Write an 800-word composition with lyrics

1. Composition "Grass" with lyrics as the topic

"No flowers, no trees, I am a grass without knowledge. Never lonely, never worry, you see my friends are all over the ends of the earth-"

Friends, have you noticed that whenever spring comes, these grasses quietly break out of the ground, spread their young leaves, and the breeze blows their faces. You seem to see the grass bowing to you. The grass decorated the earth with its green clothes all night, making spring more beautiful and charming.

However, in the hot summer, the sun is scorching the earth, and the flowers people watch in spring hang their heads and look listless. However, these grasses still stubbornly hold their heads high and endure the heat; When the storm hit, although the grass was blown to the east and west by the wind and rain, it had nowhere to yield, and it was still firmly rooted in the soil and was beaten by the wind and rain.

From TV, you must have seen the grass growing on the grassland, such as carpet and wind grass growing on the soft lawn, but have you seen the grass under the stone! In order to grow, no matter how heavy the stone is and how narrow the gap between the stones is, it always twists and turns, and the weapon sticks out of the ground indomitable. At this time, you will be moved by the indomitable spirit of the grass.

The grass is so small. Before the flowers bloom and the trees fall, the grass quietly emerges from the soil and spits out a little unnoticed Chun Lv. The grass is so green that it seems to have given all the green accumulated in a year.

"The weeds can't burn, and the spring breeze blows high." The indomitable spirit of the grass is an example for us to learn.

2. Write an 800-word composition with the invisible wings of Visible Wings as the lyrics.

Everyone is an angel. When they make mistakes, they will be assigned by God to different families on earth to perform different responsibilities.

Thankfully, God is fair. After angels came to earth, he decided to give every angel a chance to fly freely in the sky again and fly to that sacred place-"heaven".

Yes, God gave every angel who fell to earth a pair of wings, which are invisible wings.

Ordinary me, once had a pair of "invisible wings" that took me to my "heaven".

When I was young, I knew I had a pair of invisible wings.

Those wings always bring me hope when I wander on the edge of loneliness and despair. When I cry, those wings always teach me to be strong.

Little me, ignorant of me, often think that these invisible wings, like the wings of birds, can take me high and fly to that desirable heaven. Make a wish to the stars, make a dream to the sun, dance with the clouds and sing with the birds.

When I grow up, I believe I have invisible wings.

When I am bound, those wings always take me to a realm where my thoughts can soar. When I am bound by dreams, those wings always make me stand up again.

Now, I planted a dream seed in the orchard, watered it day and night, and cultivated it carefully. And my wings, it seems, are slowly disappearing.

Perhaps, when God said that he would give every mortal angel a pair of "invisible wings" and let them fly to the "heaven" they yearned for, his real intention was to let the angels work hard to realize their dreams and reach the paradise they dreamed of. And I also believe that I will fly to the paradise of my dreams and get rich results.

Believe it! You always have invisible wings!

Believe it! Your dream heaven is just ahead!

Believe it! The light of heaven is gathered because of you!

Invisible wings

The auditorium was packed with people. Today is the day of our school's New Year's party. When the party arrived, a group of dancers stepped onto the stage. Crazy flashing lights, students screaming uncontrollably, everything makes me feel lost. ...

On this stage, she already exists. But where is she?

She is my best friend, at least I think so. In the past, whenever I was in trouble, I would ask her for help. I remember one day, I had an argument with my classmates, and the sharp contradiction was followed by grievances and sadness that hurt into the bone marrow. So I found her. She listened to me quietly, just laughed, but said nothing. She is a good listener. Two or three days later, I greeted her with a smile on campus. She always smiled and said, "Are you all right?" So I know that people who care so much about themselves are almost humble.

She is a just person. She never snubbed me because of my poor family, nor alienated me because of my stubbornness. She cared for a sensitive heart so carefully that I was moved by the warm embrace and learned to really love others. Her understanding and tolerance melted the hard ice in my heart, and her pure eyes made me truly feel the power of love-the invincible power that crossed sadness and melancholy and reached a happy and happy place. ...

