In daily life or work and study, everyone must come into contact with compositions. According to the characteristics of propositional writing, compositions can be divided into propositional compositions and non-propositional compositions. So the question is, how to write an excellent essay? Below is a composition on the topic of waiting that I compiled for you. You are welcome to share it. Composition 1 on the topic of waiting
Under the scorching sun, a little boy was waiting anxiously...
"Why hasn't mom come to pick me up?" The little boy frowned. Big beads of sweat fell from his forehead. Sweat soon soaked his clothes. The sun on the opposite side had already reached the top of his head, and its blazing rays burned him even more fiercely. The little boy was anxious, whether it was because of the strong sunlight or because of his late mother.
The little boy remembered a conversation he had with his mother this morning. "Mom, the closing ceremony is today." "Then I will pick you up at the school gate after school and take you to Guoshang Bookstore to read..." "Great! Don't be late!" "Okay" "One word" For the sake of determination”.
However, time passed by and the classmates went home one after another, but the mother's figure did not appear for a long time. He was like an ant on a hot pot - anxious. His flushed face was covered with glistening beads of sweat, and his originally bright eyes had dimmed, but his eyes had never left the distance. Suddenly, a thin figure appeared in his sight - "It's mom." The little boy seemed to be stepping on the wind under his feet, and he seemed to be flying towards his mother's arms. "Sorry, I'm late." There were tears in the mother's eyes...
A simple wait made the little boy understand perseverance and perseverance. Waiting is a kind of character, and only by perseverance can you realize its value. Essay 2 on the topic of waiting
In the Wumeng Mountain Forest, the first ray of morning glory shines on the earth, awakening life. The sun shines through, the birds sing crisply and sweetly, and the fragrance of flowers fills the mountains and plains. Only a piece of moss hides it. Under the shadow of the sun, it grew slowly and bloomed quietly
Until one morning, crisp footsteps broke through the eternal darkness. Two volunteer teachers came to Wumeng Mountain, which has not been visited for many years. The problem of language communication has become a huge chasm, but the children here love singing, and the two teachers compiled ancient poems into beautiful songs. The language problem is easily solved.
When the sun rises in the east, the clear and moving voices of the children merge into a poem, echoing with the flowing water and birds in the mountains, breaking through the fog that has shrouded Wumeng Mountain all year round. The children in ragged clothes, the sunshine Sprinkle it on your face to reveal the radiance of holiness.
This song accompanied them to the stage in Beijing. In the red and green neon lights, the children's singing seemed so innocent and moved countless people.
In the primary school in the mountains, children's songs can be heard everywhere. When they are on duty after school, they sing "Stand strong despite all the hardships, despite the winds from east to west, north and south." "The desert solitude" on the way to school in the morning The smoke is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river. "At dusk, the moss flowers are as small as rice, and they also bloom like peonies."
The fog in the mountains cannot stop the children's footsteps. The chorus of songs pointed out the direction, dispersed the fog, and pointed to the distance.
The children are born in this impoverished mountainous area and are destined to have a difficult future. But I believe their singing will point them in the direction of the future.
Not all flowers are like peonies, but they will bloom with their own beauty. Not all flowers have a flowering period. Maybe it is a big tree. We are all kings in our own time zone. Where the sun doesn't shine, there is still wonderful life. Essay 3 on the topic of waiting
If waiting is a song of ups and downs, there are too many waitings in a person’s life. However, the results of each waiting are different, and sometimes Makes you happy, sometimes makes you miserable. Like I said, it's a melody that takes you from heaven to hell.
I will never forget that time of waiting.
It was a noon on a summer day. The weather was very hot and the sun was scorching the earth fiercely. The street was very quiet, only the faint chirping of cicadas could be heard.
However, a phone ringing broke the atmosphere, and my mother quickly ran to answer the phone. After I put down the phone, I saw my mother's face was pale and pale, and I asked hurriedly. And my mother said intermittently: "You-Dad-had a car accident." I was suddenly shocked.
