You are a composition with excellent scenery.

In normal study, work or life, everyone has been exposed to composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following is what I arranged. You are an excellent composition with scenery. I hope I can help you.

You are a composition with excellent scenery. After school, the song 1 gradually sounded, and the students lined up to walk out of the campus. It was not the boarding point at that time, and I saw you at a glance in the bustling crowd-

A light gray casual dress and a pair of dark blue sneakers. Under the red plum tree next to the green belt, you straddle the electric car, your legs are stretched out on both sides of the car, and your sleeves are casually pulled, revealing slightly blackened arms and a black and white watch. You are habitually frowning, holding a mobile phone in your left hand, and your right index finger keeps sliding and clicking on the screen. Sometimes you shrug your shoulders, giggle at your mobile phone, touch your nose, scratch your scalp and look up at the direction of the school gate; Sometimes I stare at the screen for a long time, as if thinking about something important. My mouth is slightly curled and my eyebrows are tightly twisted, which adds a serious and steady temperament to you.

Behind you, the sun leans comfortably on the mountains, revealing only half a cheek, lazily spitting out bursts of residual heat, making the white clouds baked into a fiery red, like pieces of silk soaked with color casually draped around the necks of the mountains. However, some distant and thick clouds can only show some orange and pink, which are mixed in bits and pieces between the fiery red, making the whole sunset look vivid and exquisite, just like the small broken flowers on silk, which is the finishing touch.

The bright sunset glow accompanies you and this beautiful scenery.

I can't remember how many times you have waited here, but every time I see you surrounded by sunset glow, I can't help smiling on my face. Every time I think of Leng Xia in winter, you wait for me here, and there is always a warm current in my heart.

After junior high school, my studies are tense, and you are reluctant to let me go to school by myself. You didn't have a leisurely breakfast in order to send me to morning reading; You are worried that my schoolbag is too heavy after school. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, cold and hot, I always wait in the familiar sight and wind and rain. If it's windy and rainy, when you see me off, you always tell me to stay in the classroom as much as possible and not to run around; If it snows and cools down, when you pick me up, the first sentence always asks me if I am cold; Vaguely remember countless rainy days, the umbrella will always lean towards me. ...

As soon as I feel warm, I say goodbye to my classmates with a smile, skipping to your side, patting you on the shoulder and happily stepping into the back seat of the car. You also raised your mouth and turned off your cell phone. I hugged your thick waist, you boasted loudly with me and rode away with me.

Looking at the bloody sunset and the glow on the horizon, I found that you, my father, are the protagonist of this landscape! Long white clouds, shallow years, love and warmth!

You are a landscape. You are a landscape, which contains a kind of self-confidence, just like the bright sun. Without it, the whole world will become lifeless. Self-confidence comes from ourselves, and self-confidence is produced to let us break through all setbacks. If a landscape loses confidence, no matter how beautiful it is, it will only be temporary and will not last long. So, in your landscape, never lack self-confidence.

You are a landscape, and the landscape contains a dream. A dream is a road leading to an invisible distance in a painting. Without it, you can only satisfy the reality. We work hard for our dreams. In your dream, you may think you are ordinary. Ordinary you go your own way, destined to be ordinary in your eyes. No matter how beautiful the scenery is and how difficult the road is, you still have to be close to your dreams, which is enough. Because the road to dreams, what matters is the process. It's like the sky left no trace of the eagle, but it has hit the sky. We are moving towards our dreams step by step.

You are a landscape, and the landscape contains a kind of uniqueness. A uniqueness that only you have. It is just like a sprout in a painting, and it is thriving. Is the beginning of life, unpredictable and mysterious. It's hard not to know its future? Still happy? We can't know, but even if it is difficult, I believe it will try to overcome everything and turn everything difficult into a beautiful one. This is unique! Everyone has his own uniqueness, and we don't have to pursue perfection just because others have what they don't have. In my eyes, treating all this with my own uniqueness is the real perfection.

If you have confidence, dreams and learn to use your uniqueness, why not make a beautiful scenery? When you look up at the starry sky and sigh its brilliance, you don't know that you are one of the stars, but you are relatively small and glow silently in your own constellation. I think this is enough.

