A composition about the heart

In study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which can bring our scattered thoughts together. You always have no way to write a composition? The following is my composition on the topic of heart, which is arranged for you. Welcome everyone to learn from it, I hope it will help you.

Heart-centered composition 1 Even if the air gets cold, I still want to stay quietly in a corner and feel the temperature. Maybe it's just a little taste left in my heart, maybe it's on the opposite side, but the sunshine is gone. I want to find such a mood myself. -inscription

Warmth may just be a fabricated reason to make yourself happy. When you see the sunshine, it's like a light rain hanging on the window yesterday, pouring down the path painted on the glass, but you've never come in, but you get this feeling. I feel so wet that I can't see the warmth. I don't know whether it's rain or sunshine, or I just look at my mood and see if someone on the other side is lost or happy.

I didn't see the sun. When I passed by in the morning, the wind encouraged me to say hello, with a little cold. Although it suddenly became cold, I was not completely unprepared. My clothes are still the same as before, but the button of my shirt is moved up, and my coat flutters in the wind, just as some people say that my walking posture is shaking all over the world, and my coat is swaying with it, although I try my best to correct it and wrap it tightly. I'm not used to this bondage, so I let the wind get in. I think it can still be hidden in that part of my body, but I want it to live in this attic, on my shoulders and along my neck, because I can see, hear and talk, and I can look like that. It's a little cold.

I may stop for a while when a red or green person is waiting for a rest, maybe on purpose, because I just want to see someone appear here as scheduled, or maybe not, but I will still wait unconsciously, because she may appear, but I am early or I walk a few steps faster. Although I can't see her at this time, she won't go far, either before or after that, thinking that I am already here, everything.

In the autumn of time, there is only the most monotonous cool color in my eyes, but there is still a warm feeling in my heart, just because you walked by this time yesterday.

Heart-centered composition 2 Spring goes and summer comes. The sun shines on the earth and the grass is green. I was playing on the grass when I suddenly saw two green things crawling on the ground. I squatted down and looked at it carefully. Wow! It turned out to be two mantissas, one big and one small. Little mantis has two small pliers and two black eyes. It looks heartless. The big mantis has two big pliers. They are walking around on the ground as if looking for food. I had a brainwave and quickly took a cake and a bottle from home.

I dug a small hole not far from them and put a cake on it. I lured mantis here. The big mantis first touched the cake with its two big pliers and found that there was no danger, so he boldly jumped on the cake. Suddenly, the big mantis fell into the hole I dug. The little mantis saw it and quickly found a stick to save the big mantis, but it was covered by one of my bottle caps. I squatted in the back and watched carefully to see how much the little mantis loved his father. Little mantis moved the bottle with two pliers and moved it to a stone. The bottle was knocked down by a stone at once. Little mantis saved his father with a stick.

Then, I grabbed the little mantis and deliberately led the big mantis to the pool. I put the little mantis into the pool, and the little mantis kept struggling, as if shouting "help, help". The big mantis seemed to hear this and immediately jumped into the water, regardless of his own safety, and rescued the little mantis, but it sank into the water itself. I caught the big mantis from the water, put it with the little mantis and set them free.

I just found out now that the ruthless mantis also has compassion.

Everyone has a heart: those who can see rough roads and draw swords to help each other have a heart of justice; People who can forgive others' mistakes have a tolerant heart; People who haggle over everything are narrow-minded ... in life, all kinds of hearts can be seen everywhere.

In the dining hall, students with red ribbons of "young volunteers" can often be seen. They come to the canteen early every noon, put aside all hunger and fatigue, and devote themselves to the work of maintaining order. When encountering difficulties, they persisted; They put up with criticism. They work hard and serve us in obscurity, so they have a helpful heart.

In the street, we will apologize in a simple sentence when we accidentally meet someone else. This is the most common. And some people want to make a mountain out of a molehill In order to exaggerate their grievances to passers-by, they "teach" others on the spot. Even if others keep bending down to apologize, they will not let go. Passers-by stopped and looked at him expectantly, hoping to understand each other. Both sides blushed, but he persisted. So they are narrow-minded.

