Perhaps, God discovered my greed and let me enter this full-time high school, and finally I can get rid of my mother's nagging.
Tall teaching building, 636f707932313335336313431303231363533133333616234 worry-free canteen, However, when everything is familiar, an unbearable loneliness and emptiness occupy my heart. Heavy study makes me feel depressed and dull, and my weak body makes me feel groggy all day. I feel very uncomfortable and want to go home once, but the lofty aspirations of the past made me endure.
Autumn seems to come early, and I feel a chill as soon as I enter autumn. The cold wind of rustling blows aimlessly, making the window sing with the gap.
I sat in my seat reading a magazine and saw an article about maternal love, which reminded me of my mother. .
I used to study late at night. At this time, my mother will serve my favorite mung bean soup, look at me kindly and finish the soup bite by bite. Then make my bed and advise me to go to bed early; Sometimes I get angry outside and lose my temper in front of my mother. My mother never cares, but comforts me and makes me feel better. Before. .
Only then can I realize the beauty of nagging. Those annoying words in the past are so warm in retrospect.
"Bell-"* * interrupted my thoughts after class. I quickly came to the telephone booth and dialed my home phone number. Mother's kind voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Hello, who are you looking for?"
"Mom, it's me." I whispered.
"* *, how are you at school? Be careful whether you are in good health or not. It's cold now, pay attention to adding clothes. Are you used to eating? . . "
"Well, everything is fine. . "I cried as I spoke.
Once, I thought I was a person who would not be emotional or shed tears. However, in front of my mother, I shed tears openly.
On weekends, sitting on the bus home, I feel particularly cheerful. I realized that no matter how far I fly, I will never leave my mother's sight like a kite.
Mother is a thread tied to my heart. The longer and farther you pull, the more painful your heart will be.
2. A 600-word composition touched my mother all her life. I have a special teacher. She doesn't use textbooks or chalk to write, but she has taught me many things, such as filial piety, keeping promises and being strong ... (The beginning is concise, and I always get the full text. ) I don't learn English by rote. What she taught me was practice again and again, case after case. I learned, too. When my grandmother was still alive, my mother often bought a lot of things and took me to visit her. Whenever my grandmother sees her, she will run up with trembling feet, her eyes narrowing with excitement, and her smile will bloom on her wrinkled face, which is so sweet and comforting. I observed and remembered every move my mother made to serve her. I'm determined to do my best. Oh, I see. So whenever I go to grandma's house, I will draw one or two childish pictures for grandma, so grandma won't be lonely. Grandma always said to me, "This child is so filial!" "Later, my grandmother died unfortunately, and my mother often cried. So I remembered filial piety. Keeping promises is my mother's greatest highlight. Once, I saw a good composition book, but I couldn't buy it without money. Later, my mother said that she would definitely buy it for me on Sunday. As a result, the weather was bad and it rained cats and dogs on Sunday. I thought my mother would never buy it for me. I see. My mother is afraid that I will "love books like life" in a hurry. That's why I bought it in the rain. I asked my mother happily and angrily, "Books can't fly with wings. Why don't you wait until the rain stops? "Mom said," Of course books can't fly, but credit can. The most important thing for a person to live a lifetime is to keep his word. If you break your word, who will believe you in the future? " This sentence gave me a new understanding of my mother. My mother is really a good teacher. (Ordinary event, but a strong sense of life, very infectious) Toughness is my mother's most prominent feature. After junior high school, my mother began to tell me her story. She was bitter when she was a child, her family was poor, and her grandparents were in poor health. Every day when she comes home from school, she does housework first, and then does her homework. When I was a child, my father worked in the city and my mother worked in the country. I plowed, sowed and harvested all by myself. Not to mention the hot summer, even the cool cocoa autumn, my mother's towel can be twisted into the water. Looking back now, I can't believe that my mother can survive such a difficult day. I want to learn from my mother's strength and dare to face any difficulties. Of course, my mother taught me a lot-this article has a clear structure and the general idea of the total score is clear at a glance. Echo from beginning to end, highlighting the main idea of the article. A few small things in my life reflect my mother's ordinary and greatness, and really write that my mother has always been my first teacher and set an example. Very fresh and realistic.
I have a special teacher. She didn't use textbooks or chalk to write, but she taught me many things, such as filial piety, keeping promises and being strong ... (The beginning is concise, and I always get the full text. ) I don't learn English by rote. Everything she teaches me comes one by one in practice.
When grandma was still alive, my mother often bought big bags and took me to visit her. Whenever grandma sees her mother, she will run up with trembling feet, squint excitedly, and smile on her wrinkled face, which is so sweet and comforting.