Leaves on campus fall to the ground; The small trees on campus are taller ... as you mature, I think you are a beautiful scenery!

You are an excellent landscape composition. Maybe I should thank the magic of words for letting me meet you in black and white. How unruly you are, how many people will follow in your footsteps; You are so delicate that I can't help but want to drift with you. Yes, you are a landscape in my heart.

At first, I met you for the first time, in Meishan, which was fragrant. When you were a teenager, you studied hard and decided to be like Qu Yuan when you grow up. "Qu Yuan Temple Fu", a timeless masterpiece, expresses your endless praise for Qu Yuan. "Can't I hold high and travel far? Can't I settle for second best and live a deep life?" If you are alone, you will be afraid that the rarer you are. Life can't strive for strong advice, but it seems to be tempted to change careers. "This is probably a word that you encourage yourself all your life. Time has proved to you that you did it Ten years of cold window has brought you a bright future, and your writing style has become a landscape in my heart.

Later, I met you in the remote and desolate Huangzhou. You are leaning against the railing alone, but you always have nothing to say. In the distance, there is a bleak autumn moon, and Hongyan is alone in Fei Ying. You sigh that you are a meritorious minister with amazing talent, but you were demoted to Huangzhou because of Wu Shi 'an. It's quiet. You start thinking. No one has saved you from hatred, so are you always negative? On the first day of the month, wandering among bullfights, canoes are floating in the river, and you standing at the bow of the boat under the moon are no longer depressed, but calm and calm. Your shadow standing on the bow has become a magnificent scenery!

Last time I met you, I was on my way to Huizhou. You are carrying very little luggage and trying to support your waist bent by wasted years. You have been demoted again, but you are still optimistic. You don't regret it because you fought for it. You are a high-ranking official and should be easy-going and cautious, but you are not. In the face of Sima Guang's idea of overthrowing Wang Anshi's ruling the country, you refused it without hesitation for the people. Wang Anshi was wrong, but not all wrong. Even if Wang Anshi asks you to demote Huangzhou, you don't hate him like Sima Guang. What a tolerant spirit! You left, leaving a firm back and indelible scenery!

After a long time, just like running water, you come calmly and leave lightly, as clean as a lotus. Yes, you are the spotless scenery in my heart!

You are a father with infinite scenery, a father who is not good at words, but every move contains love for his family. In my eyes, it is also a beautiful scenery.

My father is usually not good at words, but the seriousness of his work is unimaginable. In my heart, he is omnipotent. He can repair furniture and appliances. To his family, he is a conscientious father.

In summer, it is sultry and rainy, and it is raining cats and dogs. It's really hard. One night, after dinner, I lay on the sofa, crossing my legs, chatting with my parents, watching the pictures on TV and laughing happily. Suddenly, the lights went out, the air conditioner slowly stopped breathing, the colorful pictures on TV disappeared instantly, and darkness enveloped the whole house. I hid in my mother's arms in fear. At this point, my father neatly took out his mobile phone and began to look at the route through this light. The switch at home is not broken. There must be something wrong with the electric box. He quickly put on his raincoat and walked out of the house. My mother and I lit candles and waited for him at home.

As time went by, my mother and I were very worried about him, so we walked out of the house with an umbrella and found our father. He stood on the ladder, fiddling with the electric box, and the rain beat him. I shouted "Dad". He looked at me with some surprise and said, "Go home quickly and don't catch a cold." It's raining, so is my mother. She said, "If it's not good, don't fix it first. It is not urgent to wait until the weather is fine. " "no! It's too hot for you two to stand. Hurry home. " My mother and I have to go home.

When I got home, the living room was flushed with candlelight and there was silence around. I curled up in my mother's arms and waited for my father to come back. I don't know how long it took, but the door outside the house was opened. I opened the door and saw a figure coming. It turned out to be my father, and it kept raining. Beads of rain as big as beans hit his raincoat and flowed on his rosy cheeks. His trousers are wet and his shoes are covered with mud. But when he saw me, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

I will never forget that my clothes were soaked by rain and my soles were covered with mud, but I still smiled at my child's father. Father, you are a landscape.