In life, we often meet some people who are competitive and jealous of others. When others do things better than themselves, they look at others' achievements with envy and jealousy. So they have a jealous heart.

Have a friendly heart to help others, and God will give them a voice of praise; With an ugly and despicable heart, God will bring them the consequences of punishment.

Mother is the most common person in life, and we can see her busy figure every day. However, who has really thanked her mother? Even a little effort in return is enough to make my mother feel warm. Nothing grows: a small but grateful heart.

"The grace of dripping water, when it gushes out." Isn't this sentence for us to repay our mother? Mother gave us too much, maybe we can't repay her so much, but we can repay her sincere and simple love like grass.

One evening, it was raining in Mao Mao outside, and the moon behind the clouds only showed a faint light. This made me feel a chill just after school. When I got home, I found there was no light in the room. At this time, I was used to my mother opening the door for me, and I felt a sense of panic that I had never felt before. When I opened the door with the prepared key. I was startled: when I opened the door, I didn't smell delicious rice, only a cold air came on my face, which made me shudder. This made me realize something. I quickly closed the door and rushed to my mother's room.

The sight in front of me stunned me: the moonlight shone beside my mother, reflecting her pale face and dim eyes. I hurried to take care of my mother, just as my mother took care of me when I was sick when I was a child. After a few minutes, my mother handed me a thermometer, and the number on the thermometer surprised me: "39 degrees!" " "I almost cried. I just looked at the thermometer and then at my mother who fainted in bed. I gave my mother antipyretic medicine ... just then, in her hazy eyes, I read something I had never read before.

On that day, I deeply understood that my mother gave us too much, but we only knew how to enjoy it, but we never repaid our mother who raised us for many years. Therefore, I appeal to everyone: go and see our mother who has raised us for many years, and give her your sincere and simple love, even if it is only a little, it will satisfy her.

Heart-to-heart composition 5 dreams of flying with your heart and flying further.

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When the sun miserly put away the last ray of light and retreated to the other side of the mountain, the sky changed into magnificent colors, like neon veils. The sky finally returned to the color of deep ink, and a few sparse stars quietly climbed into the sky.

Looking at the brightest star in the sky, my heart seems to have drifted into distant outer space-it is a dream that I have never changed.

When I was a child, my grandmother would always show me the stars one by one on a starry summer night, and tell me those fascinating fairy tales and legends with the fragrance of grass and cicadas. From then on, in my little heart, a seed named dream was deeply buried in my heart.

In the long days after that, the stars in the sky were like my friends, encouraging me when I was depressed, sharing the joy of success with me when I made small achievements, and accompanying me to study late into the night. ...

I clearly remember the power failure. My parents didn't come home because of work. It's just me and some dumb fish at home. At night, everything is quiet. In the empty room, there was only the sound of me sobbing quietly because I was afraid of the dark, and occasionally the sound of fish spitting bubbles. At this time, the eyes like water came in from the window, and the stars gave me his light without reservation, which made me feel the peace of mind for no reason. I gradually stopped sobbing, and my body seemed to gain endless strength from the stars, no longer afraid of darkness and fear. Since then, this seedling named Dream has been nourished, and the longer it grows, the stronger it becomes. My heart also flew to distant space.

Now that you have a dream, you must go all out to fight for it, strive towards your heart and dream, and chase your inner footsteps.

Thoughts floated back, looked down and saw the starry wonders spreading on the desktop. The fantastic pictures in the book remind me of endless fantasies about space. The roots of dreams are deeper and deeper in the heart, and the heart flies farther.

Looking at the beautiful pictures, I resolutely closed the book, picked up the textbook and began to fight for my dream. ...

Heart-centered composition 6 Recently, I read some words about Xiang Yu in bits and pieces, and I can't help but feel heartbroken, heartbroken for the hero, and heartbroken for that era full of vigor and heat.

