On this day, I came home late because of my composition.

No matter in school or in society, everyone has tried to write. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is the day I arranged. I came home late to write a composition for reference only. Let's have a look.

On this day, I came home late. The sky is gloomy and people can't breathe. It seems that it is raining in Mao Mao in mid-air, which not only makes people feel less sultry but also makes people feel annoyed; There is almost no traffic on the road, and many cars often whistle impatiently; My father and I were stuck in traffic on this road for nearly an hour.

Because I was dizzy after sitting in the car for a long time, I lowered the window and wanted to breathe the fresh air outside.

However, it was not the cool fresh air in the drizzle, but a heat wave full of unpleasant gasoline smell. The interval between cars only allows one person to pass, even if there are people who change lanes illegally; Vendors set up stalls on the roadside, occupying more than half of the driveway, and their pale cries were drowned out by one horn after another; There are also several impatient car owners shouting there, which reminds me of the "garbage truck rule" I once saw in a book; Even under such bad road conditions, there are several electric cars and bicycles in the middle, and the scene is chaotic and noisy, which makes me sigh.

At this time, I saw an old man standing on the side of the road with a cane, but he didn't cross the road, but waited there. At this time, the car drove forward reluctantly, and a young man in his twenties came over and said to the old man, "Grandpa, let me help you." Grandpa said to him very kindly, "don't worry, young man." The road is so messy. Wouldn't it be more chaotic if I went in again? " Now that young people are busy, I have nothing to do. Wait here for a while. "This passage shook me like thunder. I suddenly felt that the dark clouds in the sky had cracked a crack, and the golden sunshine tilted down from the inside and shone on this muddy road.

I came home late that day. But until I went to bed at night, I kept thinking: Why did this happen?

On this day, I came home late. Composition 2 "Alas ~ I'm really tired" It's getting dark now. Just lying in bed on duty, I suddenly remembered something about primary school. I remember coming home late that day, but my father's actions made me feel very warm.

I remember that day, I remembered my mother's words yesterday and went to the crossroads to wait for my parents. "ouch!" A few drops of rain fell on my nose. "Tick-tock, tick-tock" They rushed to the ground with all their strength, so I had to put my schoolbag on my head with both hands. Gradually, there are fewer and fewer people on the road, and I am more and more anxious. I watched other students and parents walking together talking and laughing, and even the birds on the branches enjoyed the warmth of their mother's arms. I think it's getting late, and the rain has stopped now. One minute, two minutes, three minutes ... Time passes by me, but I can't see the figure I long for. I was so anxious that I stamped my feet and tears could not help flowing out of my eyes. At that moment, it seemed that the whole world had betrayed me. Suddenly, the distant light vaguely shone on my face, and I slowly opened my eyes. I saw the man in the distance walking in a hurry, as if looking for something. I got closer and closer and dried my tears. "ah! My dad! " I have rushed to my father according to the feeling that I can't bear to let go. My father hugged me excitedly and said, "I, I am your only daughter!" " "I suddenly felt the cold in my heart suddenly disappeared without a trace.

When I got home, my family stopped talking about it. My father always helps me cook a meal to calm me down. Perhaps things in life are often not as indifferent as you think, but silently care about you behind your back and give you a sense of security. Even after many years, thinking of my father's hug still makes me doubly warm.

On this day, I came home late. Sometimes, the more beautiful the scenery, the more it understands you.

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Today is my mother's birthday, but I'm late. I ran on the road in the community and felt out of breath. I finally knocked on the door, and the first thing I saw was my mother's smiling face. "How late it is, we are all waiting for you." I was silent, just holding out a beautiful jasmine flower from behind and telling the reason why I came home late.

After school, I walked into the flower shop first. Today is my mother's birthday. I'm going to send a flower as a gift to the man who gave birth to me and worked day and night. The first thing that caught my eye was a large colorful chrysanthemum, which I enjoyed very much. The orange leaves are euphemistic, showing me a wonderful picture of the stars holding the moon. But that's not my intention. My mother is very happy.