I have seen and remembered my mother's every move of serving my grandmother. I made up my mind that I should also be filial.
Occasionally, I found that my grandmother likes reading very much and reads very fast. It is not enough to describe it as "fast reading". Grandma guessed my mind and said, "silly child, I'm looking at the picture!" " "Oh, I see.
So whenever I go to grandma's house, I will draw one or two childish pictures for grandma, so grandma won't be lonely. Grandma always said to me, "This child is so filial!" "Later, my grandmother died unfortunately, and my mother often cried. So I remembered filial piety.
Keeping promises is my mother's biggest highlight. Once, I saw an excellent composition book, but I couldn't buy it without money.
Later, my mother said that she would definitely buy it for me on Sunday. As a result, the weather was bad and it rained cats and dogs on Sunday. God has been crying, and I thought my mother would definitely not buy it for me. But mom came back with my favorite book in her hand.
Ah! I see, my mother is afraid of "loving books like life", so I can't wait. So I bought it in the rain. I asked my mother happily and angrily, "books can't fly with wings, can they?" Why not wait until the rain stops? " Mom said, "Of course, books can't fly, but credit can.
The most important thing in a person's life is to keep his promise. If you break your word, who will believe you in the future? This sentence gave me a new understanding of my mother. She is really a good teacher. (Ordinary event, but a strong sense of life, very infectious) Toughness is my mother's most prominent feature.
After junior high school, my mother began to tell me her story. When I was a child, my family was poor and my grandparents were in poor health. Every day when she comes home from school, she does housework first, and then does her homework. When I was young, my father worked in the city and my mother worked in the country. I rely on my mother for farming, sowing and harvesting. Not to mention the hot summer, it's cool breeze and cocoa autumn, and my mother can twist a towel to wipe her sweat.
Looking back now, I can't believe that my mother can survive such a hard day. I want to learn from my mother's strength and dare to face any difficulties.
Of course, my mother taught me a lot-tolerance, patience, self-confidence, consideration ... mother teacher! The structure of this article is clear, and the general idea of the total score is clear at a glance. Echo from beginning to end, highlighting the main idea of the article.
A few small things in my life reflect my mother's ordinary and greatness, and really write that my mother has always been my first teacher and set an example. It's fresh and real.
4. Find a 600-word composition describing the characters, and one side criticizes the woman whose mother does not belong to the kind of wife and mother. On the contrary, she is very strict, and she is more strict with my study. Like all mothers in the world, mothers also have a tolerant heart.
It was a dry autumn, and the tender branches and leaves of young trees trembled in the bleak autumn wind. I did badly in the math exam, so I went home and swallowed my bitter tears by the window alone. I shudder at the thought of my mother's harsh words.
At home, a sumptuous meal, a bright smiling face, everything remains the same, the only thing that has changed is that I used to look embarrassed, and today I am covered with a cloud. "What's the matter, why do you keep a straight face?" Mother asked with concern. * * * crisply, Xu Shu became Cao Cao, without saying a word. "Did you fail the exam?" It seems that mom has guessed a thing or two. I am still silent.
"How many points?"
"failed." I tried to pretend that nothing had happened.
"failed?" Mother's face suddenly changed.
"Yes, I failed. Why? " Tears of disappointment flowed to his lips again. "It's always like this. If you fail in the exam, you will scold me. Besides, if you let me study, I'll let * * * what ... "I slammed the door and left my mother sitting at the dinner table with a face of amazement.
The hour hand pointed to eleven o'clock, but I was still fighting bloody battles at my desk. Suddenly, the door was pushed open and my mother came in with a cup of green tea.
"Have a cup of tea to refresh yourself!" Mother said that and went out, gently closing the door, leaving only mine and the steaming cup of tea. Tea is very clear and pure, and the faint fragrance dilutes my sadness and makes my mind clear. Mom, forgive your daughter's ignorance!
[Comment]: There are two successes in this article: ① The environment sets off the mood of the characters. Delicate branches and leaves tremble in the autumn wind, just like my fear and anxiety after failing the exam. ② Contrast promotes plot development. Contrast is often used in composition, such as mother's "bright smiling face" and "mine" covered with dark clouds, "sudden face change" and tea delivery behind, and "I" slamming the door to beg mother's forgiveness. These contrasts not only promote the development of the plot, but also highlight the personality of the characters. Of course, there are also many places worthy of revision and improvement. For example, the psychological description of "I" can be more delicate and rich, so the length of the composition is enough.
I will never forget the 600-word composition approved by Japan and Canada. I think everyone must have had many interesting things in his childhood.