In The Old Man and the Sea, Hemingway said through the hero San Diego: A man can be defeated, but he will never be defeated. Xiang Yu is such a person. It was not Liu Bang or anyone else who defeated him, but himself, his own heroism.

Heroes always love and respect heroes. Xiang Yu is a hero, and he respects heroes. Xiang couldn't tolerate villains, so he looked down on Liu Bang. Xiang Yu is aboveboard, so he disdains covert tactics. In the wine field of the Hongmen Banquet, Xiang Zhuang waved a long sword, and his elegant and stiff dance was hidden, just waiting for a hint from the hero. Xiang Yu is a hero, he didn't hint; At this time, Pei Gong Liu Bang must have lost his mind. Fan Kuai came, drank a barrel of wine, chewed a pig leg, and defiantly accused Xiang Yu, the hero under his seat, of being partial to faith and slandering "Zhongliang". Xiang Yu was "scolded" but happy. Because he felt that Fan Kuai, a figure who was like a driver escort, was better than Liu Bang, a hero. So the hero Xiang Yu released Pei Gong.

Heroes always die tragically. The death of a hero will make his times tragic. On the banks of the Wujiang River, the hero Xiang Yu traded dozens of knife wounds for the lives of hundreds of dogs and sheep. When he saw that it was the old army that came to kill him, he smiled frankly. "I heard that you paid a lot of money to buy my head, and I will give you personal feelings!" "So the most tragic scene in history began. The body of a hero fell across the Wujiang River. But then what? Later, the German shepherd-like Han army killed each other for the hero's body and even for a little reward. Poor hero! That rolling Wujiang River water should be regarded as the sad tears of the elders in Jiangdong!

Heroes are far away, and times are far away. Every time I recall the poem "Life is a hero, death is a ghost hero", I can't help being a hero, but I feel sad for that youth. Isn't that what people need?

Gratitude is a virtue and a noble virtue. To be grateful, you must know how to repay others.

I remember seeing in a report that Yao Ming, a sports superstar, was in a foreign country, still remembering the kindness of his mother's upbringing and winning glory for his country in front of foreigners. In order to repay the kindness of all walks of life to him, after graduating from Xu Benyu University, he resolutely left the bustling city and walked into the shabby hut in the backcountry, sending the rain of knowledge to the children who were eager for knowledge ... There are countless such stories, and these touching stories have educated us to be grateful people.

Around us, some small things often happen, although ordinary, but let our hearts warm and harmonious. Last weekend, I went to the movies with my good friends. On the way back, an elder sister asked us the way. After I answered, she said "thank you" several times, which made my heart happy: helping others is the foundation of happiness, absolutely! And the elder sister's gratitude is also a way of gratitude. These "thank you", like the warm spring breeze in March, caressed my cheek, very comfortable!

The ancients said it well: "The grace of dripping water is rewarded by a spring." Each of us will accept the kindness of others, and our parents are our greatest benefactors. They raise us and take care of the little things in our lives every day. They are the people we should give back to most. But now many children are too old to support their parents. What a shameful act!

I hope everyone has a grateful heart, and everyone is a grateful person. If everyone is like this, then the relationship between people will be more harmonious and social life will be better.

Heart-centered composition 8 Thanksgiving? What is gratitude? The meaning of thanking, appreciating, repaying and repaying a person. Today, I would also like to thank some people in this article.

I should be grateful in the first person, no, two people, he (she)? Who are my parents? When I was in my mother's belly, it was especially sweet when I received it. When I was born, he or she loved me with selfless love.

I also want to thank my teacher for teaching me a lot of knowledge. Teachers always say that books are an ocean of knowledge. Some people say, "Teachers are the gardeners of the motherland, and we are the flowers of the motherland." I said, "Teachers are gardeners of the motherland, and we are flowers of the motherland." "Gardeners" have been watering the flowers of the motherland with knowledge, making them grow rapidly and become the pillars of the motherland! "Thank you for your friendship and help. ...