When I visited the garden again, I was lucky enough to meet peony, and I couldn't help but marvel. That noble temperament makes people want to say "Queen". It is white and flawless, giving people a magnificent feeling, but its appearance is also surprisingly beautiful. Using "perfect" to describe it is simply disrespectful. But that's not my intention. My mother is very simple.

Seeing such beautiful scenery, I really can't tolerate cherry blossoms and magnolia in my eyes. The farther you go, the closer you get to the finish line, and the more disappointed you are. Unconsciously, I reached the "end point", but I lost confidence and prepared to go home empty-handed: it's dusk, go home.

Walking on the sidewalk, my nose was taken away by a fragrance. On closer inspection, it turned out to be a jasmine flower in the corner. I sigh that its appearance is not better than other flowers, but its fragrance is charming and selflessly gives people "pleasant air", just like the great poet Du Fu's "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently". This is exactly what I want. My mother has a kind heart.

"I'm sorry, mom, I came home late. Happy birthday to you! "

On this day, I came home late. On this day, I came home late. It's already dark, the lights in the shops on the street are on, and the streets are brightly lit. I walked down the street with anxiety and thought, "It's over, I'm late for home. What should I do? "

Actually, the reason is this. ...

On this day, I was supposed to get home at six o'clock in the normal time, but something unexpected happened, which made me go home late-I met an old man in the street today. I was walking well, and an old man on the side of the road came slowly and took my hand and looked at me. I stopped and said to the old man, "What can I do for you, old man?" He said to me, "son, do you know where No.44 West Street is?" I thought about it, oh, it seems to be in the opposite direction from my home. I said, "Yes, but …" The old man interrupted me. "Oh, great. Can you take me?" I hesitated, on the one hand, I wanted to send the old man home, on the other hand, I was afraid that I would be late, and my parents were worried. The old man looked at me like this and explained, "Oh, nothing. I don't know how to get home. I asked several people, but they all said they didn't know. If you don't want to, forget it. I am looking for someone else. " With that, she turned and left without waiting for my reply. I can't bear to see her stagger. I ran after him and said, "Forget it, I'll take you home." The old man smiled and nodded. As a result, an old man with a hunchback and a teenager carrying a schoolbag were walking in the street together. I talked and laughed with the old man all the way. He told me that all his children were working in other places, and only he and his wife were at home. His wife is still suffering from Alzheimer's disease, and she usually doesn't dare to let him go out. She can only come out at night when he is asleep. I feel a little sad after listening to my words. When I arrived at the old man's house, I bowed to her and walked back step by step. ...

So this day, I came home late. But I know an old man.

On this day, I came home late. It was an ordinary day in summer vacation. As usual, I went home after my interest class.

Cycling on the road, waves of heat waves came, and I vaguely heard someone calling me. I looked around for the source of the sound and finally stopped among a group of people. Yes, those are my classmates. I didn't know it was my good friend's birthday until I rode my bike. He waits for me on my way every day and invites me to play somewhere else. I readily agreed.

I was going to leave after playing for a while, but I forgot the time when I played. Talking and laughing all the way, we also went to a shopping mall to play the game of "tearing famous brands". Time flies, and when I think of going home and walking out of the mall, the bright day has turned into a flashing night. Only then did I realize that I had been playing for too long, thinking that my mother must be in a hurry now and need to report peace first.

Open the phone and see, my god, there are more than 20 missed calls on the silent phone, including mom, dad and grandpa. ...

I quickly called my mother back, but my mother, who never likes to be angry, shouted to me, "Where are you?" What have you been doing? Why don't you come back so late? You didn't answer a lot of phone calls ... "

My mother's words kept coming at me like machine guns. I quickly explained, "I have a very good friend's birthday. Let's play together and forget the time. " Come back, I'll settle accounts with you at home!

I thought something bad would happen. I'm sure I can have a big meal when I go home this time.

Sure enough, the whole family went into battle and accused me of not saying hello, not going home and not answering the phone. I admit my mistake with my head down and promise that the same mistake will never happen again.

I'm not angry because of my family's accusations, because I can feel my family's concern and worry about me, and let me know that I can't just think about myself and ignore the feelings of others in the future.

On this day, I came home late; On this day, I also felt the deep love of my family!

