In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone has the experience of writing essays, so they are very familiar with them. With the help of essays, we can improve our language organization ability. So how is a general composition written? Below are the essays I compiled on the topic of calling. I hope it will be helpful to everyone. Essay on the topic of calling 1
On the road to our growth, there will always be difficulties waiting for us. Only after going through hardships can we truly grow up. When we have difficulties that we cannot overcome, our mother will face them. I said: My child, persistence is victory. When we heard this, we moved forward again.
One morning, at dawn, after I finished my last bowl of rice, I went to school. When I was crossing the road, I suddenly felt a pain coming from behind. At that time, I fell down. , when I got up, I told them who did it, and their hands pointed at another person. I might have been too angry at the time, so I just ran to the ground and slapped him twice. Maybe he didn’t do it. After he was convinced, he also slapped me twice. I was so anxious that I started to struggle with him and couldn't drag him away. It felt like we beat him for a long time before he was snatched away by them.
On the way to school, I looked at him with hatred, and he looked at me in the same way. I didn’t want to see him at the time, so I turned my head and looked in the other direction.
After arriving at school, some of my friends came over and said: Forget it. I was really angry at the time, so I yelled at them and said: No, this matter is not over yet.
I didn’t talk or play with him for several days. My friends came to persuade me again and said: "Let’s forget it. It’s over anyway. My friends saw that I was indifferent and left, and I felt sad in my heart." Am I wrong for thinking this way?" I said, "No, it's not my fault, it's his fault. My friends are calling me every day, forget it, forget it, I feel the same way. Think about it, what should I do?”
Hey, I haven’t spoken to him for a few days, and I feel really uncomfortable. My friends keep telling me every day, yes. We are just friends, why should we end up like this? My friends, when they meet me, they keep saying, why? Isn’t it a small thing? As for what happened?
I also asked myself in my mind at that time, forget it, forget it, let’s make peace with him as before. I told my friend: “Call him, I forgive him. My friends were so happy that they ran out with smiles. After a while, they brought him here. When he saw me, he smiled, and I looked at him with a smile." He came over and said to me: "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I said, this is my fault. I should have tolerated him at the beginning." I said: Was it really my fault? I found that feeling again. It was a happy time and I felt really happy. After that, I valued my friends more and more.
A person's life is not only "called" by his relatives, but also "called" by my kind and handsome friends. Essay 2 on the topic of calling
Every time I encounter a tense or dangerous situation, my heart is like a beast that has been shut down. It beats wildly and uncontrollably, and it seems to want to come out of my mouth directly. Jumped out! Although it is not uncommon for my heart to race, it has never been so fast as it was that day, almost suffocating me.
Snow-white icebergs collapsed and fell into the rough ocean; the cracked earth was covered with bones and desolate; devil-like waves rolled over the earth, drowning all life... I shook my head vigorously, He tried to push the horrifying images out of his mind, but to no avail. At this moment, my heart felt like someone had stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, beating wildly and unable to even stop. The culprit that caused me to be so frightened was actually just a short video - a video about a disaster on earth.
I remember that day, I saw a special report on "Global Warming" on TV. I was curious and watched it for a while. At the beginning of the film, it shows the wasteful behavior of modern people: driving wherever they go; only using toilet paper even though they have handkerchiefs; turning on the lights wherever they go. Seeing this, my heart tightened, as if I had been hit hard. Isn’t it me who is the modern man who is killing the life of nature in the film? The camera comes to the victim of technology - Mother Earth.
I saw how people cultivated mountains and forests and exploited the little remaining wealth of nature; I saw how people polluted the sea and slaughtered thousands of undersea creatures; I saw how people emitted waste gas, and finally Breathing in the pollution of your own creation.
Since I was born, my heart has never beat so fast or so fiercely. At this heartbeat moment, I am not beating just for grades, winning or losing, or friends, as before, but for the things that human beings may face. Catastrophic and thrilling. At that time, I felt as if I was really in the movie, smelling human greed in the dirty air, and tasting people's demands for the earth in the dirty drinking water...
In the process of growing up, that time The heart-pounding moment was the most unforgettable for me, and I still have lingering fear. Maybe I took the video too seriously, but I know very well that fear of earth disasters is by no means unfounded. My heart beats to tell me that I should learn to give back to the earth and stop hurting Mother Earth. Calm down, listen carefully to my regular heartbeat, and thank it for always giving me a shock and waking me up when I am stubborn. After this heartbeat, I occasionally heard the weak heartbeat of Mother Earth, calling for help from people. I wonder if other people can hear it too? Essay 3 with the topic of calling
Thanks to history, it presents us with a window of determination, showing the heroic ambition of "Those who are determined, things will come true, even if the cauldron sinks the boat, the Qin Pass will eventually belong to Chu". Now, let us call out gratitude. Thank you for mother's love, thank you for giving us the source of warmth; thank you for history, thank you for giving us the ladder of self-sublimation; thank you for suffering, thank you for giving us the strength to continue to fight! ...