I also want to thank an aunt who helped me. That day, I helped my mother go to the market to buy salt and soy sauce. As my father said, something unexpected happened. It suddenly rained on my way home, and I forgot to bring my umbrella. At this time, a kind and charitable aunt came up to me with something in her hand, covered my body with an umbrella and said, "Where do you live?" Go together! ""No, "I said," my house is not far from the front. "I'll go by myself." My aunt smiled and said to me, "Nothing. We are on the same road. " Let's go together! "I nodded my head. When she came to my house, my aunt said goodbye and left. I saw her come back and go out. She said that she said the same thing to help me, and then she went home.

We should learn to be grateful, and grateful people will be truly happy!

I know no one can really understand my feelings, but I just want a warm-hearted understanding to let me know that I am not fighting alone.

Before, I wouldn't tell others easily, because I haven't found anyone I can trust completely. Although I can talk to my family, I don't want them to worry about me. Although I have many friends, I know too little. Sometimes I feel that spreading my mind in front of others is like exposing a ferocious wound to others, depending on whether others come to be my psychological doctor to treat my pain or make it worse. . .

I don't know how to talk to others, for fear that if I speak too softly, others will think that I am looking for trouble; It's heartbreaking. People will think I'm exaggerating. Finally, no one will understand my pain. After listening to a few perfunctory words of comfort, they immediately changed the subject and ignored me.

Now, I have found someone who can let me speak freely. In front of him, I don't need to worry about anything. I just say what comes to mind. Sometimes my preface is irrelevant, and sometimes I cry. He is a quiet listener. He patiently patted me on the shoulder and said to me, "I understand." Every time he said this to me, I felt cured. .

I don't need someone to give me chicken soup, show me inspirational articles and cry with me. I just need a warm-hearted understanding, just like a cup of hot tea in winter, holding my hand and drinking it to warm me up. Thank you for letting me see him. I hope he can accompany me through every next spring, summer, autumn and winter and share my joys and sorrows.

Although the word gratitude is simple, how many people can understand its true meaning? We should be grateful to our parents, teachers, classmates and everyone who cares about us, but we should always have a grateful heart. Every time we are grateful, we will grow. Every time we are grateful, we will learn to be more or less happy. Thanksgiving to parents, teachers and friendship is what we middle school students should do.

Always have a grateful heart, we will find a lot and cherish a lot.

Thanksgiving parents; Think about our parents who began to wear hats when we were very young. They always cared about us, took care of us, tirelessly taught us and sheltered us from the wind and rain. Parents became haggard as we grew up. This is the selfless dedication of great parents. Can't we be grateful to our parents? Cherish what we have now and don't wait for our parents to leave. We'll regret it too late. Grateful friendship; We walked into the school with teachers' company, classmates' care and help, and friends' fate. Let us know each other under the same blue sky, play, study, help each other and laugh happily together. When encountering setbacks, friends send us words of comfort and encouragement. With such friendship, shouldn't we be grateful to our friends? Only with a grateful heart can we gain more sincere friendship.

With gratitude, the world will become sunny, grateful, happy and grateful everywhere, and the world will be harmonious and beautiful. Let us recall the past, present and future with a grateful heart.

Heart-centered composition 1 1 Do you feel that with the growth of age, our curiosity is gradually declining, so our creativity is declining and we lack innovative spirit?

Abroad, one day a mother pointed to the circle on the box and asked her son who was attending kindergarten, what is this? The son replied: This is the letter "O". The mother was surprised at first, which should not belong to her son's age, and then she was very angry. She took her son's kindergarten to court because they killed his curiosity. In the eyes of a child, the circle can be imagined in anything, not just the letter "O", and the mother won the case with only one example.

There is a swan in a lake, but the swan can't fly in the sky, because the swan always has to slide forward for a while before it can take off, and the area of this lake is too small for the swan to fly, so the swan is trapped in this lake. The child is very curious. If you restrict their thoughts, they will be trapped in the lake and can't fly like this swan.

