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In daily study, work or life, people often come into contact with composition, which is a kind of verbal activity for people to express their feelings in written form. How to write a good composition? The following are my collected compositions about sharing. Welcome to read the collection.

Composition about sharing 1 My sister will come back to see me every New Year. Although my sister/Kloc-can go to work at the age of 0/5, in my heart, she is shrouded in a very harmonious and holy light. I don't know why my mother doesn't like her very much, but there is no denying that she taught me a lot about being a man. I think if I learn a little patience, I will forgive others or share it with others.

I have lived with my cousins since I was a child. Because I am the youngest, they will make way for me. Naturally, I take it for granted, and then I am arrogant, but I still get scared every time I see her. I think only she can contain me. Every time she comes back, she tells me a lot of things and teaches me to sing some songs that are not very popular but very nice with her tone-deaf voice, but what I remember most is the word "share" she told me that day.

That was when my sister just came back. I took her rough hand, arched it into my arms, and listened to her tell me stories. I can't remember the content of the story for a long time, but I vaguely remember that at the end of our chat, he inexplicably said to me seriously: Do you want to know how to share it? I looked at him doubtfully and asked: What is sharing? Sister Gherardini said: don't eat alone! I vaguely said that I never eat "poisonous" food, and he nodded. But what I didn't know at that time was that this poisonous food was not unique. I also think wisely: only stupid children can eat poisonous things!

After several years, my parents came back, so I had to say goodbye to my brothers and sisters. But before my sister got married, I would still get together with my brothers and sisters every year, but I was not as arrogant as before. I really understood the meaning of sharing and really learned to share. ...

There is a kind of affection in the world called caring. I can't tell you what it feels like.

"Son, remember to bring a pen when you take the exam. Don't panic. . . . . . "In fact, I have heard this from my mother many times before the exam. How can a middle school student not know these details after taking the exam for more than ten years? It's just that I understand that this is my mother's love for me. She told me over and over again that I couldn't bother, let alone interrupt.

Mom came two days before the exam. She said she wanted to cook for me. The food in the canteen is not good. Originally, my father was coming, but as a teacher, he was also going to invigilate. They are so worried that they can't wait to fly in with their wings. I want to refuse my mother to visit me. After all, this exam is not a college entrance examination. But how can I have the heart to refuse "a father's love is like a mountain and a mother's love is like the sea"?

The day before the exam, my mother said that I belonged to gold, and the fortune teller said that if I entered the examination room with people belonging to water, I would pass the exam smoothly. I must have laughed at her superstition before, but now I can't laugh, but I feel very heavy in my heart. My father's phone, which used to be so dense, disappeared the day before the exam. I know that my father suppressed his concern for me and didn't call me. He is afraid to disturb my rest.

China's parents, from ancient times to the present, have paid too much and cared too much for their children. As a poem says,' But how much love does the inch-long grass have, and have you got three rays of spring?' As children, we can never repay the kindness that our parents care about all the time.

At this moment, I think of my parents' exhortations over and over again these days, and they all converge into a belief at this moment, which makes me more confident in the future. I see, the best reward for parents is to let them worry less. I believe that my efforts will not let them down.

Share Composition 3 "Knock, knock, knock ..." The sound of high-heeled shoes came to our ears, and the students who were fighting immediately quieted down. It must be Mr. Shen! I think. "Wow!" There was a sound of surprise. I saw Sun Yifan's mother take him to the classroom with a very big cake in her hand. With a bang, the students went to the podium and looked around the cake.

During the big break, Mr. Shen took out the cake from the box. "This cake must be delicious. Whoever performs well will be rewarded. " Teacher Shen said. The students sat down at once, but their eyes were still fixed on the cake. Today's birthday girl, Sun Yifan, went up to get it first, and then two students went up to get a cake ... finally it was my turn! I can't wait to run forward.

I found that some students touched it with their hands, reluctant to eat, and some students ate it with relish. By accident, I found Wang Chenwei licking the plate. His piece has been swallowed by him. Unexpectedly, the plate was licked with a hole. I can't help it This cake is so tempting. I tasted it first. It's delicious! So I wolfed it down. The smell of cake lingered between my lips and teeth for a long time.