She is never decadent, even if she is in a bad mood occasionally, she rarely shows it on her face. She likes music, but she always modestly says that she is tone-deaf. In fact, when she sang Liang Yongqi's Angels and Dolphins to us, the sound made me feel like nature ... Her self-confidence and her youth made me see a simple and happy angel living in the world of mortals, singing innocently and happily in this world. ...

So, in two years, she pulled me out of the shadow of loneliness and showed me the purest and most beautiful things in the world. With her love, happiness and self-confidence, she created a pair of invisible wings for me to fly high in the sky of Wan Li. ...

However, a few months ago, she left us for special reasons and left us with her enthusiasm and persistence for two years. She didn't even say goodbye. At this moment, do you know that someone is really thanking her? Do you know that everything she does will bring the warmest memories to that person's life?

At this time a year ago, she also danced on this stage. However, a year has changed the reality. Maybe that's why I'm sad

The lights stopped flickering and the dance was over. In a trance, I asked my classmates around me the name of the dance, and someone told me-Feitian. Fly? I'm Zheng. Yes, no matter what, I must be optimistic and strong, travel through time and space with those invisible wings, feel love and tolerance, remember those warmth with my heart, and let the grateful mood stay in my heart. ...

Beautiful music rippled in the auditorium, making people addicted. Reach out my hands and hold them tightly. I feel the power of love in my wings.

Postscript: Maybe, as you already know, she is my teacher. Yes, she is the one who gives me happiness. She made me find myself confused. I sent this article to her to let her know that her students are growing up strongly and living happily in her love!

3. Write an 800-word composition with life as a song, and ask the lyrics to appear in the composition. Everyone has his own dream in his heart, but most people think that his dream is just a dream, too illusory and unimaginable, so they bury it deep in their hearts and don't even give him a chance to break through the ground. In this way, how can dreams bloom beautiful and fragrant flowers? I have a dream, deeply rooted in my heart. I want to be a scientist when I grow up.

Although I don't have extraordinary intelligence, rigorous thinking and particularly accurate judgment, I still won't give up my efforts. Although this dream is far away from me, I will not stop pursuing it. Although there will be many setbacks and countless hardships in the process of realizing my dream, I will not be discouraged. Because I believe that only through hellish training,

In order to cultivate the power of creation; Only bloody fingers can pop up the swan song of the world; Only by experiencing difficulties and setbacks can we realize our dreams.

In the past, whenever I saw the outstanding achievements of scientists, I always felt envy and admiration. They promoted the development of society. It is they who have improved people's living standards; It is they who have won a brand-new tomorrow for the development of the motherland.

Therefore, I want to be a scientist, a contributor to the country and a pillar of the country. Whenever I see people who waste time, I feel sorry for them. Whenever I see frustrated people, I feel sorry for them; Whenever I see people who don't do their job well, I feel resentful. Because they can't see their own values and dreams, such a life is meaningless.

For me, I have at least one dream and one goal. With this dream, I will always work hard and never give up. With this dream, I will grasp my own life course and never lose my way again. With this dream, it is like a bright light, illuminating my way forward and leading to the peak of victory.

For this dream, I will work hard. I also hope that everyone will forge ahead towards their dreams and find their own tomorrow!

4. Write an 800-word composition with "Tangible Wings" as the lyrics, and write this watchman yourself. It was a moment of "missing your family more during the festive season", and the snow could mercilessly sweep away the hearts of migrant workers who came home. "Like the spring wind, it blows at night, and pear blossoms are blooming on the trees." But this is not the time to bloom. The Beijing-Guangzhou Railway and the Beijing-Zhuhai Expressway turned into ice and snow overnight, preventing people from going home. So, on a cold night. .

There are a large number of stranded passengers in the station, and the whistling wind sweeps them around and invades the human body. They are hungry, but they can't attack their indomitable will. "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and when I sank back again, I suddenly thought of home." They didn't look at the moon, but their hearts had the same idea. They went home for a reunion dinner. In order to reunite with their families, they seem to have only faith to support their increasingly weak bodies.

Another railway station, however, is shouldering the heavy responsibility of another group of people, giving up the opportunity to reunite with their families and going to the front line to share joys and sorrows with passengers. They are selfless police uncles. They stood upright in the railway station, so they built a unique scenery. Who wouldn't fall for it? Seeing the Beijing-Zhuhai Expressway is a familiar figure, but there are also a group of struggling heroes. They are the People's Liberation Army who support "turning into spring mud to protect flowers". After watching all the way, a normal boy, they hammered hard on the icy road day and night. They know that the interests of the people are above everything else. We also know that whenever there is trouble, the PLA uncle always stands in front.