The fun of childhood is like the stars in the sky, countless. The most interesting thing happened when I was seven years old.
It happened to be summer that year. The sun is scorching, and the sun is like fire.
The cicada that used to sing in summer suddenly became weak and gave a hoarse cry. The fish in the pond have disappeared, so it is estimated that they are going to enjoy their pure natural "underwater air conditioning".
Even the tall and straight pine trees can't stand the heat, and the leaves fall off at once. But the mosquito was secretly happy and bit several bags of my cousin and me.
"ah! It tickles me to death! This damn mosquito! " I scratched one big bag after another on my leg and shed tears. "Cousin, are you okay? I have been bitten several times! " My cousin looked at me sympathetically.
I looked at my cousin's bag and myself, and I was really helpless. I can't help it Who told us to recruit mosquitoes like this?
"We must teach these mosquitoes a lesson!" My cousin said to me, "Cousin, there are the most ways to count you at ordinary times. Think of a way! " I said, "No way!" Said, and the two of us secretly sighed. At this moment, I saw my grandfather holding his treasured Maotai and savoring it.
I suddenly thought of an idea: we can stun mosquitoes, so we can punish them! I told my cousin the idea at once, and she agreed. I hurried to find my grandfather and chat with him.
Cousin took the opportunity to pour the wine into the cup prepared in advance and then left in a hurry. I looked at my cousin's two "trophies" and hesitated for a long time. After tasting it, I couldn't help shouting, "Oh, it's so astringent!" " I looked at it and suddenly I didn't dare to drink it.
"After the storm, go and see the rainbow! Brother is fine, I'll drink first! " After that, my cousin introduced a full cup of Maotai into her stomach. I looked at the big bag on my leg and made up my mind, holding my nose in my left hand and filling my mouth with wine in my right hand. "Goo ~ Goo ~" I finished a glass of wine like this.
"Ha ha, so mosquitoes will definitely get drunk!" My cousin said excitedly, "Let's go to a place where there are many mosquitoes!" Punish these mosquitoes! I said. So we went to the balcony, opened the window and waited for mosquitoes to come in.
Maybe I drank too much wine. Unconsciously, I fell asleep. When I woke up, my head was blurred. I got up from my chair and looked at my sleepy cousin.
Looking out of the window, I couldn't help but get a fright: "Ah! It's evening! " I called my cousin. I looked at the two cups on the table and suddenly realized.
"Hey, cousin, mosquitoes must be drunk by us! Oh yeah! " I cried happily. My cousin suddenly became active. We searched for a long time but didn't see a mosquito drunk on the ground.
Except the mosquito that was killed last time. I looked at the wall again, yeah! Many mosquitoes are lying on the wall! I hurried back to the bedroom and closed the door.
Looking at the body, there are several times more bags than before. Grandpa just came in, saw us, scolded us and said we couldn't steal any more! This is not right! I thought to myself: this is simply a flood after a storm! My cousin and I looked at each other and smiled helplessly.
Interesting stories of childhood, like stars, twinkle in the vast sky where we live. When we recall the past, we will have unlimited interest. They made our childhood colorful, and I will never forget them.
I will never forget the 600-word composition approved by Japan and Canada. I think everyone must have had many interesting things in his childhood. The fun of childhood is like the stars in the sky, countless. The most interesting thing happened when I was seven years old.
It happened to be summer that year. The sun is scorching, and the sun is like fire. The cicada that used to sing in summer suddenly became weak and gave a hoarse cry. The fish in the pond have disappeared, so it is estimated that they are going to enjoy their pure natural "underwater air conditioning". Even the tall and straight pine trees can't stand the heat, and the leaves fall off at once. But the mosquito was secretly happy and bit several bags of my cousin and me. "ah! It tickles me to death! This damn mosquito! " I scratched one big bag after another on my leg and shed tears. "Cousin, are you okay? I have been bitten several times! " My cousin looked at me sympathetically. I looked at my cousin's bag and myself, and I was really helpless. I can't help it Who told us to recruit mosquitoes like this? "We must teach these mosquitoes a lesson!" My cousin said to me, "Cousin, there are the most ways to count you at ordinary times. Think of a way! " I said, "No way!" Said, and the two of us secretly sighed.
