In daily study, work, and life, everyone often sees letters. Letters are one of the tools for people to exchange ideas, express opinions, transmit information, and communicate with each other in daily life. Still at a loss for letters? The following are the compositions I collected for you to send letters for your reference only. I hope it can help you. Composition on Sending Letters 1

Last Thursday, I saw a pen pal column in the newspaper. It contains the addresses of children in various provinces and is provided for students who love to make friends.

Although I usually don’t like to talk much, it is also a happy thing to have friends.

So I went straight to the stationery store after school that afternoon and picked out a pack of envelopes and a book of stationery. When I got home, I couldn't even play the erhu, which I usually couldn't put down. I put down my schoolbag, immediately walked into the study, took out a pen, selected letter paper and an envelope and started writing. However, as I wrote this piece, I couldn't control it and couldn't write. I scribbled on the letter paper a few times, but I still couldn't write. Out, I got angry and scratched it hard, only to hear the sound of "this" and the letter was torn. At this time, there seemed to be two villains quarreling in my heart. Villain No. 1 said:

"If it breaks, just break it! Anyway, you don't know them, so don't care! Keep writing." Villain No. 2 said: "Don't listen to him. Please change the paper and write again. You should be more polite when sending a letter to someone. Look! It's so bad for you. You can't go wrong by listening to me." I wanted to go and listen to what No. 2 said, but I felt that what No. 1 said was correct. No matter which statement I chose, the other party would think it was a wrong choice, which put me in a dilemma. In the end, I chose statement No. 2. I worked hard and tore off the piece of paper, and the injured piece of paper easily went to the west.

I received a reply two days after I mailed the letter. When I opened the envelope, it was also sent on a brand new piece of letter paper. I thought: That day, thanks to listening to the words of Villain No. 2, Otherwise, people may not be willing to reply!

Villain No. 2, you have built a bridge of friendship for us! I thank you. Composition 2 of sending a letter

I woke up from my dream and suddenly saw a letter stuck in my schoolbag. I saw the three characters Zheng Borui written on it. I slapped my head hard, I didn’t want to go there today. Sending a letter? How could I forget.

"Mom! Just go and send the letter today." "Oh, okay." I said quickly, and my mother quickly agreed. I jumped up and down the road: "Mom, I also need to buy a stamp to put on the envelope. It only costs a few cents!" "Yeah" Mom nodded, and her hair flew up and danced. I saw a post office from a distance, and there was a mailbox at the door. It was green, emerald green, the same emerald green color as the tree. A security guard happened to pass by the door. We stepped up the steps: "Do you sell stamps here?" Mom stepped forward and said, "How much do they cost?" A series of questions popped up, but the "cold" aunt only responded: "Please come over there." Let’s go buy stamps!” I had no choice but to go to the direction pointed by my aunt: “Do you have any stamps for sale here?” “Let me see your letter,” the aunt said with a smile. It only costs 8 cents." Mom hurriedly took the money and paid it. We stood there stupidly in a daze for a few minutes, and the aunt said again: "You can go." After that, we held up our umbrellas and walked slowly home.

The mist and rain blocked my sight, but I could still see the mailbox and the post office. I wonder when Zheng Borui will receive my letter. Will he be surprised? Will you laugh at my poor writing skills? (He) Will she be friends with me? ...A series of questions bounced around in my mind. Did Zheng Borui think the same way? Could it be...

At night, I dreamed again, dreaming that (him) she was reading my letter and still laughing secretly. It started to rain again outside the window. The door of the post office must be closed. Composition 3 on sending a letter

Teacher Wang left us a special assignment - sending a letter! Hearing such a novel assignment, the classroom suddenly became lively.

At night, Sister Moon slid quietly across the treetops. I sat quietly at the desk and began to write a letter to my aunt far away in Guilin seriously.

The next day, when Father-in-law Sun sprinkled bunches of golden light on the delicate petals, I quickly got up, washed up, and urged my mother to go to the post office to send a letter.

On the way to the post office, I pressed my hand tightly against my pocket, fearing that my letter would grow wings and fly away accidentally.

Finally arrived at the post office. With my mother’s encouragement, I opened the door and walked into the hall. Looking around, I found that the left side of the hall was the writing office, the right side was the library, and the service desk opposite the door. There was an aunt in uniform sitting there, so I walked to her counter. "Hello, kid, what business do you want to do?" "I want to send a letter!" "Okay, I'll give you the envelope. Remember to fill in the recipient's address and the sender's address carefully, so that we can send you a letter faster. Send your letter to." I took the envelope to the writing desk, filled in the address one stroke at a time, applied glue to the envelope bit by bit, put the letter into the envelope, and sealed the envelope. I handed this letter full of thoughts and blessings to my aunt. At this moment, I seemed to see this letter with small wings flying to my aunt's home in Guilin.