I saw a group of pictures called "jewelry" before, but after I clicked them, I found that all kinds of shellfish insects had lines on them. The photographer recorded them so carefully, and then I thought, why did the author name it "jewelry" instead of "insect collection" In a blink of an eye, this is our vulgar place. Isn't this a precious "gem" carved by nature? Imagine if we encounter this kind of insect, whether to observe it carefully like a photographer or to avoid it. I think most people will choose the latter! So, curiosity, we should not lose it, because it is not only curious about the world, but also loves life.

Life is full of magical things everywhere, so allow some beautiful accidents to bloom like flowers in your life. Many times, when you see something really beautiful, you will be more modest. When you come into contact with something really excellent and wonderful, you will know how to work hard in life, which direction to take and how to improve yourself.

Have you ever seen the promenade built on the cliff? Have you ever seen the Great Wall that has stood for thousands of years? Have you ever seen a multifunctional farm tool? These may be reproduced by modern technology, but how they were made thousands of years ago is worth pondering.

Sichuan, the ancient land of Sichuan and Sichuan, is surrounded by many cliffs and the traffic is inconvenient. People and mountains are separated, obviously "close at hand, but far away." So a bold idea came into being-to build a long corridor on the cliff, so that it would be unimpeded? However, it is not easy to build a promenade on the cliff! For many years, many people have been trying, during which some people died, but they kept going. In this way, the corridor finally has a blueprint. They dug one cave after another on the cliff, dug a round hole one meter deep in the cave, dug a round hole on the repaired bridge slab, and put a boulder of pure granite in the round hole. Then the bridge slab was embedded in the deep pit, and the boulder was also embedded in the deep pit. In this way, a bridge plate was embedded in the cliff. Piece by piece, a long corridor appeared on the cliff. Perhaps my description is not enough to reflect the difficulty, but according to expert research, we can't copy the original promenade with modern technology. But there was neither smelting nor crane at that time, and God knows where this boulder came from and how it was inlaid. But the ancients built this miracle without protection and could die at any time!

Let's talk about multifunctional farm tools. As you can imagine, this farm tool is actually made of wood and is very durable. Even if you are tired, you can splice it into a bench. Yes, this is seamless splicing. Its structure looks very simple, that is, ordinary wood with some fantastic slots can make it change its shape at will. At that time, there were no measuring tools, and God knows how this sophisticated tool was made!

The wisdom of the ancients is endless, and those "miracles" are the crystallization of their refined wisdom again and again. This is the ancients, this is ingenuity!

Heart-centered composition 13 songs after school reverberate in my ears, humming along with the melody ... but I can't keep up with the beat, so forget it. On the contrary, the more I hum, the more ridiculous I am, making my classmates laugh at me. I really doubt if I am tone deaf. ...

Standing under the bus stop, waiting for the arrival of the bus, in fact, the heart already belongs to those sweets in the opposite shop. Apple, grape, strawberry, dazzling, and most importantly, my favorite orange flavor! I really want to buy 1 felt in his pocket, only to know that there is not enough money.

Suddenly, a "strange" landscape caught my eye. An old tricycle drove slowly, with two fat mothers and daughters sitting on it, eating leisurely. Look at the driver again. God, the driver is an old man over half a year old! He bit his lip and rode hard. You can imagine how much "burden" he has to bear, but his momentum is always so fierce that it seems that the world he longs for is in front.

Our school is on the edge of a steep slope, and even big brothers and sisters have to climb the steep slope with all their strength, not to mention this thin grandfather. Several times, my parents and I wanted to visit our school by tricycle, but the drivers either said they couldn't ride or had to pay more. Helpless, we discussed it for a while and decided not to spend the money.

Now, I really saw this incredible scene and I was shocked. I can't believe the facts. I think it must be that the children of the old man are unfilial, and it is the old man who has to suffer this crime. He should live in peace at home. ...

An old man with a "general's belly" came face to face. I am enjoying the meat bag in my hand and walking forward with a smile. "This is the life of Xinfu," I whispered.

Why do the same "sower" harvest different fruits? When I grow up, I will not let my parents starve and freeze, and I will make my parents' lives interesting every day!