At this moment, I saw my grandfather holding his treasured Maotai and savoring it. I suddenly thought of an idea: we can stun mosquitoes, so we can punish them! I told my cousin the idea at once, and she agreed. I hurried to find my grandfather and chat with him. Cousin took the opportunity to pour the wine into the cup prepared in advance and then left in a hurry. I looked at my cousin's two "trophies" and hesitated for a long time. After tasting it, I couldn't help shouting, "Oh, it's so astringent!" " I looked at it and suddenly I didn't dare to drink it. "After the storm, go and see the rainbow! Brother is fine, I'll drink first! " After that, my cousin introduced a full cup of Maotai into her stomach. I looked at the big bag on my leg and made up my mind, holding my nose in my left hand and filling my mouth with wine in my right hand. "Goo ~ Goo ~" I finished a glass of wine like this. "Ha ha, so mosquitoes will definitely get drunk!" My cousin said excitedly, "Let's go to a place where there are many mosquitoes!" Punish these mosquitoes! I said. So we went to the balcony, opened the window and waited for mosquitoes to come in. Maybe I drank too much wine. Unconsciously, I fell asleep.
When I woke up, my head was blurred. I got up from my chair and looked at my sleepy cousin. Looking out of the window, I couldn't help but get a fright: "Ah! It's evening! " I called my cousin. I looked at the two cups on the table and suddenly realized. "Hey, cousin, mosquitoes must be drunk by us! Oh yeah! " I cried happily. My cousin suddenly became active. We searched for a long time but didn't see a mosquito drunk on the ground. Except the mosquito that was killed last time. I looked at the wall again, yeah! Many mosquitoes are lying on the wall! I hurried back to the bedroom and closed the door. Looking at the body, there are several times more bags than before. Grandpa just came in, saw us, scolded us and said we couldn't steal any more! This is not right! I thought to myself: this is simply a flood after a storm! My cousin and I looked at each other and smiled helplessly.
Interesting stories of childhood, like stars, twinkle in the vast sky where we live. When we recall the past, we will have unlimited interest. They made our childhood colorful, and I will never forget them.
7. Cherish the true feelings 600 There will always be times when the true feelings agree, and you should finally know how to cherish them.
Drunk in the dream, the pen floats on the soft rice paper, and the faint shadow spreads rapidly, but it is no longer the smile of the past. Looking at more and more distant places with lingering sadness, it seems that I have never adapted to this safe waiting. Inexplicable panic came to my mind, and the strangeness in my heart prompted me to forget such a profound memory. What is familiarity is beyond my grasp. Time has been going backwards, but I can no longer grasp the starting point of the mark.
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As if I have lost my memory, endless cold and blank fragments are scattered in the long river of years, slowly accumulating, covering up the simple happiness. This brand-new world, full of strange world, I opened my eyes and tried to find the familiar feeling, but I was quiet in the constant rotation of crying. I took a deep breath and tried to suppress my fears. Yes, I am a person, only myself, and my memories are scattered like snowflakes. I don't know where this is, and naturally I don't like it here. I was crazy to wake up, but I was tired and fell into a dream again. I was reborn in a brand-new region, falling in cold tears, slowly watching it condense into a terrible sword, and barely got up again. Floating consciousness and rhythmic heartbeat convey the information of life, but they lose their proper meaning.
I remembered the memory that had been disdainfully forgotten. I remember that in the mist of early spring, my mother personally brought hot noodles, but she was cleaning up the fried rice left over from yesterday; I think of the chilly cattail leaf fan that my grandmother shook in her hand in the hot summer, but she didn't have time to wipe her face soaked with sweat; I remembered the bright umbrella that my sister hurriedly handed me in the late autumn storm, but it was soaked through half my shoulder; I remembered the warm gloves my friend put on me in Leng Xue in the middle of winter, but she rubbed her purple hand carelessly; I remembered ...
I am ashamed to admit that I was deeply moved, but I never thought about cherishing it in the past. Now, I have lost all my good cares. When I longed for it in time, I discovered how precious love is and how much it needs to be cared for and cherished.
Tears dyed my cheeks red, quickly condensed into a long ice, and cut my weathered face. I regret that my lost friendship will soon be annihilated in this cold, but I stubbornly refuse to give up. My hand holding the pillow can't help but tighten gradually.
In my dream, I melted a piece of ice and snow, and an invisible wall separated you from me. I looked at the deep sadness in the painting just now through a high fence full of thorns, and added a touch of hazy red maple to the paper. Blood red makes my heart ache, my picture freezes, my feelings freeze, but I can't even find the right to enjoy it for a second.
Covered in a person's world, I let the cold invade my body, and my thoughts and longings swept through my throat again and again, leaving traces of blood, endless shouts and extremely quiet despair in the snow. I tore my heart out and burst into inexplicable laughter. If my life can be reincarnated, I would rather cherish it than choose indifference.
