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Writing on a sunny day
No matter in school or in society, everyone is familiar with composition, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (thesis). Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is my collection of sunny compositions. Welcome to read the collection.

Sunny day, composition 1 "Sunshine is always after rain, please believe there is a rainbow". This beautiful lyric tells a simple truth: success needs to be paid. Certificates, successes and honors are always obtained through hard work and struggle. The joy after success will cheer us up and make us feel particularly comfortable, just like bathing in the bright sunshine.

There will be a singing contest in the grade, and the class is choosing people. Many students in our class signed up, and I signed up, but I also secretly thought: am I capable of doing this task? Can I do that?

The first audition, there were many people, and I panicked. It's my turn After I stood on the stage and finished singing, the audience applauded and I suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. A few days later, the shortlist came out and I entered the finals. I was very happy.

The day before the final, preparations were still going on nervously. I still practice over and over again, and my mouth is thirsty, but I think only persistence can succeed. Because the time is too short, I can only race against time and keep practicing during recess and after school. The lyrics of the evening were basically memorized. My mother also helped me to adjust my tone.

The most exciting moment has finally arrived. On the day of the game, it was sunny, and it was rare to have such good weather. But my heart is like a rabbit. I am so anxious that I have no confidence at all and lack confidence. What should I do? What if you can't sing well! The game really started, and I was the last one on the stage. I have no mind to watch others sing at all, just sitting in my seat, silently and nervously reciting the lyrics. It's finally my turn. I took a deep breath to calm myself down. "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous." I calmly walked onto the stage, standing in the center of the stage, and a bunch of encouraging eyes came at me. Suddenly, I threw my nervousness out of my mind, followed by a strong self-confidence, and my every tone was good. Finally, I bowed deeply to the audience who encouraged me with gratitude.

Running off the stage, all the nervousness turned into joy, and confidence flashed on his face. When the winners were announced, I won the third prize and stood on the podium. I have an indescribable feeling in my heart. Although I don't sing the best, I have worked hard. That's all that matters. The beautiful lyrics of "sunshine always comes after rain, please believe there is a rainbow" float in my mind, and this beautiful day will always be engraved in my heart, imagining that the future is full of brilliant days.

On a sunny day, the lazy afternoon sun gently sprinkled on the table. I shuttled through my memories and recorded those sunny days.

one

In the early morning, the sun shone naughty into the corner of the table. Today is a sunny day.

I sat at the table, smelling the sunshine, and urged my mother to make breakfast quickly.

Suddenly, mother's screams came from the kitchen. I rushed into the kitchen, only to find that my mother's hand was scalded by the boiling oil in the pot. I quickly washed my mother's injured hands with cold water, but I felt them shaking slightly. I gently rubbed my mother's hand, just like my mother comforted me when I was a child. Suddenly, I was shocked. When did my mother's smooth and beautiful hands become so rough? The skin on the back of the hand is a little dark and yellow, and there is a thin cocoon on the palm. The swollen joints of fingers make these hands thick and short. Over the years, my mother has done too much for me and this family. Mother's hands are full of warm love and affection.

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Physical education class, go. I narrowed my eyes to avoid the dazzling sunshine. Today is another sunny day. "Women's 800-meter run, start at once!" I walked to the starting point with my knees in my hands. Excessive practice yesterday made my muscles stiff as if they were frozen. Every step I take, I have to bear unbearable pain. I gasped, and my good friend Xiaoling noticed my abnormality and ran to my side: "Don't give up easily, I'll run with you."

"Ready, run!" The students rushed out one after another like runaway wild horses. Xiaoling and I trotted behind the team. I gritted my teeth and kept running for a while. The feeling of physical overdraft is getting stronger and stronger, and my pace is gradually slowing down. Xiaoling turned to encourage me as she ran: "Don't give up, I believe we can all do it." She is as holy as an angel in the sun and inspires me to move forward. Finally, we reached the finish line. I have no extra strength, sitting on the ground. Xiaoling leaned in with a red face and said with a smile, "Look, as long as we insist, we can do it."

The sunshine seems to be no longer dazzling, like falling feathers, gently sprinkling on us.

One sunny day, the light penetrated the leaves and he scattered all over the floor. The shape of leaves appears in the light. It is like an ink painting, depicting those glorious days. ...

When I was walking on a meadow, the birds in the tree next to me kept singing and the butterflies were dancing. But I don't remember whether I have been here or not. All this is so familiar, but it is so strange to me. Come to think of it, maybe you were here in your last life? No, childhood. I used to play here and enjoy the happiness brought by spring.

Childhood contains a lot of happiness and carefree. It seems that everything there is beautiful, there is no pressure to study, only carefree enjoyment, and when you are tired, you lie down and sleep. Now think about how free it is.