5. Write an 800-word composition with life as a song, and ask the lyrics to appear in the composition. Everyone has his own dream in his heart, but most people think that his dream is just a dream, too illusory and unimaginable, so they bury it deep in their hearts and don't even give him a chance to break through the ground. In this way, how can dreams bloom beautiful and fragrant flowers? I have a deeply rooted dream in my heart. I want to be a scientist when I grow up. Although I don't have extraordinary intelligence, rigorous thinking and particularly accurate judgment, I won't give up my efforts. Although this dream is far away from me, I will not stop pursuing it. Although there will be many setbacks and countless hardships in the process of realizing my dream, I will not be discouraged. Because I believe that I will only experience hell. Only bloody fingers can pop up the swan song of the world; Only through difficulties and setbacks can I realize my dream. In the past, whenever I saw the outstanding achievements of scientists, I always felt envy and admiration. They promoted the development of society. It is they who have improved people's living standards; They have won a brand-new tomorrow for the development of the motherland. Therefore, I want to be a scientist, a person who has contributed to the country and a pillar of the country. Whenever I see people who waste time, I feel sorry for them. Whenever I see frustrated people, I feel sorry for them; Whenever I see someone who doesn't do his job, I feel resentful. Because they can't see their own value and have no dreams. This life is meaningless. I have at least one dream and one goal. With this dream, I will always work hard and never give up. With this dream, I will grasp my life course and never lose my way. With this dream, it seems to light up my way forward. All the way to the peak of victory. For this dream, I will work hard. I also hope that everyone can forge ahead towards their dreams and find their own tomorrow.

6. Lyrics My youth is 800 words. The topic of high school composition is youth is a trickle; Youth is a new green bud. Youth is colorless, like white paper, waiting for us to describe; Youth is colorless, like an unwritten diary, waiting for us to write. Spring is the most brilliant touch of warm sun in the flower season, beautiful and exquisite.

When we sit in a chair, talking and laughing, our faces are filled with warm smiles, that is youth; When we walk in the street, playing tricks on each other's best friends and playing naively, that is youth; When we are standing in the sun, waving our hands in school uniforms and shooting graduation photo happily, that is youth; When we look back at our alma mater and our friends who are about to leave, the happy days of the past emerge and tears fall. This is youth ... Youth is beautiful and full of ups and downs. Let us lament its brevity.

I feel wronged because of the teacher's scolding, and I can't help complaining to my best friend, which is youth; I was anxious because of my best friend's birthday, and finally I was embarrassed to spit out my tongue at my best friend. That was youth. Joy and sadness are thrown out of the clouds because of the little surprise brought by family members, that is youth; Lost because I didn't do well in an exam, and amused by the comfort of my best friend, that is youth. ...

In those youth and simplicity, there are always some memories that we will never forget. Unforgettable friends I have laughed together, cried together, hated together, loved together, had the feeling of losing comfort, had warm sadness and had deep memories. There is no such thing as a banquet that must come to an end, but you and I have eternal friendship.

An unforgettable teacher. Lang Lang recited poems, remembering your patient education; Bury yourself in writing a crash book and remember your careful guidance. Gentle words, careful instruction, slender figure, in my heart forever.

Unforgettable alma mater. Step by step into the huge campus, there are flowers and green grass everywhere. And here we are, in this campus full of laughter, spending a long career in learning the sea. Because of your company, there are talents. Your appearance, I can't get rid of it.

"I don't want longevity, I don't want to seize the day, I just want to be plain and join hands with you." As the song goes, let's draw more beautiful pictures of youth and write more vivid songs of youth with youth as the pen and true feelings as the ink.

If it can help you, please adopt it.

7. Write an 800-word composition. Life is like a song, life is like a song.

Every moment of life, we are writing songs, whether it is a long-lost childhood, or a struggling future, the melody must be the most beautiful in the world.

Childhood is a gentle song.