Eating delicious cake, I was so happy that I thought: I have something happy to share with you in the future.

Sharing is happy. Perhaps sharing is short-lived in the eyes of others, but it is eternal in my eyes.

Sharing is a kind of friendship. I remember when I was in the third grade, when it was rainy, "good brothers" shared it together. After class, we went home one by one, but to our annoyance, it began to rain. Fortunately, I brought a small umbrella. I saw that several of our classmates were all wet without an umbrella. We don't have to walk together to hide from the umbrella, but my umbrella is very small, which makes me very upset. Whatever! Let's go! The four of us stood side by side under an umbrella. One of us pulled an umbrella belt in front and told us the journey ahead. I held an umbrella for them in the middle, and the other two followed me. In this way, we happily escaped the rainy day and returned home. Although my umbrella is small, I can share it with my friends and be happy together. ...

Sharing is a kind of happiness. I shared it when I was a little messenger of civilization. The weather seems particularly sunny and cheerful, welcoming my joy. Whenever we go home, I always invite them to dinner, because after all, I am very hungry at noon, and I can't help but take out the five yuan with Chairman Mao's smiling face printed on it. It seems that my sharing is happy, and what I get after sharing is sincere friendship and sweet smile.

Sharing is a kind of wisdom. In ancient China, there was a child named Kong Rong who once did something unusual. One day, Kong Rong and his family came to eat a pot of pears. Kong Rong gave it to his younger brother without hesitation. He said: "I am older than my brother, and I should give it to my brother!" " Kong Rong's sharing comes from family ties, so he should "respect the old and love the young".

Sharing is a kind of friendship, sharing is a kind of happiness and sharing is a kind of wisdom. As long as you know how to share, you will find that sharing will bring happiness to people. ...

Composition 5 about sharing: Expectation is power, and expectation is faith. Life has expectations, and life also has expectations. I think my life is wonderful, because I have little expectations every day.

Don't I look forward to every exam? Before the results came out, this expectation inspired me and gave me the motivation to attend classes well. Gradually, I fell in love with expectation, which was my motivation.

Every time there is good news, I want the whole world to share it with me. I can't wait to tell my family that I will pay attention to their expressions. Because I expect their smiles. Gradually, I can't live without expectation, and expectation is my happiness.

Sometimes, I wish I had some influence. Walking in the street, I will throw my garbage into the dustbin, hoping others will do the same. I will look at the red light when crossing the road, and wait until it jumps to the green light, hoping that they will follow suit and stop in a hurry when I am stagnant. Expectation is my pride.

I've been looking forward to the future. Fourteen years old, I said I was not young, I said I was mature, extremely immature. People say I've grown up, but I don't feel anything. I'm glad to grow up. I am looking forward to what I can do when I grow up! Life is long, but I think it is neither long nor short. After all, with expectations, the world is wonderful and time is in a hurry. What's good if you just walk around the world aimlessly? Without expectation, there will be no faith, and without faith, this day will be long and difficult. In a word, the world is wonderful because of expectation, and expectation is the spice of my life.

Composition 6 about sharing: When every meteor crosses the night sky;

When the beautiful moonlight sublimates brilliantly;

When the budding green shoots look up confidently.

I will keep hope.

Looking forward to a dream trip, a happy dream and a confident flower.

There will be many expectations in life, and every expectation needs great confidence and courage to complete. Every challenge will make you progress and learn a lot.

Every kind of courage needs motivation and determination to move forward. Have a firm goal, strive to accomplish it and break through it. This is indispensable in study and life.

Expect. This is a poetic word. Sometimes people are immersed in the joy of success, and sometimes dreams are out of reach!

Parents expect you to study well, get excellent grades and make small achievements.

Teachers expect you to perform better and show your uniqueness in a unique style.

Looking forward to, looking forward to the arrival of the meteor, looking forward to the unique style, looking forward to spreading beautiful wings and flying to the dream sky.

Expect. This word contains infinite hope, interprets infinite bitterness and contains beautiful dreams.

Infinite hope is as hazy as milky morning mist. Take a sip, indulge in it, and squeeze hard, as if tender enough to squeeze juice. Like a dream, it hangs over the earth and makes people intoxicated.