On that sunny day, I really wanted to have a good time, but years have washed away and many things have long since disappeared. However, I found a dusty photo in an accidental cleaning. I seem to remember something. When I opened it, it turned out to be a record of playing with my parents when I was a child, which reminded me of my childhood.

I only remember the night of our trip, because we missed the last bus, and we had to stay overnight. It's like I'm on the Huangpu River, enjoying the night view of Shanghai. The bright lights seem to record the prosperity of Shanghai and are deeply imprinted in my heart. The temperature at night is very cold, and my body is covered with my mother's clothes, which is very warm. After enjoying the night view, we began to look for a hotel to stay. But what we think is not that simple. I have looked for several, but there is none. Finally, when we found it was midnight, I was tired, fell asleep in my mother's arms, and woke up in the morning. We went home after breakfast. I sat in the car and looked at the scenery outside through the glass. Everything is wonderful.

The morning sunshine left ripples in my heart. In the secluded path where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, where the breeze gently blows the earth, I am bathed in the light of sunrise and sunset. ...

On a sunny day, I walked on the campus path, and the sunshine was particularly good.

Brilliant light inclines among the leaves and projects on the dim concrete road. The mottled tree shadows everywhere seem to crush the warm sun with a gentle shake. Indulge in this beautiful roadside scenery, unconsciously, we came to a sparsely populated corner of the campus.

Not as bright and lovely as just now, but it doesn't mean rhyme. A layer of gold gauze fell from the high wall, quiet and serene.

Suddenly, a flowing golden color flashed from the fundus, which was out of place with this picture. I ran quickly to find out.

So he left a beautiful bracelet on this wasteland. I looked at it, and the golden smell came to my face. Simple and elegant design makes me more and more blind. Especially under the caress of the sun, the flash emits dazzling brilliance.

I leaned forward, carefully picked it up and held it in my hand. Looking around, it was still quiet and there was no one to see. By some strange coincidence, I put it in my pocket as fast as lightning, and then ran back quickly.

Along the way, I pretended to be calm, suppressed my inner throb, and just ran forward blindly. The sound of my heart pounding is clearly audible. Gradually, coolness and wetness spread from the palm of your hand, and the elegance of enjoying the beautiful scenery along the way has long since disappeared.

The footsteps are getting heavier and heavier, and it seems that some people can't support their rickets. The sunshine is getting brighter and brighter, stroking my hair tips, stroking my cheeks, and gently sprinkling into my heart, imperceptibly washing my heart blinded by dust and customs.

I stopped and resolutely walked in the other direction.

The bracelet was returned to its original owner, a beautiful young female teacher. She patted me gently on the shoulder, her clear eyes reflected relief and approval, and the slightly curved corners of her mouth were always filled with the ease and joy she found from her heart. I looked at her burning eyes, and my cheeks were like clouds baked by the warm sun.

Before leaving, the hostess waved her thanks to me again. Looking back at the more brilliant flowery smile in the sun, I couldn't help but be shocked. Slow down, if you realize something.

On that sunny day, I finally begged for my sunshine and the light of humanity.

On a sunny day, composition 5 is a white quilt and a pure dream. On sunny days, she will mix this quilt with other colorful quilts and sheets to hang a rainbow. She patted her gently with a duster, and a ray of sunshine shone on her hair after the storm. It's blond hair-not the color of the sun, but the feeling of the sun.

When I was in kindergarten, I especially loved to shuttle between these quilts and sheets. It's black and bright, red and white, and every quilt smells of sunshine evenly. Grandma always smiles kindly when she looks at me and tells me to "run slowly and be careful to fall down".

Every night, I put a quilt over my head, and the smell of sunshine accompanies me to sleep, fragrant, sweet or warm.

Now, I'm in town. People in the city have not forgotten the customs of bask in the quilt because of the fast pace. On sunny days, every household will take the quilt outside to dry. Every time I see someone hanging around with a quilt, I always think of my grandmother and the fragrance of the sun.

During the Spring Festival, when cleaning on New Year's Eve, grandma was still holding everyone's quilts and sheets to dry in the yard. I am 3 years old to 14 years old, 1 1 year old. I'm going to help grandma bask in the quilt this year. One is two, and one feels heavier than the other. Bask in the quilt is not an easy job. I was sweating like a pig, looking at grandma. Grandma's wrinkles are like deep grooves, her skin is dark, her face has been cut by a knife, and her eyes are blurred. Oh, grandma, you are old.

Grandma bears the quilts and sheets of everyone in the family, and her own quilts and sheets are dried by herself. I tossed and turned in bed. I quietly opened the door and heard my grandmother babbling, "A lifetime and a few quilts are the burden of my happiness." My eyes are moist. Grandma, a quilt in several lifetimes is my eternal happiness.

