Composition through fog

In ordinary daily life, everyone will always come into contact with composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is my composition through the fog, for reference only, hoping to help everyone.

There is a saying that "friendship is precious, but love is more expensive." And I think this sentence is wrong, it should be "friendship is precious, family is more expensive." Why do you say that?

Because I have a mother who loves me!

When I was a child, mom was a distant word to me. My mother went out to make a living. Whenever I am naughty, people will say that you are naughty. If your mother doesn't come back, I will be fine at once.

When I was in primary school, my mother came back to me. She loves me very much. I remember that every time I do my homework, she will stay with me, looking at my exercise book with soft eyes, watching my pencils fall one by one, and then touching my head. At that time, I would feel very relaxed, and it felt like a breeze blowing through willows, not arrogant or impetuous.

Later, when I grew up, I was a little rebellious in the sixth grade. Every time she sits at my desk, I impatiently urge her to leave. I didn't dare to look at her. I just pushed her out of the door. Naturally, I didn't know her eyes were getting darker and darker. Even so, she will quietly bring the milk in, help me clear the table, and quietly quit. I didn't know how much she loved me at that time. Like a dish soaked in oranges. It's light, but it tastes refreshing.

As a junior high school student, I learned love and gratitude from my teacher. I know I should give her an extra bowl when I eat, help her wash dishes and watch TV with her when I have time. When I go shopping with my friends, I will bring her one or two small gifts. She smiled faintly, touched my head and said, "My daughter has grown up."

Now, I have learned from her how to love someone and cherish everyone who loves me. In the evening, when she does her homework, she will bring in a glass of milk as usual. I won't smile at her stupidly like when I was a child, nor will I ask her out angrily like when I was a child. I will smile and say "Mom, I love you". I suddenly have a feeling of coming out of the fog. My mother is the breeze that blows away the fog and the light that illuminates my progress.

Thank you, mom. I love you, Mom!

When you are confused, tell yourself firmly that you will succeed if you try again.

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Back in time, at the beginning of the third grade, due to more and more learning tasks and deeper learning content, the pressure on me is increasing. Bad papers, teachers' criticism, parents' chilling, classmates' ridicule, the thought of these makes my heart full of astringency, just like falling into a fog.

Especially in my physics, my grades have been unsatisfactory. No matter how hard I listen to the class and study, my grades have stopped. The results of several exams have not changed much, and I am a little disheartened and want to give up my efforts. Seeing my lack of enterprising behavior, my father didn't say much, but gave me a book on my birthday, which was Liu Yong's "Try again and you will succeed". Dad also told me that the title of the book has two meanings: first, we will always encounter setbacks and pressures in the process of growing up. Don't be discouraged. As long as you have the courage and confidence to "try again", you will succeed; Second, after we succeed, it is always easy to be content with the status quo. Only with the belief of "try again" can we constantly surpass ourselves and climb to a new height of success.

From then on, I adjusted my mind and began to work hard. In class, I listened to the teacher carefully. On the white paper, I wrote notes to record my desire for knowledge. On the playground, we ask each other questions about knowledge. On the pitch, what is left is the sound of reading and the sweat of youth. On the desk, one test paper after another is constantly being made. Under the bright lamp, there are examination papers, reflecting the figure of struggle.

Whenever I encounter setbacks and difficulties, I will think of "Try again and you will succeed".

Many things happen, my physics scores are constantly improving, and I am among the best in my class. In the face of teachers' gratified eyes, parents' encouraging words and classmates' praise, my heart is full of sense of accomplishment and pride.

My thoughts flew back, and I secretly said to myself, "Thank you for this book. It is like the morning sun, which dispels the fog around me and shows me the bright road ahead. " As long as you firmly believe in learning, learn to persist and be confident, walk through the spring and usher in the midsummer, you will surely reap rich fruits of tomorrow.

Through the fog, composition 3 is full of fog, covering the sky. The wind wrapped in fog, wisps and pieces, tore everything off. The students all went home yesterday, but he didn't dare. He is afraid of seeing his parents' disappointed eyes again. He sat alone in the classroom, with several papers lying about on the table. He read the examination paper again, and the thick red stick made his eyes burn. It's over. It's over this time. He folded the test paper slowly and put it in the desk bucket. Two lines of clear tears rolled out of his black eyes again, leaving two drops of clear tears on his pale cheeks. Is he really hopeless? You know, he has made much more efforts than others!

Out of the classroom, the wet fog kissed his face, as if comforting and laughing. My unkempt hair was covered with water droplets. He lowered his head and the wind was blowing under his feet. In order not to waste any time, he has formed the habit of walking quickly.

The fog became thicker. He raised his hand and brushed the wet hair from his forehead. Looking around, his route and way disappeared into the fog. He hesitated. Is he really lost? ! He seems to remember clearly that the path that left him many footprints was so straight. Why has it become so bumpy and so long today?