Infinite bitterness is the afterglow of the sunset, and colorful colors come together for the last moment of glory. After that, everything was gone, and there was a touch of sadness.

Beautiful dreams, like white seagulls chasing freedom, like white clouds against the blue sky. Dreams add a little color to the boring life. The beauty of a dream lies in its enterprising and determination.

Expect, expect infinite. ...

On Saturday, my family went to our hometown to visit our ancestors' graves.

On the hillside where the ancestral grave is located, I picked up a broom and cleaned up the fallen leaves and other rubbish around the ancestral grave. Then he picked up a rag, dipped it in clean water and carefully wiped the tombstone. After some vigorous wiping, the ancestral graves are as clean as new and as bright as new. It wasn't long before we went to sweep the grave. After the worship, we went back to our hometown for lunch.

After eating a delicious lunch, I lay in bed and couldn't help thinking: Traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day is a festival to worship ancestors, so we should do it. We should praise the grave-sweepers and those who want to come but can't. But I never thought that grave sweepers should be criticized and condemned! Have we ever thought about how much contribution our ancestors made? Our ancestors left us land for building houses and farming ... have we ever thought that without ancestors, there would be no us, but our ancestors have made great contributions! Now some people go to traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day, but they don't want to visit graves, leaving their dead ancestors hanging aside and letting weeds grow all over their graves. Shouldn't such a person be condemned by people?

It is also the traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day, which reminds me of Du Mu's famous sentence "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls ..."

Composition 8 About Sharing: "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die ..." It's the annual traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day again. Today, my parents took me to Futian cemetery to sweep my grandparents' graves.

We prepared wine and snacks at home, and then went to the flower shop to buy chrysanthemums and lilies. We wanted to buy 10 chrysanthemums, but the florist aunt told us, "Buy chrysanthemums for the dead, not even one." So we bought nine chrysanthemums, and I learned a little knowledge. After we bought the flowers, dad drove us away. We saw many people with flowers on the way in the car. These people probably went to the grave, too. They all look serious, maybe they miss their loved ones.

We arrived at Futian cemetery smoothly. Futian cemetery has a particularly good environment, with pine and cypress trees and flowers in full bloom. I think, let the dead rest in peace here!

As soon as I entered the door, I found many people sweeping graves. People come to the cemetery with sad feelings to pay homage to their loved ones! My parents and I came to visit my grandparents.

Soon, we came to the gravestones of grandpa and grandma. My father carefully wiped the tombstone with a clean towel. After cleaning the tombstones, my father and I put flowers, wine and snacks in front of my grandparents' tombstones, and then I worshipped my grandparents three times with my parents. My parents and I both cried. We also spread chrysanthemum petals in front of grandparents' tombstones to let flowers accompany my dear grandparents. After sweeping the grave, I left Futian cemetery with tears in my eyes.

Today, I had a particularly meaningful life. The traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day made me understand that the swallows can fly back and the willows are young, so my grandparents will never return. What accompanied me was my constant thoughts and the annual traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Composition 9 on sharing "If a happiness is multiplied by two, it is greater happiness. If a sadness is split in two, it is a small sadness. This is the true meaning of sharing. " This is what a great man once said.

On the day of summer vacation, my father bought me a delicious cake, and I was about to invite my friends to eat it. But I thought to myself, "If I share such a delicious cake with others, I will eat very little myself, so I still won't invite my friends." So, I tasted the cake myself and tasted every bite carefully, but it was not as delicious as before, and it was even more boring. I asked my father why, and my father said, "The cake is delicious because you share it."

In a short sentence, I was lost in thought. I'm lonely without sharing with my friends. What did I get in the end? People should learn to share all their lives, and loneliness is the most unbearable. In that case, why don't we share it? If we share happiness with others, we will get double happiness. If we share our sadness with others, our sadness will be halved.

Sharing doesn't matter much or little, even sharing a piece of bread with others is a great pleasure. Life is full of sharing. You can share some anecdotes you met and the joy after success.

So, everyone can share happiness. As long as you learn to share, you can get more happiness!

About the composition of sharing 10 We all live in a big environment. When interacting with people, you must share good things with others.

