of bones.

This incident caused a great response on the Internet and a sensational effect in society. When the reporter rushed to the incident community, he was met with cold eyes and heard some unpleasant words:

"I didn't know there was such a person at all."

"I have never seen her children."

"This matter has nothing to do with me."

"Is the media made a mistake. There is no such thing in our community. "

After that, one after another quickly left.

It is worth mentioning that there has been no news from the children or relatives of the elderly.

I'd rather believe that the old lady is really a lonely old man. But another problem fell from the sky and cut off my comforting thoughts. If there are no relatives, what about neighbors? This is too cruel for an old man who is dying day by day!

The social economy is developing rapidly, but people's hearts are not synchronized with it. In order to pursue external economic performance, more and more people do not return all the year round, but ignore more important and precious things. The "benevolence", "righteousness", "courtesy", "wisdom" and "faith" that have been injected into the backbone of the Chinese nation for thousands of years are gradually drifting away. The ancient Chinese nation knelt in front of the old lady's grave and wept bitterly.

In the era of underdeveloped economy in the past, Plato walked slowly from the glorious throne of the history of thought with a hazy fairy spirit, which opened the hearts that many people yearned for. But now, we have never even looked forward to it. When some people get stuck in the mud, the beautiful country is destroyed. Sad! Alas!

When our bodies are bound by "matchboxes" standing side by side, our hearts cannot be bound. There has never been a so-called gap between people. That's what I thought. By the way, I firmly blinded my eyes. Not that I can't, but that I don't want to.

Calling for truth is our eternal theme.

We woke up when the rising sun rose high in the clear sky.

I walked in the street, breathing the fragrance of the earth. Suddenly I felt that there was a smell of eunuch snorting in front of me. I walked quickly to the front, only to see reinforced concrete buildings rising from the ground, surrounded by thick gray smoke, which is the waste gas discharged from water pipes.

Seeing this scene, I can't help but sigh: what beautiful flowers! Unfortunately, because of the smoke in the building, it faded; What a lush tree! Unfortunately, because the newly built "Cycas" was cut down; What a beautiful song this bird has! But suffocated by the exhaust gas from the building.

Make a phone call. Animals implore human beings to give them a place of entertainment and a paradise of freedom. There, there is no human killing, no smoke pollution, only the chirp of birds and the roar of lions.

Make a phone call. Plants are eager for us to give them a green space of hope, a green space of dreams. There, there were no growls from marauders and no lumberjacks. What you can always see is dense forests and vibrant land.

Make a phone call. The earth hopes that those who are still addicted to greed and do not know how to save resources will stop extravagant enjoyment and unrestrained exploitation. Don't let the excavator continue to tear the heart of the earth, and don't let the polluted gas destroy the beautiful coat of the earth.

Let birds fly more in the sky! Let wild horses run on a wider land! Feel their hope with your voice. Make the coat of plants greener! Let the green trees grow higher! Feel their dreams with your heart. Let the blue earth be younger! Make the earth full of vitality more fertile! Listen to the call of the earth with true feelings!

Don't let the birds lose their moving voices, and don't let the ponies lose their green spaces. Don't let the earth lose its original charm! Don't let us lose this blue planet!

Since I saw this photo on August 28th 1937, my heart is like rising sea water, and it keeps churning with every passing wave! It is difficult to calm down for a long time.

A baby covered in blood was sitting on a pile of ruins, and heartbreaking cries came from his mouth. The little boy once had a happy and beautiful home, but until that day, because Shanghai North Station was blocked by the Japanese invaders, people fleeing had to flock to the South Station. The little boy followed his parents through the crowded crowd, desperate. In this panic, the hand of death is reaching out to them. The fierce Japanese army suddenly attacked, and the enemy bombers came face to face and circled over the railway station. After a while, the bombers began to bomb the railway station. The little boy struggled out of the ruins and cried for his parents. He looked up and saw the unrecognizable body. He was so scared that he sat on the ruins and began to cry. Did you hear that? He is calling:' Mom and Dad, where are you? I'm so scared! Mom and Dad, where are you? Come out ... collapsed buildings and houses are full of smoke and smoke! As if the whole railway station had stopped breathing, only sad cries echoed in my ears. However, who can help him? How helpless and weak the 4-year-old boy looks! His crying seemed to tell people all over the world: "Save the children! Peace, not war, let war disappear from the world! Let's have a happy and beautiful childhood, but it needs peace to weave! Peace! Stay on earth forever!