Current location - Education and Training Encyclopedia - Graduation thesis - Every time I walk past my work.
Every time I walk past my work.
In normal study, work and life, everyone will come into contact with composition to some extent. Composition can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (thesis). Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is the composition I collected for you. Whenever I walk through here, it's for reference only. I hope I can help you.

Every time I walk past the composition 1, the sun shines in and falls at the first position in the first row. I always feel heartache when I think of the smiling face of Xue, the owner of the seat. But I believe she will get better soon.

Cute mushroom head, big eyes, and a sweet smile on her mouth. That's my impression of him. But I haven't seen her for a long time.

I still remember that every time I passed by here, the sun was full of tables and chairs, and you sat in your seat, writing your homework with a pen. That small figure and ear-high short hair are unforgettable. Sometimes, all the flowers and plants in the classroom are moved out and put on the windowsill next to you. Under the sunshine, your smile emerges like a delicate flower, which is dazzling against the flowers and plants.

I remember in winter in physical education class, you wore a pair of cotton shoes with a furry rabbit in front of them. Everyone is scrambling to catch rabbits. You have no choice but to pretend to be angry, and everyone will stop soon. I can see that you like those shoes very much. But after running, you panted and curled your mouth and said, "It's all rabbits on these shoes. They are too heavy. I am exhausted from running. " I smiled as soon as I saw it: "Otherwise, you don't want rabbits?" "No,no." Come back quickly, I'm laughing even harder.

You are so cute, we never thought that misfortune would befall you. You have been admitted to the hospital and intensive care unit. You have a high fever and are unconscious. You need a ventilator to stay alive every day. ...

However, even so, you are still so strong, how can you be easily defeated by illness? Every time, you are stiff, with a smile on your pale face, smiling to comfort your mother. That's what you have to do. You don't want others to worry. You keep all the pain in your heart. You are like this, powerful enough to make people feel distressed.

The hospital bed is full of tubes, and you are thin, and you have lost your former liveliness, and your face has gradually lost its smile and vitality. In order to recover as soon as possible, you bite your teeth and cooperate with the doctor.

Every time I pass by your seat, my mind is full of your memories, your smile comes to my mind, the way you sit in your seat and read quietly, the way you listen attentively in class, the way you run hard on the playground, and the way you play with us. Every scene is you. Whenever I pass your seat, I always feel worried and distressed. You are our baby and we want to take good care of you.

Looking at you and asking helplessly, "Doctor, when will I die?" My heart really hurts. You fool, you have to get through this! You still have us. We are all here silently worrying about you and guarding you. You are an indispensable member of our Lingyun class and a member of our big family.

Please get better as soon as possible!

Every time I walk through here and this stadium, his appearance will emerge in front of my eyes, and memories of playing with him will flood in. This stadium is not only a battlefield, but also the place where my friendship with him began.

When I first met him, maybe it was fate. We got to know each other and immediately became brothers. For basketball fans, the best way to witness friendship is of course playing games. I played games with him and was beaten out of the water. I was a little discouraged and lost confidence. He immediately ran over and said to me with a smile, "Brother, don't lose heart! Nothing can beat you as long as you practice more! " Looking at his earnest touch, I nodded solemnly and asked him to accept me as an apprentice, and he readily agreed. Since then, I have dealt with him every week.

He taught me skills, and I always learned them as soon as I learned them. I thought I had "played invincible hand all over the world" and could "get started". So, I began to be lazy in practice, not as serious as before. Clever, he immediately found out, so he proposed to match another one, and I promised "I don't know much". At the beginning of the game, he began to attack violently, dribbling and shooting accurately, breaking through the unexpected, and I gasped after several innings. This time, he said to me a little seriously: "There is no end to everything. Don't be complacent just because you know a little triviality!" " I still remember this sentence, which inspired me to keep moving forward. It is precisely because of this sentence that I practice more diligently, my technology advances by leaps and bounds, and he often shows a knowing smile, and our friendship is sublimated here.

Everything has a beginning and an end. My happy time with him was no exception. He will go to school elsewhere. On the day of parting, I played ball with him all afternoon, which put a beautiful end to this period. My skills can keep pace with him, and this time I surpassed him and even beat him. When he left, he took out a brand-new ball from the grass and handed it to me. He smiled and said, "Congratulations, you have already started! Goodbye! " After that, he turned and left, leaving me a tall figure. I also said the last thing I wanted to say, "Goodbye." The sunset dragged me and his shadow for a long time. ...

Although we are thousands of miles apart, our friendship will last forever in each other's hearts.

Now, I came to the stadium again. Many people have been exercising there. I watched carefully, hoping to find him. After observing them twice, the only hope left was gone, and an inexplicable bitterness rose in my heart. At this moment, I remembered his last words: "Goodbye by fate". Isn't it fate that I met him? So I firmly believe that I will meet him again.

Whenever I pass by here, I will think of this friendship. It makes me happy and sad. Every time I walk by, my heart is surging.

Every time I walk through composition 3 from here, there are countless good books in this world.

And what makes people unforgettable is only that small part.

It inspired my first book: San Mao's wandering, which is also one of those small parts.

Every time I read it, I also walked through the kingdom of books once.

When I was a child, I was attracted by Sanmao's wonderful experience. I miraculously survived in the shell, but my classmates who worked hard at school were framed for dropping out of school, learning tricks in acrobatic troupe, working in printing room to make money, working hard in rich families and so on. All these wonderful contents made me feel on the spot and aroused my interest in reading.

I will cry for Sanmao's tragic fate in the future. Wandering life never stops: either fighting for food with others in slums, looking around in rural fields, or sleeping naked on benches in city parks. When he looked at the dog dressed better than himself in the cold wind, my heart ached inexplicably, but I had to sigh helplessly.

Now, I will be infected by Sanmao's tenacity and kindness. What's the use of feeling sorry for yourself if you are in a dark and chaotic world? Sanmao did not submit to humiliation because of poverty and low status. He dares to retaliate against fake philanthropists, throw his dirty clothes at those who laugh at him, and fight against the rich who look down on him. On the other hand, nowadays, power and money seem to be a person's lifelong goal, so how many people put down their dignity in front of power, and those people can't compare with San Mao at all.

Sanmao's kindness is also deeply hidden in my heart. He risked his life to save the boy who fell into the water, took off his thin clothes to those who had no clothes to wear, gave only half of the pie in his hand to the hungry old man, and made faces at those who laughed at the old man. Is this just the innocence and nature of children? Now kindness has become a high-sounding word.

After turning round and round, a scene kept emerging in my heart: Sanmao found a book "Bright World" in his master's house. He was about to look under the street lamp when he saw someone robbing a pedestrian with a gun. Sanmao tore up the book angrily. Where is the bright world in real life?

Books should always be read and updated. Every time you read it, it will give you new enlightenment. Let's walk comfortably in the kingdom of books!