I think he embodies a loving, simple and great mother's infinite love for her children.
Life is not as poor as it used to be, and children now don't appreciate their mothers' love for their children, but as mothers, they still care and love their children silently.
For example, 7 cases occurred in Nanjing. 3 1 air crash, when cleaning up the scene, people found a young mother named Gong Hongmei holding a nine-month-old baby in her hand. Among more than 20 survivors, the baby was the least injured. "During the Tangshan earthquake, when people were cleaning up, they found a mother cutting blood vessels and feeding blood to the baby."
Seeing such a question shocked my soul. At a critical moment, the mother's only thought is to protect her children. Even her blood and life can be sacrificed. What is there to keep? After being influenced by this great maternal love, I can't help asking the world, do we all want to go back to our mother?
I don't want to appreciate the kindness of parenting, but writing is the right way to straighten out human feelings, but on the contrary, I read in the newspaper:
News 1: A man developed in the city and refused to bear the responsibility of supporting his mother on the grounds of giving up the inheritance right of old houses in rural areas. I don't know if such people remember that mothers bargain like this when raising their sons. If you forget everything, do you remember the flesh and blood that wrapped the dirty soul?
News 2: There is a kind of scenery in the countryside. Big houses are built next to small houses, mostly for the convenience of elderly parents. It goes without saying that the big house has been occupied by their children in advance. I wonder if these children have studied thoroughly. Your parents raised you through hardships, and now you are old and weak. Besides this house bought with sweat, is there anything else to squeeze? News 3: After studying abroad, a student is unwilling to return to China and stay in other places, because the motherland is obviously richer than the West. I want to ask such a person, have you ever eaten the milk of the rich in the west? Don't you have any memories of your hard-working and determined mother in your heart? Don't you remember the Yellow River and the Great Wall?
There are indeed some people who lack basic conscience and do not bear the responsibility of support, but rely on their ancestors. They indulge the expansion of human desire and are far away from the true meaning of life. But after all, such people are despised by everyone because of their filial piety to their parents, and the traditional beauty of loving the motherland is still carried forward in the eulogy of the Chinese nation. I also read a short article entitled "Repaying Mothers" in the newspaper, asking children to start from childhood, start from me and care for their mothers. I don't think this is necessary. It is the basic project of "love". Imagine, if a person doesn't even love his mother, can he still love the people's motherland? Noble moral sentiment and persistent sense of social nature begin with "love", which will always be a spiritual bond between "I-mother-motherland". Crows feed sheep and kneel for milk. Let's enjoy the warmth of maternal love, learn to repay our mother and help heal the trauma of our mother's heart. Shakespeare famously said, "Once the destroyed love is repaired, it will be more magnificent, beautiful and tenacious than before.
That poem inspired me to write. How many people with lofty ideals left one touching poem after another in ancient times? Among these vast poems, my favorite is a poem written by Yue Fei, a famous anti-gold star, called "Man Jiang Hong".
"Angry, leaning against the fence and resting in the rain. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles of clouds and months ... "Be furious and rush to the crown, climbing the aperture alone. Look up at the sky. With a long whistle, the heart of serving the country arises spontaneously. More than 30 years of fame, such as dust, eight thousand miles of life through many storms. Jing Kangdi was also captured by the Jin people. With great ambition, I vowed to destroy the Golden Man and bring back the news of victory.
In ancient times, our nation was bullied by other nations, and in modern times, the Chinese nation was insulted by western powers as the sick man of East Asia. However, the sons and daughters of China have not lowered their noble heads because they also have the patriotic feelings like General Yue Fei!
They translated a touching patriotic story with their own blood. There are many patriotic heroes like Zhan Tianyou and Qian Xuesen.
Zhan Tianyou, the great patriotic engineer. When he witnessed with his own eyes how those hateful imperialist countries bullied and cursed our country, he had made up his mind to build a 200-kilometer-long railway to win glory for the motherland. Sure enough, many things happen. With his wisdom, talent and selfless working attitude, he showed the achievements of his work to the imperialists. At the same time, it also attacked the ignorance of those imperialists.
And the great patriotic scientist Qian Xuesen. In order to serve the motherland, which is enduring imperialist bullying, he resolutely went abroad and returned to China to serve after his studies. When he returned to China, he was blocked by many foreigners, but no one could stop him from returning to his motherland.
These modern people with lofty ideals all have a passionate patriotism and the same quality of loyalty to the country as Yue Fei!
"Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning against the railing and resting in the rain ..." This poem reverberates in my heart for a long time, always inspiring us to study hard. In the future, we will become the eagle soaring in the sky, the pillar of the country, make the motherland more perfect and make it shine like a brilliant star forever!
That poem inspired my excellent composition. In my eyes, the New Year is a pair of red Spring Festival couplets. As soon as the Spring Festival couplets were put on the lintel, the atmosphere in 2008 became warm, like a big drama, which officially kicked off. Villages plastered with Spring Festival couplets are beaming, and people make final preparations for the New Year in this joyful atmosphere, including jiaozi, fried rice cakes and cook the meat.
