Senior high school writer's composition 1
Every time my mother's "one word is enough" at a critical moment, I can always feel a sense of shame in my inner world. How on earth did my mother give full play to her humorous talent? At least the following examples can prove this point:
There was a Korean drama on TV, and my mother leaned over and asked me, "What's on now?" "Korean drama." I replied casually. "What's the name of this talking woman?" "Kim Hee Seon" "That's not right." My mother said in surprise, "Since she is Korean, how can she have China's name? Aren't Korean names all four words? "
My mother and I were walking along the roadside when we met a vendor selling imitation antiques. After asking the price, my mother mysteriously pulled me to a secluded side and whispered to me, "This man sells cultural relics, which is illegal. Shall we report him to a nearby police station? " "But all he sells are fakes." "That is more problematic. We should call the consumer association immediately. "
Mother not only knows a little about antiques, but also knows a little about computers. Once, my mother asked me to turn on the computer, and then she got carried away and played tractor wars. She was playing when a friend called me away. When I left, I repeatedly made up for my mother's method of turning off the computer until my mother said impatiently, "Don't worry, it's a piece of cake!" " "When I dragged my tired body home after playing for a day at night, I found that the computer was still tirelessly on. My mother said aggrieved, "This computer is really strange. I turned it off back and forth for a dozen times, but it didn't work. Is there a computer virus? " "How did you turn it off?" "Of course, according to your method to turn off the program first, and then turn off the switch on the host! "
Although my mother is a "novice" in playing computer, she is very accomplished in "Tractor Wars". Without a few cards, she is like a "god operator" and deserves to be a math teacher. One day, when she didn't come back from work, the phone arrived first. "Hey, I'm playing with tractors with some colleagues. I guess I won't be back until later." "Then when will you come back?" Dad asked. "Well, about seven o'clock." "What time is it?" "Oh, it's already half past seven!"
When I showed my mother the article I was about to finish, she read it for a long time before saying, "You said that my article was humorous at the beginning, but there was no humor throughout?" You say, humor?
By the way, my mother is an associate professor at the university.
Senior high school writer's composition II
Noisy streets, drizzle, I looked at your thin back, eyes have been wet with tears.
At five o'clock in the morning, I sat alone at home and looked out of the window. A big suitcase beside the bed is full of my clothes and food my mother forced me to eat. The suitcase is brand-new, and the dim light shines on its silver-yellow body, and some of it shines. My car is at eight in the morning, but I can't sleep. I have lived in this city for more than ten years, and now I will leave here and go to other places. My heart is slightly sad.
Pushing open the door, it was raining in Mao Mao outside the window. Even in the summer morning, the cold wind mixed with rain came at me, and I still couldn't help shivering. Mom and mom went back to their hometown on business last night, so I was the only one left in this huge home. My room is very cold, even the kitchen. With the faint light of my mobile phone, I turned on the light in the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and found the instant noodles left over from yesterday. I boiled a pot of hot water, made a bowl of noodles and ate slowly in the drizzle outside the window. I feel a little warm after eating a bowl of noodles.
What's next? I thought about it and decided to take out my tea set and wash it. I'm afraid it's hard to take it out after I leave. I rubbed the purple sand cup in my hand, and my heart was filled with emotion. Once upon a time, I used this teapot to make tea for my mother and them every day. When it rained, our family got together to drink tea and listen to the rain. The kind of comfort and comfort could not be said.
I carefully washed the teapot, dried it with a cloth and put it in my transparent cupboard. After doing this, I felt a little tired, so I took a nap on the bed. I don't know how long I slept, but I was awakened by a loud bell. Glanced at the time, seven ten. Time to go to the station.
I locked the doors and windows at home and labored to carry the heavy box downstairs. The moment I closed the door, I deliberately slowed down. I'm afraid I won't see you again until next year. I can't help feeling sad, so I can only turn around and leave quickly. I stopped a taxi on the road and took me to the station. It's the school season, and there are many people in the station. I pushed the box, took the ticket, sat in the chair and waited. My ears are noisy and my heart is a little agitated.
Suddenly, I heard someone calling me in the noise. I turned around and saw my mother standing a few meters away from me. Mother saw me and waved to me happily. My heart throbbed a little, and I walked slowly forward. My mother is carrying two bags of fruit in her hand, and the black upper is covered with rain and dust. "Take it, you are hungry on the way!" Mother wouldn't wipe the sweat stains off her forehead. I know she must have come in a hurry.
I took the bag and the voice of the station rang. "You go first. It won't be easy after the rain. I have to go!" I said the radio was ringing again, and I had to leave. Sitting in the car, I saw my mother standing in the rain and waving to me. Her back faded away in the stream of people. I can't help myself, tears are running wild. That kind of back, let me move, let me feel bad.
It's still raining outside the window. I looked at the scenery outside the window, and my heart was silent.
Senior high school writer composition 3
"It's really cold! Today seems to be the solstice of winter, right? " "Yes, no wonder people say that the winter solstice is the coldest day of the year!"
"Let's go, it's freezing!" 1 I warm my hands with a warm treasure while walking.
"psst ... loud noise ... well, look!" "What?" "Look, is there an old man rummaging through the trash can?" I pointed to the trash can.
"Ah, it's true. On such a cold day, the old man was rummaging through the trash can. It's sad ... "
Grandpa is about 1.6 meters tall, wearing a broken hat on his head, his exposed hair is faintly gray, and his face is full of traces of wind and frost and years! A pair of worn cotton shoes seems to be the warmest place in the whole body, and there is a bag full of cans next to it, which makes people understand his "occupation" at once, an old man picking up cans.
