White-haired fourth-grade composition 1 Autumn is crisp, blue sky and white clouds, birds chirp and sing, and autumn wind fiddles with her dance in the air like a graceful girl. Early in the morning, I also got up early, cheerful and skipping to prepare for breakfast.
"The leaves fell into the sky, and the swallows saw them and put them in their mouths. Oh, oh, oh ... "I hummed a ditty and ate my breakfast casually. I only see that my grandmother has been busy, tidying up the dishes and preparing lunch for me. She is busy all day for her little granddaughter, me!
"Macau, Cai Jia, two more eggs!" Grandma said, and brought me two more eggs like magic. Suddenly, I found some white hair on my grandmother's temples. Under the sunlight, the white light is silvery, flickering, but I feel particularly dazzling. I was slightly shocked, time flies, time flies, flowers bloom and flowers fall, fireworks end ... I am growing up, but my favorite grandmother is getting old. At this time, I carefully studied grandma's rough and dull face. Looking at the wrinkles carved by years on her face, I really want to smooth them with my hands; Looking at her hair dyed white by years, I really want to dye it black with Ma Liang's magic pen, which will never fade ... I can't help but burst into tears, and tears rolled down my cheeks like a broken pearl and soaked my clothes.
"Grandma, sit down and I'll pull out your white hair!" I choked up. Grandma has a shiny black hair, but the white hair at the temples has begun to spread out, which is particularly eye-catching. This is the trace left by years to grandma. I gently parted a lock of black hair. "I see where you've been hiding!" "As I spoke, I carefully held a gray hair with my thumb and forefinger like a thief and pulled it hard." Ouch! "Grandma couldn't help crying in pain." Sorry, grandma. I'll be gentler. Please forgive me. "I love dearly. I pulled out all the white hair in grandma's temple with incomparable gentleness and care. This is the first time I have pulled out my white hair, but it makes me feel extremely heavy. Although my white hair grows on my grandmother's temple, it is like a thorn in my heart.
Looking at the silvery white hair, "I am worried about what your father left here, and I am worried about what you left there." Grandma said in a low voice. I am filled with emotion. This gray hair symbolizes that my great-grandmother has done too much for us and our family. I secretly swear that I must be a sensible child in the future, so that grandma can eat less snacks and grow less white hair!
I still remember the year of 17, and I was about to face the senior high school entrance examination. Study hard, don't always read novels, pinch pennies and spend some money. Oh, these words again. I was blindfolded. Stop the ink. I know how old I am.
Mom seems very sad, and now there is no ink on these things. After the results of the senior high school entrance examination come out, my grades can only go to an ordinary high school, but I can't get into any good university. My parents sent me to the health school because I didn't want me to be in the countryside. I am far from my hometown and can only go home four times a year. The longest holiday is only a few days, and you may go abroad for employment after graduation. At school, my father said to me, study hard, big girl. This is your last chance to learn in your life. I said hello, you are still a farmer, and the money you earn is not enough for your family. I like learning how to study. I didn't ask you to pay for my study. Now that I think about it, there were really too many words at that time, and my father began to work hard to earn money from then on. My family asked my dad, your family has earned enough money now, so why are you still working so hard? There are only two girls in your family, and they will get married when they grow up. Father said, I want to dress my girl well and pave the way for her future. After listening to what my family told me, my tears came down. I learned a lot at school, because private schools are expensive and there are various levels of exams. Some of my classmates have no money at home, and the school has applied for a late fee. I thought of myself, and my parents worked so hard to have a good future for me.
The May Day holiday was postponed until mid-May, because Americans came to school to exchange ideas. It was just the time to grow rice at home. I learned a lot because I grew up. I volunteered to tell my mother that I would go to the fields to help. My mother said that you only have a few days off, so just stay at home. I woke up in the morning and found my parents buried. I got up to make breakfast and sent it to the ground. I decided to work. My task is to put the rice seedlings in the car, ten meters away, and take 12 kg of rice seedlings back and forth, about 300 times a day. This seems to be a simple job. At the end of the day, my arm was swollen and my hand was cracked. I worked in a greenhouse on a very hot day. When I got home, my clothes were all muddy. It's only been one day, and my parents have worked hard for me for more than twenty years. They live a frugal life. I can't stand the rain and the sun at school. The eight-day holiday passed quickly and I went to school. This time, my parents sent me to school. When I came home, I saw their backs and found that their parents' hair was much whiter.
Mom and Dad, you are old and have done a lot for your daughter. I will study hard. When my sister and I graduate, we will honor you and won't let you suffer any more.
Mom and dad, you have worked hard. My daughter loves you.
On Sunday afternoon, my father had a holiday in the office, so he moved a stool and washed his hair in the warm sunshine.
After washing my hair, my father asked me to get him a comb, a mirror and shaving tools, and began to shave seriously.
"Oh, it's amazing!" While reading a book, I was suddenly startled by my father's scream: "What's wrong with you? Have you shaved? " I asked quickly.
"No, no, son, come and see, your father, I have gray hair?" Dad exclaimed.
I walked over and hugged my father's head and looked carefully: I saw a few dazzling white hairs standing straight in the thick black hair, which was particularly dazzling in the black hair.
I said, "Dad, when did you start to grow white hair? I remember you didn't have white hair before! " Dad caressed his hair and said with emotion, "Alas, Dad is old!" " It's starting to grow white hair! Alas, not old.