In my eyes, New Year's Eve is a hurry when you come and I send jiaozi to each other at noon. This is still a custom in my hometown. Jiaozi cooked it, so I can't eat it at home first. The first bowl is for the kitchen owner, the second bowl is for grandparents and elders at home, followed by uncles and aunts. Adults and children in jiaozi were sent away on the village road. Everyone carries a tea tray, a bowl of jiaozi, two steamed buns, some lucky money for children, a set of guns for boys and a flower for girls. We met on the road, smiled at a distance, said "good morning" to each other and hurried by. There are a few more to send below.
In my eyes, Chinese New Year is a family sitting in front of the TV watching the Spring Festival Gala. Ni Ping and Zhao Zhongxiang a few years ago, and Zhu Jun and Zhou Tao these two years. When they appeared on New Year's Eve, they reached the first place this year.
Then it's New Year's greetings. The whole village is here.
That poem moved me. There are several explanations for the 600-word composition poem. Poetry: poetry, poetry, songs ... all these inspire and inspire people's hearts ... it will give you hope and encouragement when you are most frustrated, disappointed and frustrated.
My favorite song is Bug Fly.
The dark sky hung low.
Bright stars followed.
Worms fly, worms fly.
Who are you thinking?
……
Every time I play this song when I am depressed, I feel very confident.
Because I have been learning to dance since I was 6 years old. Dance is an elegant art, and that beautiful dance has always touched my heart. Fast, slow, high and low ...
It can bring me into a beautiful artistic realm and make me enjoy it.
I always thought I loved dancing, but with the gradual study later, I found that I didn't want to learn more and more. It has always been my interest that has supported me to learn dance. I found myself particularly naive. I gradually escaped from the dance class and walked on the road. A supermarket is playing a song:
Worms fly, flowers sleep.
Couples are beautiful.
Not afraid of darkness
I'm afraid my heart will break.
Are you tired?
Regardless of the southeast and northwest.
My heart suddenly shook, and even a mere ant was not afraid of being tired. Why am I so afraid of being tired? I look so small in front of everything. No, I can't be so discouraged anymore. I rushed home desperately, practiced at home and went to dance class tomorrow. Gradually, I used my faith to turn my naive interest into my own hobby. I keep practicing every day. I work hard. ...
10 years old, taking the bronze medal exam. I'm a little nervous in front of the dance teacher. Suddenly this song sounded in my mind, which greatly increased my confidence and I passed the exam smoothly!
This song is great ~
That poem touched my 600-word composition "Looking for, Sad and Sad". The wheel of history keeps turning, turning culture and Gankun. "Sorrow" seems to be Li Qingzhao's patent, but in her life, isn't she a "sad word" and "sad word"? But in more than 2,000 years of literary creation, Li Qingzhao is the only talented woman who has reached the peak of more than 2,000 years. There is no happiness in life, "flowers float with water", lamenting life: too late to expect, too late to think, too late to promise, too late to make public ... just like this sad petal, it will die. Only people remember, only a piece of land and the fragrance of a lifetime. (Mei Jiali-Mei Jiali, Zhang Pu Town, Kunshan City)
That little thing inspired me to write a 600-word composition. I failed in the last final exam, exhausted physically and mentally, and fell into the abyss. I treat us as punishment at home, but it's never like that. It won't end well.
At night, I hung on the windowsill alone, staring blankly at the silent night sky. It seems that another storm will hit the flustered land again ... I came to my blind friend's house as usual, because only she can hide my embarrassment.
I am like a terminally ill person, and my voice seems very weak. I want to tell her all the unpleasant things. My feeling is that I am fluent and verbose. She is really an excellent talker. She is patient, earnest and careful, and seems to be analyzing all my words, because I hope to get her comfort. At this moment, a thunder broke all the silence at night and I stopped. People outside are busy running to avoid the rain, accompanied by the sound of "clicking", crisp and bright, suddenly far and near, accompanied by the rustling rain, she suddenly asked me: "How many colors are there in life?" I can't help being speechless. I didn't understand, but I didn't dare to answer her generously. I am really worried that she will be sad ... "Hehe, there are seven colors, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple?" I was shocked by her faint smile. Even her words are like enlightening philosophy of life. My eyes looked straight at Zhang Yongyuan's lovely smiling face. He smiled sadly: "Since there are so many colors in life, why only choose black instead of savoring the colorful life picture?" As usual, he took out the ice cream and stuffed it into my hand. This time, I ate badly.
Perhaps, I really should read Delicious Life carefully and be an optimistic and enterprising "0 pistachio" like her, but I shouldn't take the exam as well as climbing to the top of the giant peak, or I will be thrown into a bottomless valley if I fail the exam.
A famous saying inspired me to write a 500-word composition. On the road of my life, there is a saying that has always inspired me to move forward and accompanied me to this day, and that is "there is no limit to learning." Whenever I get tired of doing my homework, I think of it and encourage myself to overcome it, overcome it and overcome it again.