The old man's back is a little hunched. I don't know why I thought of grandpa when I saw him, so we ran to ask him if he needed help. He seems to be full of doubts and self-blame for our arrival, repeatedly saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll leave right away." When we explained our purpose, he looked at us with a puzzled face and said, "I … can you give me those two bottles?" When we gave him the bottle, we saw those stiff and bent hands, full of calluses. When he received the bottle, he thanked us and we froze. When we wanted to ask anything more, he had already left, leaving only a string of footprints in the snow and those calloused hands wandering in my mind.
Dignity is our own, they can be exiled, why should we insist? Soul is their own, they can fly, why should we keep it in our hearts? It's all our own. We can love our fierceness, but why can't we let it go? Respect is ours. Give it to them, maybe it's better for yourself. Understanding, love and respect for life-we may just love ourselves, but what does it have to do with others?
That old man, that hunchbacked old man, makes my nose sour. Two bottles, two bottles are worthless in the eyes of others, and some are in the way, but they can make the old people grateful. While feeling sorry for the old man, I can't help thinking, where are the old man's children? Why do old people live by collecting junk outside? How many such hunchbacked old people are there in our country? I didn't get the answer, just left a bunch of question marks in my mind. ...
Senior high school writer composition 4
In the eyes of ordinary people, honest people are often inseparable from the word "loss", while smart people are often synonymous with "wisdom". In fact, many times, "cleverness is mistaken by cleverness" and "cleverness" is not necessarily a good thing. On the contrary, honest people lack wisdom.
An honest man has great talent. Han Xin, the general of the Han Dynasty, was an honest man. He was helpless when he was young, so he was often bullied. The moment he crossed other people's crotch, it was not only the embodiment of his integrity, but also the generation of his great wisdom, which left him an opportunity to display his talents. If he stabbed the person who insulted himself to death, he would have become a "nobody in the wilderness" and "lost in the future". It can be said that, to some extent, it was his honesty and wisdom that made him willing to endure a temporary humiliation, thus making himself a wise general who "won even the army of Wan Li and captured it".
Honest people really shine with wisdom.
Honest people still have the wisdom to survive. In the face of the powerful State of Wu, Gou Jian, the King of Yue, was willing to be a cow and a horse, and dedicated his honest side to the cunning King of Wu, thus gaining a chance to survive. After ten years of hard work, he finally defeated Wu and recovered his lost ground. Sun Bin was framed by his younger brother Pang Juan. After his kneecap was removed, he played the fool and showed his integrity.
Finally, Pang Juan was relieved and escaped with trickery. Finally, Pang Juan was killed and got revenge. At the Hongmen banquet, Liu Bang showed his integrity in front of the powerful Xiang Yu, convincing Xiang Yu that this "little brother" had absolutely no rebellious heart, thus laying a key step for the great cause of achievement ... It is not difficult to find that the honest side of Gou Jian, Sun Bin and Liu Bang is actually a kind of wisdom of survival, and it is this wisdom of survival that has left a deep mark on them in history.
People can't be smart, but they can't be "smart", let alone "smart", otherwise they will pay a small or big price for their "smart"! Now there are some corrupt elements who take bribes with perfect cleverness, but in the end they can't escape the punishment of national laws. In this year's "Fox Hunting" campaign in China, many corrupt officials who have absconded for many years have been arrested. Isn't this also a test of the old saying "last forever, never leak"? The price of these people's "cleverness" cannot be said to be heavy!
In fact, honest people do not speak for losses. Only when you are on the cliff can people see the heroic spirit of the eagle; Only by standing at the bottom of the cliff can people see the spectacular waterfall. Only on special occasions can people find that honest people radiate the light of wisdom!
Senior high school writers' composition 5
Father's love is like a mountain, so tall and majestic that I dare not climb it; Father's love is as deep as the sky, which makes me feel pity and dare not scream; Father's love is like a river, slender and steady, which makes me afraid to set foot in it. Fatherly love is profound, great, pure and unrequited, but it is bitter, incomprehensible, melancholy and unattainable.
When I was a child, looking at my father, he always looked so tall; When I was a child, looking at my father, his shoulders always seemed so safe; When I was a child, when I looked at my father, his face always seemed so kind; When I was a child, I looked at my father ... I don't know when I began to worship my father.
When I was a child, my little hand held my father's wide and warm hand tightly and felt the warmth of his palm. I didn't want to let go. Two round eyes looked at his father's back from time to time. Looking up at my father's back, I am always so tall and confident. I always feel that even if the sky falls, there is a father who can carry it for me. I felt my confidence doubled and even my head was lifted unconsciously.
Time flies, I confidently followed my father. I also went to high school and made some friends of my own. Naturally, my friend replaced my father. I spent my time with my friend bit by bit, but I forgot my father.
Looking up, I found my father. I've learned to look like a child, and my father is not what he used to be-my father is old! At that time, my father's body, which has always been tall and straight in my memory, has long been slightly hunched over by the burden of life, and his back, which has always been full of confidence, has also been smoothed over by trivial matters in life, making him look slightly hunched over. When he passed me, he reminded me of the fallen leaves in the autumn wind. When I took my father's hand again, was it still the hand I knew and missed? Those are a pair of hands that make me completely strange. The shocking blue veins on my hand beat my heart, and the thick cocoon on my palm shook my soul.
Yes, I am growing up and my father is getting old. My eyes are moist and my nose is sour. My father bought me everything with his love, his health and everything today, but he never complained. I was rebellious in adolescence and often lost my temper, but you always lit a cigarette silently and silently watched me slam the door.
Dad, I was wrong. It will change in the future. Father and daughter love you!
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