(1) Gratitude for maternal love.
During the Spring and Autumn Period, a minor official named Uncle Yingkao went to see Duke Zhuang of Zheng. Duke Zhuang of Zheng rewarded him with food, but he put the meat aside and was reluctant to eat it. Duke Zhuang was surprised. Uncle Yingkao said, "My old mother has never eaten such a delicious meal. Please allow me to go home and honor my old mother." The public was very moved after hearing it. Mother's love is a ray of sunshine that makes your heart feel as warm as spring even in the cold winter.
Maternal love is a clear spring that keeps your emotions pure and clear even if they are covered with the dust of the years.
Maternal love is a rainbow that makes your life shine with dazzling brilliance even after the storm, as pure as before. It doubles your confidence, allows you to see the road ahead clearly, and move forward bravely. Mother's nagging is the rhythm of life, and mother's scolding is the spice of life. My mother's love is like this. She considers us in every possible way. It will turn into the motivation for my study and make me study harder.
(2) Be grateful for suffering.
Be grateful for the suffering, which enabled Hong Zhanhui to interpret the value of life with the love of an angel and hold up the sun of life tomorrow; be grateful for the suffering, which enabled Xu Benyu to support the collapsed classroom with his immature shoulders. Driving him to run towards the mountains;
Gratitude for suffering, it is it that allows Tai Lihua to show the vitality of life in a silent place, and water the most beautiful flower at the party - the Thousand-Hand Guanyin;
Be grateful for suffering, which allowed Hawking to stretch his life to the limit on his fateful voyage and create a miracle in the history of world science.
(3) Gratitude to history.
Thanks to history, it shows us the way to make friends, showing the temperament and mind of "general harmony";
Thanks to history, it shows us the confusion on the way to study, showing us the The tenacity and determination of "the head hangs from the beam, the cone thorns the buttocks";
Thanks to history, it presents us with the window of determination, showing that "where there is a will, things can come true, even if the cauldron sinks the boat, a hundred and two Qin Pass will eventually belong to Chu" Ambition and ambition. Now, let us call out gratitude. Thank you for mother's love, thank you for giving us the source of warmth; thank you for history, thank you for giving us the ladder of self-sublimation; thank you for suffering, thank you for giving us the strength to continue to fight! Essay 4 with the topic of calling
Today’s parents are becoming more and more attentive to their children. If they are not allowed to do this, it will be hot; if they are not allowed to do that, it will hurt. Parents are like a thick wall that blocks all pain for their children. As everyone knows, without pain and growth, how can gorgeous flowers bloom?
So let us call out the pain. Because pain teaches us to grow.
Call out pain, because pain makes us learn to be strong. When we were young, only when our parents let go of our hands, could we fall to the ground with a "squeak". Only then would we know what "pain" is.
As we grow older, only if our parents protect us less will we be exposed to pain more frequently. In the process of frequent exposure to pain, we will know that crying can no longer solve the problem, and we will discover that there is a kind of resistance. The power of pain is called strength. Without protection, we will know pain, and with pain, we will know how to be strong.
Calling for pain, because pain makes us learn to bear. Along the road of life, we need to share joy and happiness with others. Similarly, we also need to share our sadness and pain with those around us. . But this does not mean that we do not need to bear our own joys, sorrows and joys, and the pain of growing up. Because there are some things that others are not obligated to bear and cannot help you bear. We need to bear it ourselves. Because those are so painful that we always remember that there is a kind of power called responsibility.
Call for pain, because pain allows us to learn to love and remember the story of helping each other. A group of fish in a dry pond endured the great pain caused by lack of water. They moistened each other's bodies with saliva, hoping to use their meager strength to save each other. Whenever this picture comes to my mind, I You will be very moved. We are just like this fish. In a sudden and huge crisis, those seemingly ordinary friendships and family relationships suddenly seem to become so important. So in an instant, we learned to love.
Pain makes us learn to be strong and bear love. Pain teaches us to grow.
Therefore, let us call for the pain that should have been there in the growth process, because only the flower of life that blooms in pain and hardship is the most brilliant! Essay 5 on the topic of calling
As night fell, I was still standing by the lake. I didn’t want to move, and I didn’t dare to move. I think, here, let the fragrance of the lake at night wash away the ugliness in my heart.