I sat on a long bench in the hospital and lowered my head quietly, but my heart was indescribably anxious. The mother on the side had tears in her eyes. Looking at the closed door of the operating room, the flashing red light was so dazzling. I walked to the corridor silently, leaned there, and looked into the distance. The wind was still hot, but my back was cold, as if there was a battle between life and death behind me. Don't dare to look back. The only sound that could be heard was the nurse's hurried running.
I don’t know how much time passed, but my legs became numb, and the operating door finally opened. I ignored the numbness in my legs and hurried forward to ask about my father’s condition. When I heard the doctor said it was okay, I finally let go of my worries, but my tears came out like a flood. At that moment, I thought so, waiting is happiness, and waiting makes me see hope.
If you are faced with a life-and-death situation and you don’t even have the chance to wait, then isn’t life too miserable?
That time of waiting carried my hope and happiness. It was a song, a song that allowed me to travel between hell and heaven.
I’m glad I can wait, what about you? Essay 4 on the topic of waiting
One Sunday morning, I was doing my homework quietly in my room alone. I completed the homework assigned by the school teacher one by one. Finally, I copied the words and prepared I asked my mother to give me dictation. As soon as I walked out of the room and called my mother, I found that my mother was leading my brother to buy groceries, so I had to go back to the room and read a book alone. About an hour later, my mother came back holding my brother in one hand and carrying several bulging and heavy vegetable bags in the other hand. I couldn’t wait for my mother to put the vegetables down and I couldn’t wait to call my mother to give me dictation, but my mother said : "Wait a minute, mom is cooking first, lunch will be served later." After saying that, he rushed into the kitchen and started busy cooking for us. I saw my mother washing and chopping vegetables in the kitchen. It was the cooks again, and people were busy in the kitchen...
The sumptuous Chinese meal was ready. After we finished lunch, my mother also put away the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen. My mother was able to take dictation for me, but at this time my brother was crying and asking for a nap, and my mother started to coax him to sleep again. Seeing my mother busy all the time, I had no choice but to wait. My mother finally finished her work. She was exhausted, panting heavily, dragging her tired body to my side, and began to take dictation for me seriously. Seeing my mother working so hard and tired makes me feel very uncomfortable. How I wish I could help my mother share some affairs!
Waiting makes me anxious. Waiting also allows me to see my mother’s hard work and everything she has done for me and this family. Mom, thank you, thank you for taking care of us over the years, thank you for giving us a warm and comfortable home.
I want to honor you. From now on, I will study hard and be a useful person when I grow up. I will repay you for your upbringing and make you feel proud of me! Composition 5 on the topic of waiting
It takes waiting for seeds to germinate, waiting for seedlings to emerge, waiting for flower buds to bloom, waiting for fruits to mature, waiting for winter to pass and spring to come...
In our case In the journey of life, there is too much waiting. At every moment, inadvertently and inadvertently, we are left with the figure of waiting, interpreting scenes of joys and sorrows in the world. In fact, sometimes, waiting It is a kind of motivation for us. When we wait, we will work hard and fight hard. Waiting is like a goal, urging us to complete it all the time, to realize it, and to bring it to a beautiful end. So It is said that with motivation, we will work hard; with hard work, we can reach the other side of victory.
Only with waiting in the long river of life will the tear-jerking scenes appear. In the Wenchuan earthquake, Tens of thousands of people are waiting in the collapsed ruins for disaster relief workers to dig them out from the ruins. It is because of waiting that they have created miracles of survival one by one and saved each and every lovely life. Continuation.
People buried under the ruins are waiting for disaster relief workers, waiting is a desire to live; loving mothers are waiting for the return of wanderers from far away places, waiting is a lonely watch; dying people are waiting for death. arrival, waiting is a painful torture; there are still many school-age children waiting to go to school; people across the country are waiting for the reunification of the motherland; people who have been baptized by war are waiting for world peace...
The earth is waiting for the moisture of rain and dew; in the old days Slaves of society are waiting for freedom; dawn is waiting for the rising sun; birds are waiting to fly into the blue sky... In our long life, we have waited countless times, failed countless times, succeeded and been happy...