On that sunny day, I came to dry grandma's quilt and inherit the feeling of sunshine. A quilt, a lifetime, loves grandma the most.

On sunny days, the sun is everywhere on our planet and will shine on every gloomy place in our hearts. Let's be full of sunshine, carry forward the spirit of optimism and walk on the road of life with a healthy attitude towards life. Of course, the premise of this is that you are willing to open your heart, let the sunshine fill your heart without obstacles, drive away those negative outlook on life and bring you correct ideas. Let you have unlimited positive energy in sunny days, let laughter pervade every corner of the world, and let smiles appear on everyone's faces.

I once read a story, and my daughter asked, "Why are some watermelons sweet and some watermelons not?" Father said: "Watermelon is sweet because it is exposed to the sun for a long time." Aren't all the watermelons in that field receiving sunshine? "The daughter asked again. Father said, "Yes, the sunshine is very good. It shines on all watermelons equally. However, some watermelons are afraid of heat, hiding in the shadows and refusing to accept the sun. "

Now we are like these watermelons, and the care of friends and the teaching of family members are like sunshine. If we don't accept these caring and earnest teachings, then our future will not be sweet; On the contrary, if we accept these, then we will share weal and woe. Learning now is bitter, but life in the future will be as sweet as honey.

There is a good saying, "You have to suffer to be a master". I hope that in this sunny day, we students can suffer a little, and we should be bitter first and then sweet. Only in this way can we be human.

Ai Qing once wrote in his poem The Word of the Sun: "Open your window | Open your door | Let me in, let me in | Enter your hut | I have golden flowers | I have the fragrance of the forest | I have light and warmth | I am covered with dew. . . "What I want to say is:" Open your heart, let the sunshine in, let the sunshine in, and enter your heart with haze. It is the most beautiful gift of nature, with light and warmth. It wants to enter your heart with positive energy and make your heart full of sunshine, warmth and happiness. "

On that sunny day, I accepted the best gift from nature, so I can proudly say, "I am a child living in the sunshine!" " "

On a sunny day, the warm sun in winter is particularly bright, and our family set out to climb the long-awaited Daheng Mountain.

On the way, my mother told us in the car that Dahengshan is also called Dahongshan because the soil at the foot of it is red. It also has a legend: In those days, Erlang God in the Heavenly Palace turned into a water bird and a swimming fish when he caught the Monkey King who knocked over the blast furnace. Suddenly, he felt that there was soil in his boots, so he took out his feet and fell down, thus forming a big red mountain.

After several bumps, we finally came to the foot of Daheng Mountain. I looked up and saw that the mountain covered the sun and I couldn't feel a ray of sunshine. I twisted my neck and looked down again. The red hills under our feet are close together, like a pair of twin brothers, but they look independent but the cornerstones are connected to form a valley. When we looked down, the red hills became smaller.

Let's start climbing mountains! It was interesting at first, and the mountain was not very steep. But I am not flexible. Some valleys are too low and the hills above are too high, so I have to let my father push me behind and help me.

I'm a little tired from climbing the mountain. Just stand on the high hill, hands behind your back, overlooking the scenery below, hey! Don't tell me, from god's point of view, it's quite noble! Move your eyes to the lowest point, huh? Isn't that grandma! Grandma sat at the foot of the mountain, holding her head high, and shouted to me loudly, "Pay attention to safety!" " I waved to my grandmother excitedly.

A gust of east wind blew, I opened my arms and closed my eyes, indulging in the warm winter sun, which is rare in the winter wind.

Dad said there was a temple on the top of the mountain, where Fox Fairy lived. As soon as I heard this, I got up and climbed up. However, the road up the mountain is not so easy to climb. Thorns are in the way, weeds are overgrown, pine trees are flourishing, and Huangshan soil is very easy to roll down.

Suddenly, among the pine trees, our family clearly heard a scream, followed by the sound of stones rolling down. Two minutes later, grandma called and said that a young woman had rolled down the hill. ...

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A gust of east wind blew, and I opened my arms and closed my eyes, indulging in the warm sunshine in winter, which was rare in winter. ...

Beautiful weather, composition 8 "Warm wind makes tourists drunk, making Hangzhou a continent". That ray of warm sunshine shines slightly obliquely on my face. The long-lost warmth moistens me again, moistens me again, and once again, I think of that day, that thing, that person!

On this day, I came to school with my schoolbag on my back, and my mind was full of excitement and fantasy. Today, I'm going for a spring outing!

When I came to class, everyone was in a mess. If it boils soon, it is estimated that the teacher can't control it. "Today we are going to travel, let me talk about the matters needing attention …" In the teacher's speech, we can still hear those small voices, yes, the students are still discussing. The teacher had no choice but to stop talking and tell us the time. After a while, the students boiled again.