He suspected that his mind was in a mess again, and there was just a clear water under his feet. He seems to have found the excitement and soaked his face in cold water. Much more awake! He saw his father's muddy and expectant eyes again and heard bitter words: "odd, study hard, sell iron in the pot, and dad will provide you." He saw his mother sweating like rain in the vicious sun, and her words clearly echoed in his ears: "Baby! You have a good future, and neither your father nor I are wrong. " He seemed to hear the teacher's inculcation and the students' encouragement again. He felt that the road under his feet suddenly became clear. "Don't live up to expectations!" He growled and ran forward. He believes that at the end of the dense fog, there will be bright sunshine.

The real beauty through the fog is often a fairyland on earth after a long journey.

In midsummer July, during the busy summer vacation, I took a break and went south with my father to Wuzhen, a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. When I got off the plane, the midday sun stung my eyes without hesitation, and I felt a ray of enthusiasm from the south.

Packed my bags, I walked freely between the houses in the water town. The more you wait at the water's edge, the heavier the water vapor is evaporated by the sun. The sky was clear in Wan Li just now, and the fog soon cleared.

At present, the visibility is getting lower and lower, and finally I lost my way in the criss-crossing streets and alleys. I got lost at the intersection and didn't have the courage to move forward. Go back to the hotel angrily and pass the time bored.

I came all the way to visit, and I didn't even see him. It was really depressing. The upturned eaves looked at me silently, with a face of innocence and helplessness. I bitterly kicked the stone under my feet into the dim alley to relieve boredom, but I didn't hear the expected collision between the stone and the ground, only the noise of the friction between the stone and the grass. Murphy, how many wild flowers can there be ahead? I walked forward with a tracking record, walked through the thick fog at the grassroots level, and saw a picture that I still remember:

Purple, purple everywhere, countless lavender in the sun shining with deep psychedelic purple, bright and dazzling. The wind blows from time to time, and all the flowers are undulating in the purple sea of flowers, turning out one purple spray after another. It is far from the water source. With the help of the wind, the thick fog seems to be locked in a residential area, which is impenetrable and cannot be dispersed, covering up the stunning beauty.

In fact, when life is full of this kind of thick or light fog, we may lose our way forward, as if they cover the sky. Let's pursue the bleak ideal road. However, sometimes they are just a thin layer and the fog is dark. It was foggy outside and suddenly became clear. The key is whether we have the courage to cross the fog. Do you believe there is a glimmer of hope in life? Let life shine again.

Life also needs the courage to cross the fog again. The real beauty may be just three feet away from the fog, waiting quietly to be discovered.

Through the fog composition 5 fog, fascinated my eyes, covered my heart, I can not go out, the abyss of sin. -inscription

"It's windy tonight. You don't have to go out, do you, Dad?" Women's expectant eyes are getting brighter and brighter in the dim light. "I can't, the employer said, tonight, or I won't meet such a good thing in the future. After this time today, I can stay at home for a few more days. " The man at the door looks big, and his hair is faintly white in the dark.

"Oooo ~" Neither of them moved, the air was still, and the sea breeze seemed to give a faint sadness. For a long time, the man stood up and broke the silence. "Qi wretched crying. Go and see him. I should go, too. "Say that finish, he walked to the boat on the shore against the sea breeze. The woman looked at the man's back, put down her work, strode to the door and held it. "The child's father! Be careful! " The pace of men's progress came to an abrupt end, smelling the sea breeze and feeling the heartbeat. Tell yourself: I can't fail again today, I must support this family!

"Hey, Lao Qin, you finally came. I said you quit." The bald man stood up with a smile and patted Lao Qin on the shoulder, not angry at the delay. "Well, everyone is here, let's go!" Poof, poof, poof, blue whale! Come on, everybody, come on! Pay more if you catch me! "The bald man shouted at those people anxiously.

Old Qin looked at the flying harpoon, hook and awl, and then at the back of the locked blue whale. New injuries and old injuries have covered its back, and blood is flowing. "Old qin! Look at you! " Ah, the blue whale has turned! Its eyes! ! Really so pure! ! ! Ah, there is another wave on the sea. Oh, blue whale, I think I fell into the money hole. Oh, there are waves on the sea again.

When the sun shone the first ray of sunlight on the sea, several people appeared on the beach. Alas, it failed again! It's the same fish. Oh, no, if I miss again, I'll be a salted fish! "The bald man got wet, but the old Qin next to him took another road." Hey! Lao Qin, where are you going? ! "Old Qin didn't stop moving this time." Goodbye! Bald Lee, I quit! "

Wake up through the fog composition 6, where is this? Everything around is hazy, as if covered with a veil. Although this thin fog obscured my vision, in my opinion, my heart is strong enough and my perseverance is strong enough. Then I will be like a ray of sunshine in the vast fog, through the fog, and get a new life.

Fog-dilemma

At first, I also fell into this dilemma, but fortunately, with some experience, this vast fog is like my situation, surrounded by all sides, but isn't this a happy event? It's better to relax than to make you miserable. You have to face it anyway. If you take it as an exercise, it may be of great benefit to you. Find the source of the dilemma and go through this fog in one fell swoop. At this time, you will find that adversity can make talents!