Let that infinite waiting bring us infinite hope and happiness.
Composition 6 on the topic of waiting
Sometimes waiting is also a kind of happiness. The happiness of waiting always has some sourness and sweetness that people cannot feel.
Waiting is a kind of happiness. Sour happiness. Before I knew it, I had entered junior high school. Junior high school is where dreams take off and where the soul soars. While waiting, I entered junior high school - Yining No. 6 Middle School. This is a school in my mind The most ideal middle school. Full of hope, confidence, and longing, I took the admissions exam.
The first exam went smoothly, and I successfully got my admission ticket. Now, my confidence increased greatly. The second exam It came very quickly, and with more hope, confidence, and longing than the first time, I finished answering the test paper. The results would not come out until the next day. This meant that I had to wait all night. During the long wait, I felt sad in my heart. There is always an unspeakable sour feeling. But waiting is also happiness. Tonight I can enjoy the love of my parents and the warmth of my family. Maybe, in 12 hours, I will leave my parents and friends and go I am studying in the middle school that I have longed for for a long time.
In the evening, many classmates from elementary school called. The classmates all had two feelings for me, one was reluctant to leave, and the other was... I hope I go to a better place to go to school. I am really happy to be remembered by my classmates while waiting.
At this moment, waiting is full of happiness. This happiness comes from the care and love of my friends. But this Happiness is full of sadness. If you don't experience it personally, you will never feel it. The whole night, I was immersed in this sour happiness.
Waiting for a sweet happiness. Thinking back Starting from the happy days in elementary school, my heart is full of longing. Will junior high school be so interesting? Essay on waiting 7
Waiting for flowers to bloom is really a torturous thing! I started at 6 o'clock in the morning and waited until now around 15:20, not daring to blink more, because I was afraid of missing any small detail and regretting it for the rest of my life, because this was the first time I was waiting for the flowers to bloom!
Looking at the jasmine buds seeming to be expanding outwards little by little, I then sprinkled some water, hoping that it would absorb and open like a sponge, even though this idea is silly...
"Ah, it's blooming!" These flower buds seemed to bloom all of a sudden. The white petals are so pure, and they also exude a quiet fragrance!
Summary: Although waiting for the flowers to bloom is a kind of suffering, at the moment they bloom, my heart is so satisfied and happy!
Waiting for flowers to fall
Flowers falling is a very cruel thing to flowers, which makes many flowers reluctant, but the moment jasmine falls, it seems to be very " "Shuang", flying lightly in the air, still so beautiful and free, with the spirit of "turning into spring mud to protect flowers"!
Summary: No matter how cruel it is, you must face it calmly, instead of being depressed and like a zombie!
Finale: The whole process of waiting for the flowers to bloom and fall made me deeply emotional and full of emotions. No matter what, I have to face it and be calm, right?
Waiting for the flowers to bloom and fall, painting a beautiful picture!
Waiting for the flowers to bloom and fall, it forms an ingenious score!
Waiting for the flowers to bloom and fall... Composition 8 on the topic of waiting
The Phoenix nirvana is not to seek suicide, but to wait for rebirth: the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl miss each other across the Milky Way. Waiting for the Magpie Bridge to meet: Water dripping on the stone is not stupid behavior, it is waiting for the moment to penetrate the stone. And when can I wait for the opportunity to rise from the ashes?
After this semester, I gained a lot, but I was unsatisfactory in several monthly exams, especially the midterm exam, which gave me a heavy blow. Completely shattered my psychological defenses. That sad and infuriating score left an indelible scar in my heart.
I remember that after the midterm exam, I felt pretty good about myself. I thought it would impress people, but I didn’t expect it to be so unexpected.
The test papers were handed out one after another, like sharp knives piercing my heart.
Although it doesn't seem to matter on the surface, it feels like a thousand arrows piercing my heart. But what can I do, because it’s all my own fault. But the learning method has not changed. Learning is still the same as before, without any change. For the pain that has passed, we can only remember it in our hearts and turn this sadness into strength.