On this day, I came home late. Everyone has failed, and there will be experiences of falling from the peak of life to the bottom. Of course, I am no exception.

On this day, I came home late. I came home late because of my mid-term exam results, but I slipped more than forty students. Today is Friday, so I can go home. This is a happy thing. Everyone is very happy. Even if some people fail in the exam, they don't care. Only my world is full of dark clouds ... "Ding ..." As soon as the school bell rang, the students flocked to the door, and I was the only one who stayed quietly in the classroom. Are you disappointed in me? Thinking of this, I can't help but shed tears of regret …

It was dark before I knew it, so I began to pack my schoolbag and prepare to go home.

When I got to the door, all the families had lights on. I trudged into the house. As soon as I entered the house, I saw my mother still preparing dinner as usual, and the family was still sitting waiting for me to come back. The chopsticks didn't move. I'll go straight to them. I stood in front of them timidly. I thought my mother would blame me, but she didn't. "Come over for dinner, what are you doing there? I will wait for you for a while. Wash your hands and eat quickly. " I sat down carefully. "By the way, why did you come back so late today?" "ah? I ... I'm on duty today, on duty. " "Oh, let's eat quickly!" I slowly picked up my rice bowl, but it was delivered to my mouth, as if it weighed a thousand pounds. I began to hope to observe my mother: black hair mixed with strands of white hair; There are some wrinkles on his face; For me, my slender hands have also become rough. Thinking of this, I couldn't control my feelings any more, and I jumped into my mother's arms with a "wow" …

After this incident, I felt the greatness of my mother, the warmth of my home, and let me know that no matter what happens, I must go home on time and not let my parents worry. Also, never forget: home is the harbor of our hearts!

On this day, I came home late. I sat alone at the head of the bed, looking out of the window, and suddenly I had a lot of thoughts. ......

School is over. I ran out of the school gate desperately to catch the last bus. But everything will not be so perfect-when I arrived, the bus had left the platform with tail gas. "alas. Hey! I can only walk back! " I sighed and said disappointedly.

My parents are away on business, leaving me alone at home.

The moon is like a boat, swimming in the sea of stars. Bright light, soft with dark light, flows to the world. The ground is covered with a silver carpet. It's late autumn, so it's a little cold. The wind gently blows on my face, gentle but sad. Not far away, the rustling maple leaves urged me. Intermittent insect sounds seem a little sad. My heart is gloomy.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally got downstairs. I went up the stairs, stamped a few feet at the induction light bulb and yelled twice, but it didn't light up. For me who is afraid of the dark, it is naturally not a good thing. I can't help complaining in my heart: "Hey! Why is there a power outage? " But complaining like this is not a wise choice. I must be brave and fearless.

I walked slowly up the stairs step by step, and it was dark all around, like spilled ink. My heart has been very nervous. ......

On the second floor, I suddenly froze-there was a faint light on my face. I followed up. I see candles at the end of every escalator. The words of candlelight make my eyes stare; The beating flame lit up my heart and was comforted. At this time, there is no depression and sigh, and the burning spirit dances in the light waves. The breath of the night becomes warm and serene, and the whole corridor is filled with flickering candlelight, which makes my lonely eyes blurred in softness, no longer afraid and helpless. ......

On a cold night, there is no light. But there are also good people who give selflessly. Not only did I help others, but I also felt an indescribable satisfaction in my heart. Isn't that what I should study?

I stopped thinking and fell asleep with this beautiful world.

On this day, I came home late and looked at the lively scene around me; Listen, the laughter of other families; I can't help crying when I think of what just happened. ...

I took the English week exam the other day. After handing out the paper again, I worked hard and finished it in less than one class. After that, I didn't catch the old bad habit, but carefully checked the test paper until I handed it in. Why? I'm scared! I'm afraid that I won't do well in the exam, I'm afraid that if I don't do well in the exam, I'll meet the teacher's disappointed eyes, and I'm afraid that I will live up to my parents' expectations.

In the next few days, I am afraid to see my score, but I also hope to see my score. Oh, how contradictory!

