Spring is coming again, and the beautiful skirt is like a veil, which overflows the rigidity of a cold winter, and everything recovers in an instant, and a hundred flowers bloom. The flower beds in the park are full of flowers, and all kinds of beautiful flowers are smiling at me. I thought, if I really did that, would I still accept the welcoming ceremony of flowers with a smile?
At that time, the flowers were in full bloom in the garden in the middle of the street. When I came home from school, I couldn't help being attracted by these waterfall flowers. Staying here and reluctant to leave. The fragrance enveloped me gently like a dream, and let me indulge in the flowers. The flowers are cut neatly and the petals are light and beautiful. Migrating butterflies gently kiss all kinds of flowers, and hardworking bees hover between flowers and tender leaves, sucking sweet honey. What a beautiful picture!
How I want to take these admirable flowers home and put them in a vase, even if their life span is only a few days. How I want to have such wonderful "works of art" and such beautiful scenery, and convince myself with various excuses and reasons that I can pick these flowers without feeling guilty. Colorful flowers, fluttering in the wind, fresh and beautiful branches and leaves. It still smells of wet soil.
People are running around, and no one cares about my complicated inner struggle. My hand moved for a long time, and finally I reached out and picked the most plump and gorgeous flower to cut off. Suddenly, a pain crawled through my hand, and my smile froze at this moment. The sharp thorn of the flower made me quickly retract my "evil" hands and gave me a blow. They rejected my greed with cold resistance, and they rejected my lust with rigid resistance. Finally, at that moment, I suddenly understood: there are some beautiful things that I can't have; There are some things I need to have a "traffic light" to supervise my code of conduct.
The thorns on those flowers were traffic lights of my code of conduct, which taught me how to abide by the morality of a student at that time. It is this traffic light that makes me abide by morality today and have no greed.
Test analysis: to write this composition well, we must first carefully examine the questions. This is a figurative title. Traffic lights are used to regulate people's behavior. "There is a traffic light in your heart" has another meaning, that is to say, you should have a sense of rules in your heart, what you can and can't do, and have a rule in your heart, otherwise you will be on the verge of derailment, even breaking the law. Therefore, in order to ensure that "there are traffic lights in your heart", you should constantly strengthen your self-moral cultivation and always maintain a fair and just heart; We should constantly improve our personality, prevent weeds from growing in our hearts, and truly be an upright person with a clear conscience. To write this topic well, you can put forward a positive or negative idea, make up a story, or make a comment.