Just when I was full of confidence, I didn’t expect that the last two rankings were below 20, as if my results were fixed here. Will it never be able to break through 10 from now on? There must be something wrong? No, the problem is just a mentality, and that mentality is pride. It has always been thought that this knowledge is simple. Easy to master. Pride stops me from progressing, no, it makes me regress. I must ask him to keep it away from me.
Frustrations cannot hit people, they can only make people progress. These setbacks made me understand the problem with myself.
I am waiting for an opportunity to wash away my shame; waiting for an opportunity to impress others; waiting for an opportunity to transcend myself.
I want to rise from the ashes, I want to get a new life. It seems that the opportunity I have been waiting for has come. Composition 9 on the topic of waiting
The cold wind cruelly blew the window screens of the surrounding houses. I lazily walked out of my friend's house and straightened my back, but was instantly stunned as if I had received an electric shock. Why... Mom ...outside?
My friend and I planned to go to her house today last week. I was so excited that I couldn't sleep all night. After lunch, Lian Lai Lai Lai and her mother got on the bus. When I arrived at my friend's house, no one was there. Only the yellow tung tree on the big red door looked particularly dazzling in the sunlight.
We stayed at the door for a long time, so long that I felt like the days were like years. After a long time, my mother asked tentatively: "Let's go back first." I shook my head stubbornly... The sky was getting a little cooler, and I My legs were trembling, and suddenly I felt something on my back. I turned around and saw that my mother had given me her vest. I was about to take it off when my mother held my shoulders firmly with her hands...
My friend finally came back. She apologized with a smile, opened the door, and welcomed us in. Mom only stayed for a while and then went back. You made an appointment with me to come at half past six. At five o'clock, I went shopping with my friends and was surprised to find my mother who was suffering from the cold wind.
The cold wind got into my mother’s pants and sleeves wantonly. The two of us quickly led our mother into the house. I don’t understand, why is mom here now? Seeing my confused expression, my mother quickly smiled and said, "I was always worried about you when I got home. I was always afraid of keeping you waiting. But I misjudged the time and came after 3 o'clock. I wanted to go in, but I was worried about disturbing you two. , so... Mom continued to talk, but I hugged her. Mom's forehead was blue from the cold, and the white on her hands blended with the light, which looked particularly beautiful...
Dusk is coming. , the setting sun is like blood, and the golden-rimmed setting sun in the western sky is perfectly round at this time, so unreal. In this lonely sunset, I understand what love is.
When you are young, you wait to grow up, when you grow up, you wait to make money; when you are old, you wait for happiness, and when you are happy, you wait for an equal transitional stage. Waiting is a kind of calmness, waiting is a kind of respect. Waiting is polite. Seize the opportunity.
On the platform, there are several joys and sorrows in life, the impatience of those who set off, and the hesitation of those who wait. When the person who waits sees the person he is waiting for, he first gives a warm hug. The long-term bitterness disappeared. After waiting for a long time, waiting for my loved ones can be regarded as a success!
Sitting alone in the park. On the chair - maybe telling a friend something important. The sun shines on the earth, and the bench sends out a message of heat. Those who can't wait, wave goodbye to the southern sun, and leave here at a leisurely pace. Another person came in a hurry, sweating all over his body, panting, looking at his watch, looking at the sun, and casually said: "Dishonest person! "Maybe the next day the two of them were tit-for-tat and fighting each other. Alas! Wait!
During the talks, the Chinese delegation was dignified in appearance, solemn in expression, and in a gentlemanly manner. They solemnly met with foreign friends there. business.
A man, sitting idly on a chair, suddenly couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of phlegm. How serious was this to him? Not knowing how to wait, he spit out a mouthful of phlegm, thinking that he was unaware of the ghost, but his foreign friends had already seen it and remembered it in their hearts. What happens later. sad! wait!
Wait at any time, learn to wait everywhere, Cao GUI marched after three drums, Ziyu was defeated after being prepared. Boya only wanted nothing else in life, he was waiting to have a son and a close friend. Xiangru only wanted to embark on an official career and waited for Yang to succeed unexpectedly. Guan Zhong was in prison waiting for his uncle Ya, and Yu Shun was plowing the fields waiting for Yao and Xuan.