It's out, it's out, and the weekly exam results are out! But I'm a little disappointed. Looking at the bright red numbers on the paper, I was shocked! Because I never thought I would get such a low exam! /kloc-scores above 0/08 are needless to say, one step away, not to mention the teacher deducted two points from me because of a calculation error.

Friday is coming, school is over, and we are going home. We walked slowly to the gate and home step by step. ...

My home is a little far from school, it is a long distance. I still walk slowly, so it will take a long time, kicking stones on the side of the road while walking. I don't know how far I have gone, and I don't know how many hours have passed. I only know that if it is normal, I will be able to go home soon, and I can still see the shadow of the school now.

Finally, I got home, but it was getting dark. Looking at the closed door, I don't know whether I am glad that my father is still working overtime or sad that I am alone at home.

I had no choice but to take out the key in my schoolbag and open the door. When I entered the room, I found that he had come back and turned on the light, and I didn't pay attention.

"Come back. Why are you back so late? " "I ..." "Don't say it if you don't want to. Go and eat. I have done it for you. " "hmm."

The expected criticism did not appear, but enthusiastic attention. A warm current came to my heart, which made me sleep peacefully after dinner, calmed my uneasy heart and made me cry.

On this day, I came home late. The sun has quietly set, and I am still "trapped" on duty in this school. Because there are fewer people on duty this time, it is naturally longer than other groups. I looked at the sunset outside the window, beautiful and sad. Even the sun is going home. Why can't I?

In this way, dragging our tired bodies, we are finally finished. Looking at the clean and tidy classroom, I can't help but feel a little more comfort. At least, the time we spent was worthwhile.

The bright moon has slowly climbed into the sky. So late? Shit! Mom will be angry! As I thought about it, I accelerated the pace of going home. In this way, when I arrived at my door, I obviously wanted to go home quickly. For some reason, I dare not open the door at this moment. The door is so close to me, within reach, and so far away, separated by my remorse and timidity.

I finally got up the courage to open the door. I was greeted by delicious food instead of my mother's reproachful tone and questioning eyes.

The fragrance floated to my side, as if asking me, "Why did you come back so late? Why? Huh? " I quickly shook my head and ran back to the bedroom to change clothes and wash my hands, and sat down at the table. Just as I was about to speak, my mother spoke first.

"Are you cold when you come back? Did anyone come back with you? If not, do you need to pick you up? " I froze when I looked down. I slowly raised my head and looked at my mother smiling at me. She seems to be aware of my remorse and nervousness, and her tone is particularly gentle, which I didn't expect.

He blurted out a few words: "No." . Not cold, nothing, I can come back by myself! " In fact, the night outside is particularly cold. I have to say this in order not to worry my mother. I laughed and swallowed my meal.

I am very happy and lucky. Even though I came home late, I still have a mother who loves me very much.

On this day, I came home late 10 night. I stood at the window, and the bright moonlight fell on me without stint. The evening breeze blows on my face, which is cool. Staring at the quiet night sky, my thoughts not only returned to the last day of going home.

On that day, only a few classmates and I were distributing blackboard newspapers in the classroom. I was too busy working to chat, and laughter came from time to time. My arms are sore and my legs are numb ... no one complains, no one flinches, everyone is so focused and so serious. As time goes on, the sun sets and darkness gradually covers the earth. Thanks to everyone's unremitting efforts, the blackboard newspaper was finally completed. There was a gratified smile on the teacher's face, and I felt a sense of accomplishment. But I didn't know. At this moment, my parents are still waiting for me anxiously at home. I quickly packed my schoolbag, said goodbye to my teachers and classmates, and quickly walked out of the school gate. There are few pedestrians on the road, and everyone is in a hurry. This is the first time I have come home so late, and I feel a little uneasy, but I remember the teacher once said that a person has to go through many firsts when he is mature, and all firsts are opportunities to exercise himself. I felt a sense of pride in my heart and my steps became light and firm. Unconsciously came downstairs, just opened the door of the corridor, suddenly there was a familiar cry behind him. It was dad, and he woke up at once. A pair of loving eyes behind him kept staring at me. He didn't bother me at first, but stayed with me like a patron saint.