Childhood is a colorful painting, depicting the beauty of youth, and childhood is a lyric poem, which leads to the beauty of youth. Childhood is a chess piece, we can play by ourselves.

The joy of those years, once firmly held in my hand, now seems to be a memory that will never be touched; The mountains and rivers in the village used to be the place where I entrusted my feelings. Now it seems that I will be a passer-by forever. The lost relatives, once my deepest love, now seem to have left endless regrets in my heart. ...

In those years, I only had freedom in my heart. I kept company with the sun during the day, chatted with the moon at night, listened to my mother's slow songs and fell asleep gently in her arms.

Childhood is a gentle song, singing the ignorance of that year.

Youth is a lyric poem.

Youth is a piece of chocolate. Although slightly bitter, the bitter sweetness will linger in your mouth for a long time. Youth is a river running eastward, even if it is blocked by rocks, it will not stop it from moving forward. Youth is an endless starry sky. Even if it is far away, we will find our own star.

Looking back on the four years of junior high school life, how many times we approached the office door but stopped, how many times we asked the same question over and over again, how many times we were so tired that we sweated, how many times we let our teachers and ourselves down, and how many times we were confused on the road of learning. In that quiet playground, although the wind blew away our heavy footprints, I will always remember the experience of friends together. In this way, I not only gained success, but also the great teacher's love, the precious friendship and the persistent strength.

Youth is a lyric poem, which sings our feelings.

The future is a passionate song.

Looking ahead, we are full of * * *; Looking ahead, we are full of confidence; Looking ahead, we have a solid backbone.

Perhaps, our sky may be more beautiful in the future, perhaps, our world may be full of flowers; Maybe the heavy rain in the future will wash away everything from us; Perhaps, we will fail on the road of life; We don't know all this, but we don't want to know, because we are always full of confidence and strive to create that wonderful melody.

The future is an impassioned song, singing our dreams.

Life is really a song, long and beautiful. As long as you play every melody and every note with your heart, you will be able to create a beautiful song.

8. Write a story according to the lyrics of a song {horseshoes crush leaves and have endless corners.

Blood and dust rolled down like this. She died that night. The fire reflected the blood in the sky.

There are killings up and down the tower, and rivers of blood are flowing. The woman wore a red combat suit and held a pike, burning until the city collapsed.

-Like a butterfly that has broken its cocoon, it can't stay and can't go back. He watched.

Seeing her blocking the enemy's crazy attack, her eyes gradually turned red; Seeing that the sky blue city once fell, the people cried; Look at her dressed in red, immersed in a pool of blood, smiling like an epiphyllum, and passing a sword through her chest. The city was broken, the lights went out and the flag was cracked.

That night, the first quarter moon was flooded with blood. The following year, Bai Yan proclaimed himself and the first emperor died. Princess cinnabar was so affectionate that she died with him, and the blood immediately splashed in front of the new emperor.

Xie Wan, the sky blue guarding city general, is dead. In July of the seventh year of Chongning, the siege in vain was the beginning of chaos.

Xie Wan, the garrison commander, led the people desperately, but he couldn't help them. On July 26, the city was broken, exhausted, captured and refused to surrender, so it was the first of the Yan army.

In the spring of eight years, he seized Wang Chengtian's age, respected the emperor, went to court and abandoned the palace. In February, he acceded to the throne, set up the title week, and changed it to Yuan Yongchu.

-"Lantian City Xie Zhiwan Chuan" {I remember the sun and moon in the city, the first snow after the cicada sang. The drizzle on the eaves stopped in the first season} It was in the rain that she first met him.

At that time, he had just arrived in Tianlan City, and he was holding an oil-paper umbrella on the general office of the garrison army. I saw a white woman holding a bunch of violets in the ancestral temple, and her skirt floated like water, and Shi Shiran walked to the threshold.

-I can't help but stop. The woman looked up at the rain dripping from the roof of Lake Biwa.

Black hair is plain as water. Keep it in your heart at a glance.

After a while, she looked at him, her eyes clear and flawless. The spring rain is lingering and falling, and they are far away from each other through the rain curtain.

The corydalis in my arms quietly exudes elegant fragrance. At that time, the world was silent, only the sound of rain.

Now ... today, the sunshine in Lancheng is still dazzling, and the moonlight is still quiet. Rough clothes and messy hair covered his deep eyes.