When I was a child, I was not sensible. Once, my mother went to take me home. A little girl in our class lives in a yard with our family. Her mother happened to be busy that day, so she was asked to go home with us. I wanted to eat chestnuts on the way, so my mother bought me a bag in a roadside shop. When I took it, I walked while eating and didn't notice anyone else.

After a few steps, my mother stopped me angrily: "You only care about eating by yourself, why don't you give some to your classmates?" I just remembered my classmate. I saw her eyes secretly glance at the chestnuts in my hand and swallow a mouthful of saliva. My mother said, "Remember in the future that if you have something delicious, you must learn to share it with others. You can't be selfish. " After listening to my mother, I bowed my head in shame and quickly shared my chestnuts with her.

Later, I carefully tasted what my mother said and thought what she said was very reasonable. I never care about others' feelings. From now on, no matter what I am eating, I will share it with my friends around me. I also feel happy in the process of sharing.

Composition on sharing 1 1 "Tomb-Sweeping Day is so many inches, pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." The traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day this year is Thursday, April 4th. Our family drove to their hometown, Chaoyang Gulao, early in the morning to pay homage to their ancestors. Cars lined up all the way and ran to the cemetery.

This is my first time to sweep the grave. On the way, I always wanted to know what the graves on the mountain were like. I am looking forward to it. Finally, I arrived at my destination. I couldn't wait to rush up, but it rained and the Tianshan slope was too slippery, and I fell on my face and chewed the mud. I got up, and my mother looked at it and said, "Grandpa, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, and you have to walk slowly on the hillside." I listened to my mother and walked slowly. There are many fruit trees on the mountain: Myrica rubra, apple tree, banana tree, olive tree ... Myrica rubra hangs on the tree, some apples are as red as children who drink a lot of wine, and bananas hang on the tree like boats. The air is so fresh!

Walking and walking, we finally reached grandma's grave. After we cleared the weeds in front of the grave, we put the tributes and paper money in front of grandma's grave, lit incense and began to worship. My mother murmured, put incense in the soil after the worship, and then we lit some wood and burned the paper money in the fire. Finally, we lit firecrackers, kowtowed for three times, packed our things and went home.

There are so many people worshipping their ancestors on the mountain, and the echoes of paper money and firecrackers are everywhere. Today's mountains are really lively!

After returning home, I was soaked to the skin, but I was still very happy, because I learned a lot from this grave sweeping.

Composition about sharing 12 is the warm spring coming? Finally, I can put down my slow expectations.

I'm looking forward to the willow branches turning green, Liu Xufei. I like willow branches in warm spring, bright and tender, like a baby's eyes just opened from sleep. When the wind shakes, it is a delicate smile that the whole world can't hear but can see. That is the most touching beauty. I like to watch catkins flying in the wind, whether you are happy or sad, happy or sad. When catkins gently touch you, troubles and sadness will disappear without a trace.

I am looking forward to seeing green trees and vines, grass and flowers. When the spring breeze blows away the haze in winter, you will see a sea of flowers. There are many charming flowers on the branches, some are graceful, some stand out from the crowd, some are in bud, and some are hiding in the shade to play hide-and-seek. Looking forward to seeing the bamboo sea in the warm spring. Into the sea of bamboo, the fog floats. As if being in a Lv Yun, bamboo branches are swaying, bamboo leaves are flying, mottled spots are falling in the bamboo forest, an elf who wants to beat. What's more, the fresh bamboo shoots sticking out of the soil after the light rain are very cute.

Looking forward to unloading heavy winter clothes, I want to go into battle lightly. Looking forward to the bees waking up from their sleep and humming to start a day's life, butterflies also spread their beautiful wings and fly in the flowers and green grass, looking forward to walking by knee-high streams, listening to birds singing, playing with fish, flying into the blue sky and keeping company with white clouds. Looking forward to the light rain sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently, and waking up is a bright and splendid world. Looking forward to a leisurely afternoon, sipping sweet milk tea, fingertips beating with the rhythm of warm spring.

I hope Miss Chun can understand my expectations and that God can hear my prayers. I look forward to feeling the beauty of a season with my heart and dressing up everything around me with love. Looking forward to warm spring.