"Look, it's beautiful over there!" At the tourist destination, my classmates left in twos and threes, and I also went to play with my friends. "Let's play games." "Yes, yes." Everybody answer. Then, we had a good time. Suddenly, I heard my cry, and everyone quickly gathered around, and my foot was twisted. It hurts. It really hurts. Instead of just thinking about herself, she said, "Are you okay?" I replied, "nothing, I just twisted my foot accidentally." Suddenly, she gently softened my ankle with her hand, and I felt so warm.

Seeing that the time had passed, I said, "Leave me alone and go and play. I'll walk back to the teacher myself. " "That won't do. You're hurt. The teacher will say something about me then. I don't want to be scolded. " Say that finish, she helped me up. I am so happy, so warm, so thank God.

The activity is over, but she and I are still so close, and we are still good friends.

In a blink of an eye, primary school has left us, but every time I look up, I will think of her.

Warm sunshine once again sprinkled on my face, long-lost warmth once moistened me, once again, on that sunny day.

It was sunny for 9 days, and it was dark, as if it had been splashed with thick ink and pressed down heavily. The street lamp on the side casts a pale light and looks up, except for black.

It used to be a long way from school to home, and it took more than an hour to walk. However, the school activity was late that day and my parents didn't come, so I had to walk back by myself.

That day, all I remember is that it was dark.

Maybe it's because the days are long and the nights are short, or my psychological suggestion is particularly dark.

I walked on a deserted road, stepping on fallen leaves, and only heard rustling and my own heartbeat. Very quiet and weird, as if I was the only one in the world. I can't blame my imagination, but I'm paranoid.

Occasionally, a few cars will gallop away on a wide road, flashing dazzling light, as if they left this troubled place in a panic, leaving a trail of smoke.

Anyway, I'm buried in the dark and no one will notice me until I die.

This is also very strange. The oncoming car is slow. Headlights are the brightest, but not dazzling, just like the sun, illuminating my world.

Vaguely visible, that person keeps looking around, never letting go of a spark, and it is not difficult to think of her anxiety and sweat across her forehead.

Like an illusion, someone was calling me, and I suddenly looked up. It was my mother. I don't remember what I said to her, complaining or understanding, or nothing, except that she said "I'm sorry." I only remember that along the way, everything in front of me was so clear, so warm, and really shining like bright sunshine. I muttered, "Mom" didn't say a word.

Imagine that day, no matter how bright the lights and bright the sunshine are, how could it be more brilliant than finding your daughter's maternal love alone in the dark? Warmer?

That sunny day in the dark.

On a sunny day, there is a sentence in Owens' composition 10 that "gentle people will have iron will." I thought it was a true portrayal of my character.

I am a taciturn person in life; I am a gentle explorer in learning; I am a quiet candidate in the examination room. But I became a brave soldier as soon as I went on stage.

I have to relive last week's basketball game here.

It was a sunny day. Our class is against Class Five.

The athletes in Class Five are all burly, big-chested and thick-waisted, and brave as tigers, while in my class, they are thin and short, and they play short. As expected, we lost, and we lost miserably, all of which were arm bleeding or leg cramps. The sunshine is stronger, and cicadas are screaming, as if laughing at us.

There was another game in the afternoon, and we were exhausted and chose to stick to it.

Time is like an arrow, we can't rest. The second game has begun. As soon as the athletes from both sides stood well, the cheerleaders shouted away, more anxious than the athletes.

When the whistle sounded, the pioneers of both sides grabbed the ball. The other team scored two goals in the blink of an eye, and we haven't entered the state yet.

What shall we do? We must find a way to cheer everyone up. I seized a short man's chance to fall, and made a layup while his opponent was distracted. Alas, the goal is scored! Our cheerleaders cheered and applauded. Hehe, this lens is great. Everyone's spirit is refreshed and the enthusiasm for grabbing the ball is high. The field suddenly became active and the game was brilliant. How's it going? Now I can be a great hero.

But just when I was elated, the basketball slammed on my lips. I felt numb, and then the pain and blood flowed out. Hurt me, my heart is very contradictory, changing the bench to rest will definitely affect the mood of other players; If I don't rest, now that I'm injured, it will also affect my play.

Dry mouth, scarred, I chose to persist. I persist in pain and gain in persistence.

Through the efforts of our athletes, we finally won with a slight advantage of leading by one goal. Our happy smiles are written on our faces.

Smile at the sky, the sun is still shining, and our smile is as bright as the sun. My persistent will is also shining with brilliant sunshine.

With this will, I believe that in the future, the bright sunshine will accompany me forward!