The night in the evening was instantly charming, but I had no time to take a look at it. I could only stare blankly into the distance. It gives me a sense of disorientation and reminds me of times gone by.
I remember that on the first day of spring, I began to have a close relationship with Chunyan returning to the south. I liked listening to her voice, watching her fly, and dancing with her. As expected, the autumn wind rustled, and Yan'er wanted to leave Shuo Kingdom, and wanted to leave me. That night, I stayed up all night, looking at the palace in the sky. Yan'er still left, and the feeling of lovesickness wrapped around me. I began to be confused, stupid, and became different.
What makes me happy is that next spring, the swallows will return, but I feel sad again. God deliberately lets people leave. I am about to leave the Northland. It will be another sleepless night. I remember well. Love and the bright moon carry my love away.
At this time, a chirp interrupted my memory.
The sky has completely darkened and I can’t see my fingers. Indeed, at night, the air by the lake is very fragrant, which makes me intoxicated.
The Chunyan I missed just now was still not forgotten in my mind. Taking advantage of the vast darkness of night, I shouted softly across the lake. My voice was heard in the distance, not only the people on the other side heard it.
The night wind blew, and I felt cold. I got up and wandered on the shore. I happened to come to the place where the lotus pond was. The tranquility of the lotus was fascinating. The lotus is charming, and the spirit of He is proud. I remember once studying the article "On Love of the Lotus" written by Zhou Dunyi, "It comes out of the mud but is not stained, and the lotus is clear without being evil." This is exactly a portrait of He. This kind of spirit is what I, the son of China, should learn from, to be fair, honest, and self-sufficient.
As I walked, I felt my legs were numb. I thought I was tired. I closed my eyes for a moment by the lake, and a vast wilderness was printed in my mind. There were two children running in the green wilderness. , lively and cute, and in an instant, it is no longer a child running, but a young boy and girl who has entered the flowering season. At this time, the two are no longer together, one is in the south, the other is in the north. The love complex makes the boy learn to escape. Looking at the sky and the blue sea, the young boy walked alone by the lake, reminiscing about the fun of his childhood.
It was already late at night, and my eyelids were fighting. I thought I would not be able to see a more beautiful night view, so I had to return to my place of stay.
The atmosphere at night is so quiet that it makes people feel calm. There is no worry or sorrow. Deep in the heart is calling: I like to linger under such a night sky and sing to the moon on such a night, but I need to Waiting for the dawn announcement.
Essay 6 on the topic of calling
Times are developing, society is changing, and the once vast ocean has turned into a mulberry field. But today, with the rapid development of technology, I always feel that there is something deep in my soul. It's slowly disappearing, and it's hard to find traces of it anymore
I can't forget, I can't forget, I can't forget playing on the back of cows, catching fish in the river, catching small dragonflies on the green leaves, and catching fish in the flowers when I was a child. Picking dewdrops, looking for little crickets in the grass... However, such a wonderful time has been replaced by social progress. Now, who is still playing on the back of the cow, they all hide in cram schools, carrying something similar to themselves. Big and small schoolbags, traveling between home and school; now, who is still catching little crickets? Everyone has a beautiful little toy in their hands, playing with it left and right, but unfortunately it can’t scream, it can’t fight, and it can’t bring joy. childish voice.
The progress of society has replaced innocence in the old age, replaced those charming games with heavy schoolbags, replaced the mountains and fields with high-rise buildings in the city, but the softness in our hearts is still there. Calling affectionately for those times without sorrow and the beauty deep in the memory, calling them to come back as soon as possible and not to lose their way home because of playfulness.