You are an excellent scenery. The sky is as blue as washed, and the sun shines on the earth through the clouds. In the sun, a little brown dot appeared. All this seems to be arranged. I get closer to you bit by bit, and you come to me bit by bit. The vague figure gradually became clear, and I finally shouted: "English teacher!" " ""it's you! "You looked at me with a smile. At this moment, the valve of my memory opened, and the past flooded in. ...

Black and elegant long hair is like thin wicker, bright eyes are like round cherries, and small and exquisite figure is like a lovely child. This is your first impression on me. Our whole class likes your class, because you are cute, because you have a good temper, and because you have less homework, you have become my favorite teacher. I thought that with a good teacher, our grades would not be bad, but the fact is often the opposite. At that time, our whole class failed in the exam and came last.

I heard from the Chinese teacher that you cried, and my heart was really complicated at that time. The figure of you bending over to give lectures to your classmates, the sound of you repeating knowledge points over and over again to let us sort out our notes, and your little red face that can't remember words appear in my mind like a movie. After the first class, you went to the podium as usual, and I hung my head like a child who did something wrong. You put down your textbook with a bang, and then I looked up. The lively and lovely English teacher has disappeared, and your eyes are red and you keep wiping them with paper towels. Later, you became serious and put on a small face, but every time you hear us beg for mercy, you will be soft-hearted, and only when you are around, will we dare to talk about conditions and coquetry, and you will always try your best to tolerate us.

Later, you got pregnant, but you still came to do morning reading for us early every day, because the pregnant waist wheat was no longer needed, so you worked hard in every class to make sure everyone could hear you clearly. And every time you put away your homework, you correct it by heart. Later, your stomach became bigger and bigger, but you never missed our class. Years later, you didn't come back to work, and the class teacher said that your due date had arrived and you were resting at home. When I learned that you gave birth to a little princess, I was really happy for you, and that petite figure seemed to appear in front of me again.

English teacher, you are the most beautiful scenery in my heart.

You are a composition with excellent scenery. You are one year old and finally learn to walk independently. You are one year old, and finally you are no longer afraid of taking a bath; One-year-old, you are finally willing to sit on a sunny blanket and listen to me quietly about "Different Ksenya Goryachova Camilla".

The sun is angry with us again and again. I was tired, so I went to my room, "top-heavy" and fell on the bed. You held the wall and squinted, and you saw my feet from the beginning. You also moved the calluses on my middle finger with your soft hands, smiled and took the monkey machine away when you left. After two or three minutes, I came back like a penguin, turned and walked away, smiled and found that something was missing, and you staggered in three steps and two steps. I feel gratified and happy. When I keep guiding you forward, you can finally walk independently without holding the wall. We all laughed. I picked you up and turned around. You "fly" in the air, giggling and drooling in my face.

On a hot afternoon, "Penguin" came and you became a landscape.

"Ah", you are the most disobedient in the shower. When you step on your hard little feet, water splashes on your body, but you look innocent when you cry. The water in the basin in my hand dripped into the "green water". The sparks produced by the collision between hot and cold, the appearance of fire after contact with ice, met bit by bit, and finally I issued an anger that was suppressed in my heart. I taught you again, your little feet slowly invaded the water, and your little hands played with the water and splashed. Water has become your friend. You stayed in the water for nearly 40 minutes, but finally you couldn't hold on.

Your friend-water, when you play, you become a landscape, a beautiful landscape.

Xia Guang packaged you as an angel. You looked down at your little hand, and your saliva turned into sparkling stars, flashing. I seem to have magic in my hand. I move my left hand with my right hand, and my right hand exercises my left hand. I came over and suddenly looked up to get the book on the table. Now you are unpredictable. How many amazing little ideas are there in your little head? "Let's look at the characters in Carmen's" Different Ksenya Goryachova Camilla "..." It's hard to ponder when you look at the chicken painted in the book!

You grew up under our care, and every change scene in the process of growing up became a landscape.

When you grow up slowly, every different action will become a beautiful scenery, and you are that unique scenery.