Composition About Sharing 13 Last spring, our school held an annual sports meeting.

On that day, on the way to school, the sunshine was particularly bright, the grass was particularly energetic, and the flowers smiled at me, as if hoping that I could get good results in the sports meeting.

After coming to the stadium, draw lots first. Then, a big brother took us to the runway. At this time, I looked up at my opponents-all of them are strong and in the fifth grade. I am a fourth-grade classmate of their opponent. They looked at me contemptuously and didn't take me seriously at all. I thought, well, don't be complacent. I'll see you on the court.

Finally, it's our turn. As soon as the gun in the referee's hand rang, we ran as fast as we could At first, we were neck and neck, almost as fast, but slowly, three fifth-grade masters rushed in front of me. I was about to sprint when I rushed out with all my strength. Finally, he successfully entered the finals with a good result of second place.

At this time, I was exhausted and panting, but I looked refreshed when I heard the cheerful laughter of my classmates.

The final in the afternoon is more intense, and it is a confrontation between masters. When I came to the runway, my heart beat faster than in the morning.

When I stood on the runway, I thought, That's it. I shouldn't be in the top three. But when I thought of the encouragement of my classmates, I made up my mind again-I must enter the top three.

I started running, and everyone was speeding up, faster and faster. I ran so hard that I felt my insides would burst out. Finally, I got the third prize certificate and a brand-new notebook. The students congratulated me happily. They pass on certificates and prizes and share my success, as if they were happier than me!

The composition about sharing 14 is a lifelong concern.

The earth is dark and sleepless at night; Time flies in a trance; Flowing like a dream; Worried, haunted by dreams.

The lack of care is like a kite flying high, and you can't shake off that slender rope. Vines like melon beans are wrapped around the fence; Care is like Hsinchu after the rain, full of vitality; Caring seems to be the voice of the wanderer's return, the nostalgia for his homeland, and the nostalgia for his loved ones.

I remember one time my mother was away on business for a long time. We seldom called at that time, because I knew my mother was busy at work, so I didn't bother her. In fact, I really wanted to know my mother's situation at that time, and I wanted to know if I had a cold and whether I had added clothes when it was cold. Although I seldom make phone calls, Naifen's concern remains the same.

What is kinship? Affection is a kind of care, a kind of care without any conditions, a kind of care that will not fade at any time. The care of relatives is full of their blessings and wishes for peace. Looking at my mother's back, I am very satisfied, because my mother's back is what I care most about in my life, and this scenery will always accompany me warmly. . . . . .

During the six and a half days of military training, the only thing I can't forget is my mother's concern for me. Although there are laughter and tears, every time I look at the short message sent by my mother, it is so warm. The night attacks people, the crescent moon is like a hook, the willow branches are reflected on the curtains, the display screen flashes from time to time, and when reading, words such as wear more, don't catch cold. But I feel that my mother cares about me more than I care about her.

I miss you all my life and care about you all my life. I want you to fly, fly to the sea, fly to the blue sky and fly to the person I love.

A person's life is always mixed. Sharing happiness can bring more happiness to everyone; Sharing sorrow can be halved. Therefore, everyone needs friends and everyone needs to tell. A lot of things, if you say it, it will be easy.

If you have two red apples and I have two green apples and exchange one apple for each other, then each of us will taste more delicious food; If you have an idea and I have an idea, exchange it, then each of us will have two ideas, or even more than two.

Sharing is a magical thing, which increases happiness and reduces sadness. Sharing is a simple formula, as long as you solve it, you will get the joy and sadness of success. Sharing is a kind of balance. How much you give others will be returned to you. On the contrary, if you are a selfish person, then you will never get real happiness and never make intimate friends.

Sharing is a kind of mentality of fraternity. If you learn to share, you will learn to live. Sharing is a kind of depth of thought. When you think deeply, you share the pain of your friends. Sharing is a belief in life. When I understand sharing, I understand the meaning of existence.

In short, it doesn't matter who shares what with you, what matters is really learning to share. At that time, you will find that sharing brings you happiness and happiness. Remember, learning to share life will be beautiful and meaningful!