The thatched cottage was messy and covered with cobwebs. Only the window has bright moonlight, which shines on the ground like water and moonlight. This is the eleventh year of her death.

It's time. He raised a lamp, pushed open the humble gate, followed the winding path and set foot on the main road of the city.

After her death, he became a night watchman and lived in darkness. The former Fu is dead, but now he lives only for her.

{Wangcheng's surname has been rewritten, and I'm still here to watch the night. When we met again from the ashes, it was in the camp, and then he knew that she was the general Xie Wan in Lanshoucheng today.

His father Xie Yao is also a general guarding the city. He died in battle at the age of 30, and his wife got sick and died with her husband that year-Xie Wan was six years old that year. She is the offspring of loyalty and courage. She has been practicing martial arts since childhood and has excellent bones.

At the age of sixteen, he inherited his father's footsteps and guarded the city. He was unbeaten in sending troops and stood by Wei Zhen. Tianlan people respect her father and daughter and call her "General Xie".

He is from the capital and his surname is Fu Mingfeng Biao. Originally from a famous family, his mother died young, his father was harmed by an enemy, and he relapsed and died in prison.

Before he died, his father held his hand tightly and told him not to take revenge. He almost gritted his teeth. How can he behave without revenge?

In the end, however, he nodded tearfully. "Wind ... live well."

After that, the old man with white hair on his temples smiled and left. My father paved the way for him to go to Tianlan City and Xie Jia.

My father was an old friend of Xie Yao when he was young, and it was natural for my daughter to take him in, even though they had not met at that time. She looked at him in the camp and said calmly. "Wind scar, you will be my assistant."

She called him Feng Mark and gave up her last name. This intimate relationship stirred ripples in his heart. But she didn't wriggle, she looked natural and generous, as if she should.

{Too far away, I can't see clearly. At the end of memory, the wind is still cold. The long night is over.

The alternation of day and night is another cycle. He went back to the hut along the path, but he saw an old-fashioned man outside, dusting with one hand and counting his fingers with the other. Seeing him, I couldn't help but slightly zheng.

So is he. More than ten years ago, when he was a child, he saw him divining in the imperial city.

At that time, he remembered that there were three people, two men and one woman, wearing luxurious clothes. The Taoist priest shook his head again and again after reading the autographs obtained by the three men. I don't know how I saw the tragic fate.

I saw the Taoist priest look at him carefully, from head to toe, for a long time, with a sigh, and finally said, "The Sri Lankan is dead, so don't be persistent." He looked at him coldly and said nothing, then turned to open the door and slammed it again.

It's not that I don't know that she is dead, and it's not that I don't know that she has gone to another reincarnation. It's just that he promised her one thing, and he will certainly do it.

On this day, the city rises and the moon sets, which is what she loves. Kites in spring, cicadas in summer, fallen leaves in autumn, the first snow in winter-she didn't want to miss it, so he looked after her and used these eyes.

Even if she died, it was the fate of that night eleven years ago, as familiar as an illusion. The fire tore through the sky and the stars poured down. In a blink of an eye, it was early winter, and the emperor Bai Yan died.

The rebellious iron-blooded emperor finally left after abandoning his country for ten years. The emperor died, but there was no heir to the throne.

So the forces of all parties began to scuffle. The war also spread to the sky blue city.

It is still the warlord's insurrection, and it is still the siege at midnight. Winners and losers.

People in the city began to run away. No one noticed that he walked more and more slowly at the corner, and finally stopped, slowly clenched his fist and his joints turned white.

How ridiculous, these greed and ambitions are like fate. In the corner of the hut, straw is piled up at sixes and sevens, and a delicate box is brushed off.

When opening the package, gently touch the contents with your fingers. After a little hesitation, he opened the clothes in the box.

Stained in red, with her usual gun. He remembered that she didn't like red, only pure white, but she was helpless.

There is no place for white people in this land. Wash the dust off your face and look as white as snow.

Carefully put on her fiery red combat uniform. Hair tied up, black hair like ink.

Pick up the gun again, close your eyes for a while and then open it. This is the burning light of decision. At night, Enemy at the Gates, the rebels are ready to move.