I miss that small piece of letter paper filled with the fragrance of ink that shows deep concern and deep love. I remember that in those days, I relied on it to send letters to friends across thousands of miles. When this small piece of paper was sent, my heart was full of joy, thinking that it conveyed my thoughts to my friends. Whenever I received this small piece of paper from someone, my heart was excited and I unfolded it with warm words. Let me see my friend carefully carving his thoughts into this small square word by word. However, the development of mobile phones and the sudden rise of the Internet have quickly shattered this warmth into pieces, and the gorgeousness has fallen to the ground. , the fragrance of ink on the paper is gone, and the warm words are gone. Every time I miss them, I only need to move my fingers and press those cold and warm keys, and I can hear the other party's voice, but I can't feel it. It was so surprising that even the voices of my friends had the harsh noise of metal friction
The development of society has shot down the dreams of my youth, and let me give up my warmth. The memory of the three winters that drives away the nine volts is left in the distant past, and it is difficult to find it anymore, but I am still longing for, longing for, one day in a certain month of a certain year, a distant white dove brings the good news of spring. , calling, calling, that sweet past comes back to me again
The development of society has shattered the beauty I once had, but I am just looking, calling, looking for those lost things. Memories, calling them to come back to me quickly. Composition 7 on the topic of calling
The evening wind blew the bamboo forest, and the moonlight lengthened the figure. The bright moonlight slanted down on the table that had been wet with tears. At this time, I took a test paper, but tears had already poured out of my eyes, and I looked out the window silently. Yue'er seemed to see through the thoughts of the people in the room, quietly pulling a cloud in front of me, peering quietly, and also took away my thoughts... I thought of the teacher's hard work in front of the podium wasted, and thought of my mother seeing the results. The disappointed look in his eyes, and the sourness of his father's hatred for the iron that cannot be transformed into steel, made him unable to control himself for a moment, and tears kept flowing down.
I seemed to be standing on a fragmented road. There was no broad single-lane road, only a fork in the road, and no light to point out the direction. I only had my own independent thinking. Where should we go on the road ahead? At this time, the fork in the road leads to success on one side and decadence on the other. Where does my heart belong?
Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, he looked out the window, as if this was the way forward. The cold wind is blowing, which really means: "Pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls." Through the moonlight, I saw the small trees on the cliff side of the back mountain, hazy and clear.
It stood alone on the edge of the cliff, but it didn’t know why it chose to be alone. Is it self-pity or self-admiration? No! This is its own choice. It chooses loneliness and strength. When the storm comes, don't be afraid. It opens its heart to the world, leaving itself to those lonely poets and those aloof painters under countless bright red sunsets, and also leaves its own heart to let the world witness its legend and beauty. My heart began to ache. As my heart twitched, I gradually realized that I wanted to open a window to my heart and listen to its call.
I believe that "boring" minus "door" equals "heart", which is to let the heart go out of the shackles of the door and listen to the voice of the heart.
I also want to be a tree, open my heart to the world, and bury myself in the soil. Half of it will be peaceful in the soil, and the other half will fly in the wind. I want to be a brave tree and choose my own future and my own direction. In the sound of rustling leaves, I begin to look for the light spot of my dream.
The moon fell heavily on my head. In my hallucination, the golden water from the sky poured out and filled the ravine cliff of the back mountain, deep down the previous uneasiness and anxiety. Buried deep there, there will never be a day when I can wake up, so quiet... At this time, I started to look up at the stars, only to find that the stars are not far away,
The dream is not far away. I gradually understood that only by listening to the call of the heart and opening my heart can I gain new gains.
Life is short, how many winds and rains will there be? The call of the heart is the only thing that counts. Listen to the voice of your heart and bravely ride on the road of your dreams! Essay on the topic of calling 8
When everyone was immersed in sweet sleep, a sudden magnitude 7 earthquake eroded the land of my Chinese people - Ya'an, Sichuan. When I heard this My heart was shocked by the news. Suddenly my heart began to care about them and I began to mourn for them: you are gone, I pray for you, new life has come, I cheer for you, Ya'an is calling for life: Save Save these innocent lives!
After the news spread throughout China, the words "When one side is in trouble, support from all sides. Unite as one for earthquake relief." Yes, after this major earthquake, people held meetings all over the country and even the world. In addition to donating money, materials, clothes and water, people from all over the world also donated money to help, using love to create a happy paradise for the people in the disaster area.
This earthquake brought the grief of displacement to the people of Sichuan, and it also reflected the great personality of many people. When the disaster struck, the people of Sichuan did not flinch, and the Chinese people did not flinch. They abandoned their personal Everything, even wrote a suicide note and rushed to the front line of earthquake relief. National leaders spared no effort to rescue the victims and send warmth and hope to the people in the disaster areas. The People's Liberation Army officers and soldiers rushed to the front line of disaster relief as soon as possible, greeted the people in the disaster area, and expressed the Party Central Committee's love and care for them. The PLA officers and soldiers on the earthquake front ate steamed buns and mustard mustard, and traveled between disaster relief tents all the time...
Many people have made great contributions to the earthquake relief. Some of them are volunteers who came from all over the country, some are locals who were not killed, and some came to Sichuan to visit relatives... They may have lost their relatives or their homes, but they do not have time to grieve too much; Turning sadness into strength, he worked day and night for the people in the disaster area. And those cutest officers and soldiers, in order to rescue one more victim, in order to get the victims out of danger a minute earlier, they put their own lives and deaths at risk, raced against time, and fought against the aftershocks. What lovely people, I express my gratitude to them pay tribute.