Through coming home late this time, I understand what people often say, fatherly love is like a mountain, deep, ordinary and without traces. But you can use your shoulders to make your child stand higher and see farther.

On this day, I came home late, panting to the eighth floor. I looked at my watch. It was already 9: 25! Oh, my God, what have I done?

I knocked on the door in fear and trembling, and the door opened. I looked around. "Ha ha, the teacher is not in the living room." I happily put on my slippers and ran to the ninth floor.

"Jingle, jingle, jingle ..." The bell on the schoolbag sounded light and cheerful, but my heart suddenly fell to the bottom.

"Qiu Chen, are you home so late?" The teacher's voice came from the room, and this damn bell exposed my whereabouts! Fortunately, it is Mr. Lin. I breathed a sigh of relief and remained silent. I put my hand behind my back, held the bell, and quietly walked up the wooden ladder with my feet down.

Yes, it's only five or six steps away. I passed the first level! Suddenly there was movement at the door, haha, are there any classmates who came home later than me? I ignored the door and walked on. Wait, the third day is 9: 10. So, Yang Xuechang has arrived home. It's not Miss Liu who came in through this door, is it?

I was in high spirits when a lazy and dignified voice, like the Monkey King's Five Elements Mountain, stopped me: "Did you just go home? How so late! Don't say anything, put down your schoolbag first, and then come over! "

I am crying in my heart: "Poor me!" I finally escaped from Mr. Lin and was caught by Mr. Liu! "

With a cold face, Mr. Liu turned out a small four-page printed manuscript-"Ten Characteristics of Excellent Middle School Students".

"Read it five times!" After that, Teacher Liu went to wash, leaving me sad. ...

If I know this, why should I know it?

On this day, I came home late. On the day of composition 12, I came home late.

Mother stood in the room, angry and happy. I am angry because I am old, ignorant and inconsiderate of my family. I am very happy, because I finally got home and nothing happened.

Grandma, who has been sitting on the sofa wiping tears, rushed to hug me, chanting "Great, Great, Nothing …" Grandpa stood by and looked at me reproachfully.

"Hey, where's Dad?" I asked my mother curiously, and my grandmother quickly said, "Your father went out looking for you. You see how old you are, it doesn't worry people. " Grandma added, "The food is cold. I'll heat it up."

After more than ten minutes, my father finally came back, but he was embarrassed. His trousers are covered with dust. When he saw me, he scolded me, "What's the matter with you? I came home so late that I looked for you for so long. The road was too dark and I fell! "

Hearing this, I finally couldn't help laughing. "How dare you laugh? Your father has been looking for you for so long, and he is still injured. You are not ashamed at all. You stand for half an hour, and you are not allowed to eat today. " My mother shouted at me angrily. Heroes don't suffer immediate losses, so I stand by and watch. I feel very sad in my heart.

If I had known, I wouldn't have played hide-and-seek with them. I could have gone home early when school was over. As a result, my classmates grabbed me and said, "It's still early today. Let's go to school to play for a while! " "Forget it, go home early and finish your homework and go to bed early." I hesitated. "Never mind, just play for a while." "All right!" I couldn't resist the temptation and agreed. As a result, I forgot the time when I was playing and didn't go home until dark.

Today, I opened the door and found my cousin's family and parents having dinner. My mother asked me why I was late today, and I happily told my mother that I saw such a thing outside today.

Today is Friday, and school is early. On my way home by bike, I saw a large group of people around the roadside. I am curious. I stopped the car and went over to have a look. I saw a man dressed as a Taoist priest, holding a fan in his hand, talking clearly over there. Then someone looked like an epiphany and gave the old man money. I was curious and listened to what he was saying. Through their conversation, I found that this is a fortune-telling booth. The fortune teller is telling a middle-aged man that he will succeed in starting a business in the future, but he will die of illness. Then he called the middle-aged man to ask for some money and told him some countermeasures. I am also very curious about my own destiny, so I also asked the old gentleman to help me calculate and see what my future destiny will be like. The old man charged me 20 yuan and asked some questions about my birthday. Then, he thoughtfully took out a few stones from the jar, like a pattern, closed his eyes, pinched his fingers and muttered something. Then his eyes opened wide, and he said that he foresaw my future. I eagerly asked him about my future, but he was embarrassed and said that the secret could not be revealed, but he whispered in my ear that if I gave him some more money, he could tell me. So I handed it to 20 yuan convincingly, and he said that my future would be brilliant and my life would be very happy. So, I rejoiced at my good luck all the way until I got home and told my mother about it cheerfully.