I saw the color of dawn, as white as snow, but the bright and dazzling scenery. Without the company of love, everything would become so empty and melancholy. I held the only Chai Fei in the snow, and there was no response. The moss was frozen green and wet, so I accidentally slipped and didn't feel any pain anymore. Compared with losing people around you day and night, other pains are no longer pains. I was beaten thousands of times.
Twilight gradually became apparent, and the scene in front of us began to diffuse slowly. I just stood there, but smiled gently. I saw hope, saw each other without separation, saw the purple gauze curtain, saw my brother's lively smile and smelled the familiar food in the kitchen. Everything turned out to be a dream, but I was so really painful, so sad to cry, looking at the memory of the ravine. No amount of poetry and songs, no amount of treasure, can bring this true feeling back.
How many people can go out early and pay for themselves? How many people can remember your calm despite the storm? How many people can bring you joy every day? How many people can stand the test of time and always wait for you, love you and care about you?
Love is true, please cherish it forever.
8. There is an urgent need for a composition of 600 words. I wonder when it will be handed in tomorrow. Young hearts are always eager for independence. How many times, I tried to escape from the shelter of my parents' wings, open up a thorny road alone, and sharpen my wings in the wind and rain.
Perhaps, God discovered my greed and let me enter this full-time high school, and finally I can get rid of my mother's nagging.
Tall teaching building, 636f707932313335336313431303231363533133333616234 worry-free canteen, However, when everything is familiar, an unbearable loneliness and emptiness occupy my heart. Heavy study makes me feel depressed and dull, and my weak body makes me feel groggy all day. I feel very uncomfortable and want to go home once, but the lofty aspirations of the past made me endure.
Autumn seems to come early, and I feel a chill as soon as I enter autumn. The cold wind of rustling blows aimlessly, making the window sing with the gap.
I sat in my seat reading a magazine and saw an article about maternal love, which reminded me of my mother. .
I used to study late at night. At this time, my mother will serve my favorite mung bean soup, look at me kindly and finish the soup bite by bite. Then make my bed and advise me to go to bed early; Sometimes I get angry outside and lose my temper in front of my mother. My mother never cares, but comforts me and makes me feel better. Before. .
Only then can I realize the beauty of nagging. Those annoying words in the past are so warm in retrospect.
"Bell-"* * interrupted my thoughts after class. I quickly came to the telephone booth and dialed my home phone number. Mother's kind voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Hello, who are you looking for?"
"Mom, it's me." I whispered.
"* *, how are you at school? Be careful whether you are in good health or not. It's cold now, pay attention to adding clothes. Are you used to eating? . . "
"Well, everything is fine. . "I cried as I spoke.
Once, I thought I was a person who would not be emotional or shed tears. However, in front of my mother, I shed tears openly.
On weekends, sitting on the bus home, I feel particularly cheerful. I realized that no matter how far I fly, I will never leave my mother's sight like a kite.
Mother is a thread tied to my heart. The longer and farther you pull, the more painful your heart will be.
9. Ask for an excellent composition with 6 comments. About 600 words to 650 words. Warmth is the guiding light in the darkness, which leads people who have lost their way to the light. Warmth is a fire in the snow, which makes cold people feel the hot air coming from their faces; Warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert, which makes thirsty people feel sweet.
Winter is coming, snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and the ground is covered with a thick quilt. I was walking in the street, and I felt very cold. I put my hand over my mouth to keep warm from time to time.
Inadvertently, I found some leaflets and other papers stuck on the smooth wall opposite. An old cleaner in his forties and fifties seems to brush the paper with a brush dipped in water, and then carefully tear it with his hand. Although it is on the opposite side, I can still clearly see that her hands are red with cold, like a fire.
When she carefully cleaned up several pieces of advertising paper, she went on to another one. However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but it stopped in the air and seemed to be solidified.
I saw her close to the wall again, and then she shook her head slightly and left. What's going on here? Why doesn't she know her? Is she lazy? A series of questions came to my mind.
I just wanted to have a look, but I saw a thin cleaning lady coming to the newspaper office. I thought she would clean the paper, but I didn't expect her to act exactly like the old cleaner: raise her right hand, freeze in the air, shake her head slightly, and turn away.
Seeing this, I was more confused, so I made up my mind to have a look. Cross the road and come to the front of that wall.
What you see is a' looking for you'. It says: Zhao Jie, 16 years old, male ... All doubts have passed, and I understand everything at this moment.
At this time, a warm current came to my mind, and snowflakes were flying like goose feathers, which made me feel extra warm instead of cold. It is very cold in winter.
But he can also make people feel warm, just like those two cleaners. The deep warmth of this world comes from a heart as hot as fire. It is this' sacred' fire that lit the fragrant petals in my heart.
I feel warm enough to haunt my life.