Sichuan Ya’an, come on! People in Ya'an, Sichuan, please don't be afraid, don't feel lonely. We in the distance will work hard with you, face these difficulties together, and pray for you together. Come on Ya'an! Come on Ya'an! Essay on the topic of calling 9
Green is the tranquility and peace of the beautiful forest; it is the gurgling stream flowing into the deep forest valley, tranquility and distance; it is the majestic mountains, showing a grand picture; the elves in the mountains show life Dance. Gurgling creek, flowing green melody. I am a river flowing quietly in the valley. I am the blood of the mountains running through the grains. I am the lifeblood for all kinds of animals to survive...
Gurgling creek, Flowing Green Melody
I am a river flowing quietly in the valley. I am the blood of the mountains running through the five valleys. I am the lifeblood that all kinds of animals rely on to survive. Now I am the one that all kinds of animals avoid. The god of plague, I became unrecognizable, and there was no trace of fish at the bottom of the river. There is garbage everywhere. Human beings' deforestation has led to soil erosion. They camped here. The garbage littered polluted my home. I silently shed two lines of muddy tears.
The towering mountains show a grand picture
I am a mountain, a mountain connected with white clouds, adjacent to the sea, and close to human beings. I breathe the freshest In the air, I listen to the most pleasant sound of the tide, and I enjoy the most beautiful embrace. But that was only in the past, it has become the past.
Now, I am breathing the dirty air with a strong pungent smell. The vigorous trees have been cut down, the delicate flowers have been trampled, and the bunches of grass that were once flourishing have turned yellow and fallen. ,die. Every time they groaned, I felt endless pain. I exposed the barren land and gave back to mankind. I thought I could gain happiness again.
The elf in the mountain shows the dance of life
I am an elk living in the forest. I like to play with my friends in the forest. But the good times did not last long. The environment in the forest declined sharply. The leaves of the trees withered, withered, and then fell to the ground. My companions died one by one due to poor air quality, and my home was gone.
Mother Earth has three precious garments: trees are the green garment of Mother Earth. Without them, Mother Earth will no longer be beautiful; clear water is the blue garment of Mother Earth. Without them, Mother Earth will lose its vitality. ; The grassland and the Aries together become Mother Earth’s flower clothing. Without it, Mother Earth will stop breathing... Without green vegetation, how can humans survive?
Let us join hands to retain this remaining scenery and build our beautiful home! We will always have a green world! Composition 10 on the topic of calling
"Nature has no language or writing, but she creates countless languages ??and hearts to feel and speak." Goethe's words show that nature breeds life. , created human beings. In order to survive, we must protect the vital ecological environment.
Human beings are calling for ecological construction, but today, with the rapid economic and social changes, the ecological environment is sometimes polluted, causing the beauty of the ecology to decline, making us feel that nature is groaning. Looking around, isn't there eutrophication of sea water? This has led to fish being endangered; isn’t there an “ozone layer” hole in Antarctica? As a result, cases of skin cancer are increasing; carbon dioxide continues to increase, causing temperatures to rise, creating a "greenhouse effect"; people in coastal areas are worried about melting glaciers and destroying their homes. Living humans, do you feel that your survival is facing severe challenges?
It is true that human beings are still the pride of nature after all. The emergence of the digital age, the application of high technology, and the implementation of ecological construction projects have created a broad space for human survival. Internationally, governments of various countries have worked together to formulate a series of laws to prevent and reduce ecological pollution. Our country has included environmental protection as a basic national policy. Didn’t the national and provincial governments carry out comprehensive management of Chaohu Lake and the Huaihe River Basin the year before last!
Under the protection and transformation of humans, the ecological environment seems to be changing with each passing day. Large areas of deserts are becoming green, patches of barren mountains have turned into forests, and dirty rivers have become clear. There are two places in our hometown. One is located in the polder area. Originally there were only ten horizontal and ten vertical water networks. After recent years of construction, it has become one of the ten scenic spots in Wuhu famous throughout the province - "Taoxin Water Charm". The other is located in a hilly mountainous area. Ten years ago, it was just a barren mountain. After several years of afforestation, an ecological park was built here. In midsummer, the sun is scorching outside, but the park is as cool as autumn. In winter, the surrounding weather is freezing cold, but the spring here is full, making it a good place for people to travel and relax. All of these create the best living environment for human beings. This can really be called nature under ecological construction, giving people a magical feeling of ecstasy.
Bathed in the ecological sunshine, we can feel the passion and desire of life. Let us work together to leave a lovely paradise for our descendants!