I remember once, after dinner, I immediately began to do my homework. The teacher didn't assign much homework, so I finished it in less than half an hour. However, a question in One Lesson and One Practice stumped me. I thought about it. what can I do? Until half past nine, I still didn't get the answer. I thought to myself: forget it, anyway, the teacher will talk tomorrow. Just as I was putting on my pajamas and getting ready for bed, I suddenly looked up and saw fourteen words hanging on the wall: "There is no end to learning, and there is no end to learning." I'm covered in blood. I think: you must work hard to get good grades. So I picked up my exercise book and went on. Then the comprehensive formula is listed according to the conditions, which is "set". So, like an engineer, I took the math problems apart step by step to analyze and then combined them to solve them. Although I am already very weak, there is an invisible force that supports me in fighting against difficulties. All successful people, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, are behind their success. For example, Zhang Heng, Einstein and Madame Curie. ...
This is not a story, but a profound philosophy.
That time, you inspired my 600-word composition life, and it was never smooth sailing. Growing up, there are always difficulties and obstacles. But you know, there is always hope in life. It hides in the journey of growing up with a smile and inspires me. ...
I am not a persistent person, what's more, I am forgetful. Such a person is the last person to grow flowers. As for me, believing in evil, I stubbornly filled the windowsill with flowers and plants, patting my chest to ensure that I could take good photos of them.
In the first few weeks, I was particularly concerned, and I couldn't wait to take care of these green elves as a whole: gardenia, primrose, orchid ... The most inconspicuous is the pot of Phnom Penh orchid, which is small and timidly sandwiched between the two pots. For me, there is no need to care too much-a small pot of flowers, why be too serious!
Indeed, the scope of my "carelessness" gradually expanded from this pot of Phnom Penh orchids. Faced with these flowers and plants, I am more and more anxious: "Why does a pot of flowers take so long?" Unfortunately, none of the plants I grow seem to bloom in spring. So I anxiously counted the days in this crowing spring, and I became more and more agitated. The green windows began to fall into disuse.
It was particularly hot that summer. The hot air blew, and many flowers that had survived withered one after another. I cried miserably at first sight, but it was too late to mend. Forgot to water for too long, no perseverance. Looking regretfully at the leaves rolling like mud, I can only wait for the next year. The humble orchid in Phnom Penh is also one of the first plants in emergency. The leaves no longer have Phnom Penh, and the whole pot bone is haggard and dark yellow, which is quite like vicious sunshine, giving people a dazzling feeling.
I can't wait for the flowers to bloom, and I have no intention of watching the fallen leaves. I gave up the yellow windowsill angrily and let them die. Flowers, I don't know if you still need care, and if you still have the power to save the sky. I have to give up. I will never plant flowers again.
In autumn, the sun is a little weak. I sat at the window and looked around bored. My eyes are full of withered little life and my mood is extremely low. Suddenly, my eyes hit a touch of green. I was shocked-that pot of Phnom Penh orchids! Dead leaves have been lying in the soil, hidden in the dead color, but there are two or three new leaves, white and a little green, which are amazing on this eclipsed windowsill. How beautiful! Like the vitality of spring, I hear the sound of the Yellow River rushing at its roots.
Without perseverance, I actually got this selfless green award.
Now that I think about it, I don't know how that pot of Phnom Penh orchids pulled out new leaves. That's it, hope, that's how it comes, hiding in the abyss, but ready to light up for you in trouble.
It inspires me, and I no longer worry about the future. In my troubles, there is always such a moment: I am at the window, listening to the wind with the bright green orchid in Phnom Penh …
Friendship inspired me to write a 600-word composition. As the saying goes, "Peach Blossom Lake is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun." Although we live in different towns, we will meet again in the depths of the ocean one day. Let's make friends!
According to the teacher, the quality of teaching in your place is poor and there is a lack of extracurricular books, right? Don't worry, I'll give you all my books, big and small, when we contact. I often think: if my book can realize your dream of reading extracurricular books, it would be great. If my book can help you get 100, that would be great. Aren't I happy for you when you win the first place?
Dad always said that children in mountainous areas can bear hardships and stand hard work, right? My father always said that your children in the mountains are clever, right? Let me tell you, in fact, you are a good example for our city children. We are all "lazy kids" who can't cook at home. We all envy you for always showing off at home, but you are either afraid of oil leakage or scalding, so you can't learn. Although I can't learn a lot of high technology, I can take care of myself, which is much more useful than high technology.
Oh, my friend, maybe you are a poor mountain student, maybe you are a poor mountain student, maybe your family is quite rich, but friendship is not important; Perhaps, you don't have a gorgeous appearance, but friendship is beautiful and ugly; Perhaps, your academic achievements have been unsatisfactory, but achievements are not the concept of friendship. Peer, no, friend, dear friend, among many people, why did I choose to contact you by letter? Perhaps, we are interlinked! I consider it a kind of luck to write to you. Come on! Friends, let's work together to overcome one learning difficulty after another and become best friends.
You don't know me because I first met you, so let me introduce myself! I study in Shaping No.2 Primary School, and my eyes are big. But I don't know why, there is always a pouch under my eyes. Although my academic performance is good, I always want to find a good friend who can study together. I think I will have it soon, maybe it will be you.