Suddenly, red clothes brushed the long steps of the bluestone tower, which seemed to have a faint luster in the dark night. The city was heavily guarded and someone noticed him. He was surprised, glanced at the ground and couldn't help kneeling. "General Xie!" He didn't speak and went straight to the top of the tower.

Soldiers pass by and exclaim from time to time. There are elderly people.

9. Writing with the theme of losing lyrics 1000 words Writing with the theme of what you have lost is a process, and life is eternal. There are always missing numbers on the axis of life. That is, when we miss the sowing season, don't give up. Next time is a chance. When we miss the sowing season, we need to persist and have faith to meet the next opportunity, so as to sow the seeds you have been thinking for a long time.

Do you feel the pain of losing 800 words of narration in your composition? My heart is being swallowed up by this feeling. I'm dying ... It's almost the Spring Festival. Think about red envelopes, firecrackers, and the faces of my loved ones ... I'm immersed in the whirlpool of happiness, but that sentence: "Xinxin, how many points did you get in this final exam?" Interrupted my train of thought.

A noteworthy composition of 800 words, lost the key; After I lost my key more than ten years ago, I lived in my grandmother's house in the country and didn't go back until I was in primary school. For about three years, I was very happy there, the only sincere happiness. There is an open space of more than 40 square meters in front of my hometown. When my family is drying wheat in the open space, I like to dry it in the open space.

10. Composition written with lyrics in The Wandering Story, 800 words. The happiness of primary school is like a stream. After entering junior high school, the troubles gradually increased, and there were few really happy times. It can be said that the first day is too lonely, the second day is too hard, and the second day is too confused.

After graduating from primary school, I promised my parents to go to Shaodong to study because I didn't understand the situation. At first I was full of confidence, but under the blow of repeated failures there, I gradually became inferior. Mathematics, which I am most proud of, has become my Achilles heel at this time, and some questions raised by Chinese teachers and English teachers make me unable to answer. Suddenly I couldn't hold my head in front of my classmates and teachers and began to walk into the abyss of inferiority ... At that time, I came to an incorrect conclusion: the higher my expectations, the greater my disappointment, and the greater my blow. Under the pressure of multiple troubles, there is no friend around me who can listen to my heart. I feel like I'm walking alone in a confused snowstorm.

Later, due to my insistence, my father finally promised me to transfer from Shaodong and embark on a study tour in Qingdao, Shandong Province. At first, because I couldn't jump out of the shadow of inferiority, I didn't dare to answer the teacher's questions. Later, after the enthusiastic help of my classmates and the unrepentant efforts of my teacher, I gradually became confident. Answering teachers' questions loudly can often help students solve some problems. The return of self-confidence made me find the motivation to learn. I burn the midnight oil until about eleven o'clock every day and get up at five forty in the morning. Although it is very hard, I forget all the tiredness and tiredness when I think of the earnest hopes of my classmates, teachers and parents. In a short time, I got two second places in my class, one first and the other third. Unfortunately, my head is sick at this time. On New Year's Day, my parents suddenly told me to transfer, and I fell into an ice cave like a naked girl. "What a wonderful place this is! Why do you want to turn again? " I firmly refuse. I seldom cry, but at this time I will cry bitterly. Until now, as long as I mention this transfer, I will burst into tears and my heart will be broken. Later, somehow, I finally agreed to my parents' hard work and returned to my hometown-Hongjiang.

On the way back to Hongjiang, the scenes of Shandong having fun with my classmates and the scenes of my teacher's concern for me came to my mind one by one. Recalling the loss of studying and living in Shandong makes my heart ache. In order to make grandma not lonely in her later years, the bitterness of homesickness made me miserable. At this point, I fell into extreme inferiority again. When I first arrived at Hongjiang No.1 Middle School, I was very confused. I walked around and went back to the starting point. All my previous efforts came to nothing, and my beautiful life in Shandong no longer exists. My heart seems to be dead, leaving only an empty shell, always immersed in the pain of leaving Shandong.

After the hard struggle of the soul, finally ushered in the rainbow after the storm. I found that my life would be ruined if this went on. I want to stand up, stand up bravely! This mid-term exam, I finally entered the top three in my class, and my self-confidence flourished in my heart. . . . .