I can't! I'm really old, I can't! "
I can't help feeling a little sad. In my heart, my father has always been a great man, and people around me are full of praise for him. He is generous, generous and considerate of others everywhere. Relatives and friends can get his help whenever they are in trouble. He enjoys high prestige among their brothers. Dad is very capable. Every summer, under the leadership of my father, I will go to catch crabs in Xiaohegou, pick mushrooms in the mountains and dig sweet potatoes on the slopes ... More often, I will practice table tennis, basketball and badminton under my father's training. I remember that at that time, I was not as tall as a desk, and my father asked me to step on a small chessboard table and practice table tennis with him. Influenced by my father, I am now an excellent athlete in my school. I have worshipped him since I was a child. He is my idol. No one can take his place in my mind. I am eager to grow up quickly and become a person like my father.
In my mind, my father has always been so heroic. But now, my father is white-haired, and he is actually old. I can't help crying. I grew up happily, but my father grew old under the invasion of years.
It is not too late to find out. From the moment I understood, I secretly said in my heart: besides being worthy of myself, I must be worthy of my father! He made me proud. Similarly, I want him to be proud of me!
Lecturer: xx
Students, do you still remember our mother when we were three or four years old? Remember the laughter of mom and dad growing up? Now that we are thirteen years old, we have gradually matured. Have you ever thought that our parents are getting old every day? Although I didn't notice them creeping up the white hair on my head, I finally understood the real reason why they dyed their hair. The traces of years on their faces are their new makeup.
As far as I can remember, I was beaten only once, and that was the first time I contradicted my father. Dad's "heartless foot" kicked me from the initial recklessness to reality. From then on, I understood that love has a bottom line.
Dad is the pillar of our family. He comes and goes in the rain and never gets tired. Every time I go home, I will smile bravely at me. I know, this guy, he's under too much pressure.
One afternoon, the sky was yellow This is also my first Sunday after that terrible exam. Before that, my parents didn't say anything. I thought it was just a small storm that would calm down. But when I was immersed in the pleasure of playing video games, my father's angry voice reached my ears, and I knew I was in trouble. Because dad never calls my name in front of me. I closed the game and went downstairs silently.
Dad is drunk. He sat on the sofa with his arms on his knees and his cheeks in his hands. I sat opposite him, waiting for my father's political class. For a long time, my father, like a sleeping father, looked up and asked me if I was tired of learning. The words were calm, without a ripple. I carefully answered that he didn't. There was another silence. Dad suddenly became very strict and said, "If you don't want to study, go to the construction site to help!" " "I can see that dad is serious this time. I was at a loss and said nothing. My father and I fell silent again. About the end of the meal, it was getting dark. He lowered his head, and the residual light reflected on his strong back, but I couldn't see his face clearly. " Dad is very uncomfortable, "with a slight sob, dad said his feelings." Say that finish, dad will not rub his face with his hands, and then pick up the bottle of beer on the table and drink it. ...
I feel terrible, too. It seems that something is stuck in my throat. At this time, my father suddenly looked up and said with a smile, son, my father has lost his manners. Dad thinks it's just a temporary failure. I believe you are an indomitable boy. Dad is waiting for your good grades. Come on, son! He stood up, rubbed my head and went into the bedroom. Two lines of clear tears flowed down my cheeks, and I made up my mind silently.
The next day, my father walked into the morning light without saying goodbye to me. Through the glass, I saw a dazzling silver hair shining …
I saw a silver knife buried in my mother's hair. Gently, I picked it up.
"What are you doing! Didn't I ask you to help me find dandruff? " "Mom, I see you have white hair. I'll pull it out for you. " "White hair? Come, pull it out! " My mother hesitated for a moment, and then asked me for help loudly and hurriedly. I found the target, pulled it hard and my hair slipped into my hand. Look at its bent body, just like an old woman.
"Pull it out? Give it to me! " I was startled by my mother's sudden voice, but I still reached out and grabbed my hair. "What white hair!" Mother shouted in a voice almost screaming, "am I really old?" I have white hair. I am getting old. "Mother's sadness with a little KuQiang. At this time, my mother in my eyes is as helpless and sad as a child. She was usually very strong and fierce, and suddenly she disappeared.
In the evening, dad came back. I heard someone complaining in the room. "I have white hair. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? I have white hair ... "My mother repeated over and over again, and her little voice was full of tears. My mother's voice tore my heart like a pair of terrible claws. Mom is old, which is a reality that I can't help but accept. Why is God so cruel? I just grew up, but my mother is already gray-haired. Why ... I still need mom's care! I can't be independent yet! It's this damn white hair that makes mom so sad. It's all it!
From then on, I gradually felt the change of my mother. She said more and more frequently that her wrinkles have increased, she has more spots, and she is old. She pays more and more attention to my ability to live independently. She always tells me to be brave, polite and brave. She always tells me to buy food, wash clothes, tidy my room and cook by myself. She always teaches me how to bargain and how to cook delicious meals. It seems that she can't wait to teach me all her long-accumulated life experience in one breath, as if she can't wait for me to learn all her skills at once.
Once again, I helped my mother find dandruff, and I found a few white hairs shining with cold light. I hid them secretly for fear of breaking my mother's heart again. For an instant, I seemed to see a drop of glittering and translucent sweat falling from the beginning.