In real life or work and study, we often come into contact with compositions, which can be divided into narrative, explanatory, practical and argumentative according to different genres. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is my chrysanthemum composition in the sun for reference only. Welcome to reading.

The stem is dotted with golden chrysanthemums, and a little girl is stroking with her hand, muttering something, not knowing what to say. The sun shone on her, and her long hair shone with golden light, which was combed by the wind and then put on her body. Whenever the wild chrysanthemums everywhere quietly bloom, her figure will always appear on the ridge of the field, and the light face of the little girl will always be reflected in her eyes.

I wonder why she loves this chrysanthemum alone. I only know that her name is Tao Ju, her mother died in her early years, and her father went out early and returned to work late. Although there are chrysanthemums in the name, this is definitely not the reason.

This morning, I saw her again, still standing there alone as usual, admiring the wild chrysanthemums everywhere. I don't know what happened to me, so I went up to her and said, "Tao Ju, why do you look at chrysanthemums here every day?" She smiled, shook her head again, and took my hand and walked to her house. Her house is not very rich, but it is not too poor. The room was empty, only a few pieces of furniture were scattered all over the floor, and there was a big handful of wild chrysanthemums on the table. In a gloomy environment, gold seems to bloom with different brilliance. There is also a tea set next to it, which is very complete and very old-fashioned. It has been preserved for a long time and looks very proud. I'm a little surprised and confused. She went into the woodshed and boiled a pot of hot water. She took dried chrysanthemums out of her cuffs, put them in a teacup, and poured hot water on them. The fog shrouded me. I smelled it, and the unique fragrance of wild chrysanthemum was instantly emitted. I took a sip and the rich fragrance rushed into my lungs. "Drink well!" ! I can't help but praise. "Of course, this chrysanthemum is very nutritious." She said while drinking tea. "This dried chrysanthemum, every time I pick some fresh chrysanthemums, I will wash them and dry them in the sun. This is what my mother taught me." Say that finish, she smiled, but with a bitter smile. "mom? By the way, I have never met your mother. Has she gone out? " I have always been curious, only to see her hand shake, two sparkling pearls rolled into the tea, making a crisp sound and hitting my heart hard. "She suffered from a malignant tumor and passed away very early." She couldn't hold it any longer, and suddenly, tears welled up. I patted her on the back to comfort her. Later, when I left home, I always remembered what she said, "I love chrysanthemums because my mother loves chrysanthemums." Chrysanthemum smells like my mother. They have accompanied me since I was a child, and they contain deep maternal love! "

The chrysanthemums in the sun are so bright.

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