In life, learn to wait, grow while waiting, and step onto the sunny road as you grow. Essay 11 on the topic of waiting
Everyone is eager to succeed and to be cared for. When our bright spots have not been discovered, please do not give up and work harder to show yourself and realize your life value. Because we don’t live for others
——Inscription.
The midterm exam is coming soon. In order to encourage good students, the class teacher started talking to them one by one.
Because he was not good at studying, the teacher never came to him. He was envious and jealous, and wanted to work hard to really show off his skills so that the head teacher could have a heart-to-heart talk with him. However, he was a little discouraged because every time he tried hard, his results never improved. He knew that the head teacher was too busy and did not have much energy to take care of poor students like him. If the teacher can say: "As long as you work harder, you will definitely make great progress." Even if it is just this, he will be satisfied. He will be confident and strive to catch up...
However, he just waited day by day, and his wish never came true.
The teacher walked in from the door again, and he glanced at the teacher from the corner of his eyes. Suddenly, he found that the teacher was slowly moving towards him step by step. He was so excited, thinking in his heart: The teacher is going to see me, the teacher is going to talk to me. He waited excitedly, and waited. The teacher touched him with his hand and pointed to the empty seat next to him, "Why didn't he come?" Only then did he truly taste the pain of the bubble of hope bursting.
Hey, teacher. When can you really look at me? Teacher, when will you understand the wishes of a poor student like me?
He is waiting, waiting in greater hope... Essay on waiting 12
In life, we will experience many waits, they Some are short, some are long, but no matter what kind of waiting, it will bring us different feelings, and the waiting in Tiananmen Square is still fresh in my memory.
That day, in order to get to Tiananmen Square early to occupy a favorable position and see the long-awaited flag-raising ceremony, we got up at around four o'clock. I rushed to the square and took a look, wow, there were so many people, it was overwhelming. My father and I finally squeezed to the front, but unfortunately, we could only see the back of the head of the person in front. In order for me to see clearly, my father asked me to ride on his back. At this time, there were still several minutes before the flag-raising time.
Dad drove me and stood there and started waiting. Because he was afraid that I would fall, he clamped my legs with both hands. I sat very uncomfortable, and because I was afraid of putting more pressure on my father, I didn't dare to move. I felt that just a few minutes were too long. After waiting for a while, the national flag guard had not yet appeared. I felt a little numb in my legs and started to feel irritable. Dad might also feel it was difficult, so he asked me from time to time: "Is the escort coming?" "Did you see it?" I answered him impatiently. Everyone around me said, "It's about to begin," but the vigorous figures of the escorts were never seen. Just when we, father and son, were gradually losing patience, a heroic team of national flag guards appeared in the doorway of Tiananmen Gate, and the flag-raising ceremony really began...
The flag-raising ceremony was over, and my father put me down. . I found that my legs no longer obeyed me at all. It hurt even when I lifted my feet up, and I couldn’t feel them when they touched the ground. Even though I am like this, you can imagine how difficult it must be for my father to carry someone as big as me, but my father said it was "worth it".
Yes, the feeling of waiting is unbearable, but the result of waiting is beautiful. Life is richer and more meaningful because of waiting. Essay 13 on the topic of waiting
In a sense, life is a kind of waiting. "If you don't come late at night if you have an appointment, you can knock the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall" is waiting. "On the willow branches above the moon, if you make an appointment after dusk" is waiting. The young Helen Kate is waiting for three days of light, the beautiful Haizi is looking forward to the "spring flowers blooming", Borghi Field is waiting for the sound of James Last's piano in loneliness, and the people in Beckett's works are Waiting for Godot who can bring good luck... Even after birth, everyone begins to wait for the death of the life that will never come to nothing.
Someone has calculated that at least one-third of a person's life is spent "waiting". Waiting, sometimes long, may consume our whole life, such as the arrival of true love, the arrival of death; sometimes it is very short, such as the announcement of test results and the beginning of a new day.