My mother listened to my words and shook her head and said that fortune-telling was unscientific. Man's fate is only in his own hands. If I study hard, I can naturally make my life better, but if I spend more than ten years, my future life will be wandering. I look a little disappointed. After thinking about what my mother said, I still have to study hard. After all, happiness does not fall from the sky. We should strive for a better future with our own hands.

On this day, I came home late. It was past seven when I got home. My father is watching my mobile phone on the sofa, and my mother is playing with the computer. Everything is so "quiet", but I know it is the calm on the eve of the storm.

At the end of school, the English teacher suddenly rushed in and quickly signed up for a list. This is a bolt from the blue, and it is definitely not good to sign up for us at this time.

We all sat in a big group according to the teacher's request and began to look at the English teacher with trepidation. I saw that the English teacher brought us a pile of white papers and handed them to us one by one, and said, "You failed in dictation! Copy the words ten times before dictation! "

Our group immediately exploded the pot and finally calmed down and began to copy quickly.

It was already dark when I finished copying, and the summer night came very late.

I listened to every word and sentence of the teacher's report with trepidation. I finally finished dictation and looked at my watch. Oh, my God! At 6: 40, I immediately put the books into my schoolbag, grabbed my schoolbag and ran to the station.

It was eerie all the way. On the road of the residential area, the lights are flickering and gurgling from time to time, as if tottering and trees burping from the room. I was scared out in a cold sweat.

When I came to the elevator door, I looked intently and my eyes were glazed over. What is the reason? Because the elevator is out of order!

I gritted my teeth and angrily ran up the stairs to the door. By this time, I was panting and sweating.

On this day, I came home late. I can't blame the teacher or anyone but myself. If you had reviewed well the night before, you wouldn't have failed in dictation.

On the road of life, no one can help you, only yourself. If you don't work hard today, what will meet you tomorrow is failure. One sentence deeply touched me: "You have to work hard to look effortless!" "That's absolutely right.

On this day, I came home late. It was seven o'clock in the evening. At this time, I have been sitting on the soft sofa reading a book. But now, the night is hanging over the earth, and it is dark all around. There is no fire. It is raining. I am alone, walking slowly on my way home, and my heart can't be calm for a long time.

After school, I hurriedly put on my schoolbag and rushed out of the school gate. I just rushed forward willy-nilly and accidentally bumped into someone. He stumbled, the bamboo pole in his hand flew out, and people almost fell to the ground. I panicked and ran faster than a rabbit, for fear that I would be caught if I slowed down.

Walking, I feel more and more guilty. I want to go back and see the old man. Suddenly I stepped on a hard thing and sprained my ankle. I went to the roadside store to shelter from the rain. Don't forget to kick the brick when you leave. I kicked it into the middle of the road to pick it up, but it was too heavy, so I had to take shelter from the rain first. "Oh, it hurts!" There was a scream. I rubbed my feet and braved the rain to see that it was him-the man I hit. I think this road is too narrow.

I took another look at the true face of the "murderer", which was the stone I kicked into the middle of the road. Suddenly, a sense of shame came to my mind. I went over and helped him up. Through the rain curtain, I saw his image-dry hands, straight back, countless wrinkles on the vicissitudes of life, empty and confused eyes. My heart was shocked. He is blind, and my face is getting warmer. ""no, I can do it myself. "Nothing, let's go!" I was beside him, holding an umbrella and walking silently on the busy road.

Along the way, none of us spoke, and we seemed to keep quiet tacitly. I helped him, but he arrived soon. He said, "Little sister, thank you for taking me home." I quickly said, "I should thank you!" "

I was scolded by my mother when I got home, but I don't regret what happened tonight. He is my eternal guide on the road of life.