The fog lingers.

When I was a child, my grandmother always warned me, "always remember this fog, it is the fog in my hometown and belongs to you." Face it and challenge it, as long as you make up your mind, it will become the cornerstone of your ambition! "A few years later, grandma has left me, but grandma has never disappeared from my memory. Whenever the fog rises, I always feel that grandma has returned to my side and walked side by side with me. The interest of life is not necessarily to fight hard in the officialdom, but to yearn for the ordinary, which is the symbol of true greatness. So this fog is not so much the cornerstone of my life as my grandmother's concern for me and my lingering feelings for her. Through this fog, grandma will be happy for me

Fog-the last way

Sometimes, I wonder, what danger is hidden behind this fog? Is it a blessing or a curse? But every time I think about it, another idea comes to mind. Since ancient times, no one has died, and everyone has a morning and a night. I was born to die, so why should I be afraid? The only thing I need to do is to treat it as a road I have to go through. Only through this fog can I greet a new day.

The fog of life alternates between reality and reality. When I open my eyes, the fog is boundless, but when I regard it as a ray of sunshine, I will summon up courage to get through the fog and get a new life.

Through the fog composition 7 "Me!" "me!" ......

Looking at my hands held high in front of me, I can't help thinking of me in primary school. At that time, I was carefree and fearless In class, I will raise my hand to speak if I have any ideas. However, I don't know when to start, and gradually, the number of hands raised is getting less and less, not because I don't want to talk, but because I am afraid that I will be laughed at by my classmates if I make a mistake. Over time, the double killing seems to be firmly nailed to the desk. I tried to pull out this nail several times, but failed again and again. Am I going to be nailed for life like this?

I remember that open class made me clear the fog and regain my confidence. The teacher said that anyone who speaks in class can get a bookmark. Bookmarks are exquisite and changeable, and I hesitated at once. I want to raise my hand to speak, but I have no confidence.

In class, the teacher asked a lot of questions and wanted to give everyone a chance to speak, but I still didn't raise my hand. Ten minutes before class, I decided to overcome my inner confidence and the nails that bound me.

Just when the teacher asked the last question, my hand was slowly raised, but I wanted to put it down again, for fear of making a mistake. At this time, the deskmate spoke: "Don't be afraid, just express your thoughts." This restored my confidence and strengthened my raised hand. The teacher seemed to see a strange hand and got up at noon to answer. I said what I thought, and although my voice was low, the teacher praised me. This encouraged me, thinking: there is nothing to be afraid of, but answer a question.

Suddenly, the fog in my heart was blown away by a spring breeze, showing a bright and warm heart.

Fog is just a hurdle on the road to success. It can only hinder your action, but it cannot stop your action. Clear the fog and the future is bright. The key is how to deal with it. Do you choose to continue or stop?

Through the fog, to see the direction of their own progress, in order to go on carefree. I believe that there must be bright sunshine at the end of the dense fog.

I don't know when, who or why. It always makes me tired, black and blue, like a heartbroken person. Night falls slowly, shrouded in humid air, and the moon sheds white light, leaving a cold and sad atmosphere. I walked home step by step, my mind was in a mess, and I couldn't find the direction and taste of home. ...

"I'm back." Hey, why is nobody here? Did I lie about going to cram school, but I was found to be going to a classmate's birthday party? I went back to my room trembling. I put my chin on the table, thinking and reflecting quietly. I spread out my notebook and let my thoughts flow on the pen tip and paper. ...

I hope to go back to the forest, to the waterfall that "flies straight down to thousands of feet", and to the pond where "the lotus leaves are infinitely bright and the lotus flowers are of different colors" to experience the charm of flowers and feel the beauty of birds and flowers ... However, lying makes me feel confused and unable to face it calmly, even if there is no language, it is only spiritual and natural! I regret it. I am in pain, but I don't want to lie and say goodbye. Suddenly, my house has turned into a small gazebo, so that I can sit and watch us look at the green trees around your village, stand and look at the pale blue in remote mountainous areas, overlook the sunrise and look up at the riverside as green as blue. I listen to birds, flowers, waterfalls and mountains ... Nature is so beautiful, so quiet, so calm, so clear and so spotless that people are ashamed of their evil deeds of lying. My heart lake burst its banks, and it broke through the layers of fog, rushing and shouting: give up lying! Give up lying! With the shouts, my mood suddenly became clear. At this point, I

I met a fair-skinned young man with a long beard and a handsome face. He gave his love to the mountains and rivers and wrote, "The cranes in the clear sky row clouds, and then he brought poems to Bixiao." Jueju My sudden shock brought my spiritual journey back to reality. I was very upset. I scolded "lying" in a rage and wrote my resignation. At this time, happiness and relaxation quietly returned to me. Friends, when your mind is troubled, don't worry, let your mind make a quiet trip, and walk out of the fog and into the secluded land in the spirit of nature.