I successfully completed this special assignment and I am very happy. Composition 4 of sending a letter

I have experienced many firsts: the first time to receive a reading, the first time to win a prize, the first time to cook... The one that makes me feel the most is: the first time to my mother Sending a letter, sending a letter for the first time.

Today, the teacher gave us stationery and a scratch pad to copy a letter to our mother. As soon as I got the paper, I couldn't wait to open the draft and started writing seriously. As I wrote, I thought: This is the first time I have sent a letter to my mother. I have to write carefully and make sure I don't make mistakes! However, this deal seems to be against me. No, I accidentally wrote "do" instead of "side". What should I do? I thought anxiously. At this time, my deskmate handed me a transparent tape, and I corrected the typo. After a while, I finally finished transcribing the letter. I handed the letter to the teacher anxiously. The teacher read my letter, smiled and nodded, and my heart dropped a little. Next, it’s time to open the envelope. I took out a brand new envelope, lightly drew two straight lines on it, took out the address my mother gave me, and wrote it on the envelope one stroke at a time. Now, everything is ready and all we need is the east wind - the stamp. I carefully tore off a stamp, put on the glue, made left and right gestures, and finally put the stamp on with confidence. I glued the envelope and took a look at it in the sun, fearing that the baby would slip away at this time. I put the letter on the corner of the table and read the book. After a while, the teacher called me, and I thought excitedly: It is my turn to be the first batch, and my mother must be the first to receive my letter.

We walked out of the school gate and walked about thirty meters south, and we saw a mailbox, like a "postman" wearing a yellow hat smiling at us! It was my turn. I stuffed the letter into the delivery slot, and my heart dropped by more than half. I thought: Mom, Mom, I’m just waiting for your reply! Composition on Sending Letters 5

On Saturday morning, my mother and I went to the post office to send letters. There was a smile on my face because this was my first time to send letters.

When my mother saw that I was so happy, she said to me: "I will tell you the process of sending a letter, and then you can send the letter yourself, okay?" "Okay"! I said happily. "The process of sending a letter is: first buy stamps, and then..." "I know! I know!" I said impatiently before my mother could finish the last few words.

After saying that, I ran to the salesperson’s aunt and asked the salesperson’s aunt how much the postage cost to send two letters. The aunt said: "2 yuan and 40 cents." Before I finished speaking, I immediately ran to my mother, asked for the money, and then paid the salesperson aunt with the money in hand. My aunt gave me the stamps. I took the stamps and the letter and walked to the paste area. As my mother said, I put the stamps in my hands and applied the paste carefully. Inadvertently, I smeared the paste on my hands. Fortunately, it wasn't too much, but the sticky paste stuck my hands together, and it took a lot of effort to separate them. After the stamps were glued, I started to glue the lip of the envelope. I thought: gluing the lip of the envelope should be much better than sticking the stamps. Sure enough, it's much better than sticking a stamp. So, I quickly taped the envelope and put it in the mailbox.

The moment the letter was put into the mailbox, I really hoped that the two classmates far away could receive the letter I sent them as soon as possible. I also hoped to receive their reply as soon as possible. I also hope that our friendship Last forever. Composition 6 of sending a letter

I have had many firsts, such as: the first exam; the first writing composition; the first tooth extraction... However, the first time I sent a letter was Something I'll never forget.

One day, I found a message in "Children of the World": There will be prizes for writing letters to "pp.k". My eyes widened and I immediately decided to write a letter to the editorial department. I first took out an envelope, filled in the zip code, then the address, then the recipient, and finally the sender. After filling out the envelope, I started writing the letter. After a while, after finishing writing, my mother walked into the bedroom, smiled slightly, and said: "Show me what you wrote." I held the letter tightly and said coquettishly: "No, this is someone else's personal Private, no reading allowed." Then, he asked his mother for money and went to the post office to mail the letter.

At the post office, after I bought the stamps, I pasted the stamps on the upper right corner of the envelope with paste, then put the letter in the big box and left.

After I got home, I suddenly thought that there was a postal code in the lower right corner. I forgot to fill it in. I asked my mother: "Do I need to fill in the postal code in the lower right corner?" "Of course I do!" Mom decisively said to answer. "Then I forgot to fill it in..." I was panicking, and my mother touched my head and said, "Well, I asked you to show it to me, but you didn't give it to me. Now, I can't get it back!" I was dumbfounded. I regret not showing it to my mother, I regret having that idea, I regret reading that message... Oh, it would be nice if SinB came back.

All the first times opened the way for me. Everything is difficult at the beginning, but the second time, the third time... will be better than the first time.