There is a sense of mystery and longing in waiting, but it requires patience the most. Not everything you wait for will come true, and not every day will bring you luck, so the feeling of waiting is often not pleasant. Take waiting for someone. The one who is waiting suffers more than the one who is being waited for, just like the one who stays behind after parting feels more miserable than the one who left. Before the guests arrive, the waiting host faces still time; when one party leaves, the other party is enveloped in empty time. Waiting is exciting because of the hope, but boring because the waiting process is unorganized. Therefore, such waiting is a state of mind that mixes excitement and boredom. Over time, boredom will take over. Of course, there are still many people who are anxious and longing. They sometimes flip the hair from their ears, or use smoking and sighing to calm their anxiety and irritability. Even people who are as calm as a pine and have a heart as pure as a mirror cannot shake it off. A moment of tension and haze. Therefore, there is a saying that speaks directly to people's hearts: Waiting makes life the easiest to grow old. Essay 14 on the topic of waiting
Everyone should have heard the story of waiting for a rabbit. The stupid farmer thought that as long as he waited under that tree, a rabbit would come to the farmer to catch it. But day after day passed, the rabbit never came, but the farmer was still waiting, waiting. In the end, the fields were barren and the crops yielded no harvest. I watched others go out to sell bundles of wheat for money, but I could only return empty-handed.
Aunt Zhang Haidi, she is terminally ill and can no longer be cured. She can only spend her life in a wheelchair. Her relatives and friends all think that she can only be in a wheelchair in her life and cannot have any future. However, perseverance has changed the cruelty of reality. With a spirit that is difficult for ordinary people to possess, Aunt Zhang Haidi has written one book after another. Aunt Zhang Haidi is not wasting her time, nor is she waiting stupidly in a wheelchair. When death comes, she is working hard and taking action. She cannot waste the time God gave her. She must cheer up and build a life of her own!
Now it’s time to talk about me, a 13-year-old boy. I usually reach out for clothes and open my mouth for food. When is there a day when I don’t wait for my parents to help me get dressed? Help me feed? Life at that time was simply a fairy life. When I was in 4th grade, my Chinese teacher said that every inch of time is worth every inch of gold, and it was only then that I understood: Now I am relying on my parents and waiting for their love. What should I do when I grow up? Do we still need to be loved by our elderly parents? From then on, I began to take care of myself, do my own things, and no longer let my parents worry about me.
What’s the use of waiting? If you are waiting for the opening of the stock market, then you can start doing other things first; if you are waiting for the results to be announced; you can go exercise first; if you are waiting for the return of your parents at home, you can do it first Some review outlines. Essay 15 on the topic of waiting
Dui, the leader of a motorcycle team traveling to the mountains, accidentally saw the ten-year-old girl Yanli. He wisely decided to help Yanli. He sends messages online.
Every once in a while, he would take his traveling companions (friends) on motorcycles to visit Xiaoyanli in the mountains. Every time he went, he would bring some greetings from the outside world. Once, he brought a tape recorder, which was all Xiao Yanli knew about the outside world. The second time I went, Yanli said: "Uncle, please sit down." This sentence surprised Ah-Dai, "How did you learn it?" "I learned it from the tape recorder." Xiao Yanli's astonishing learning ability surprised Ah-Dai even more.
After returning home, Dui went to read the posts on the Internet, but no hospital was willing to treat Yanli’s disease. Wait. However, after four years of waiting, finally a doctor was willing to perform surgery on Yanli. The motorcycle convoy set off again, bringing doctors in white coats to the mountains. Finally there is hope! Dumb sighed. However, in this season of hope, the most annoying problem came, Yanli was unwilling to undergo surgery!
From then on, Yanli only had contact with Dui. After several exchanges and contacts, Yanli finally accepted the surgery. For fourteen years, Yanli has lived in this mountain for fourteen years. Today, she walked out of the mountain and walked out of the mountain where she had lived for fourteen years. After treatment, Yanli was able to wear prosthetic limbs and walk. How many years had she thought about walking? Eight years, eight years - a long wait.