I was puzzled for a moment. I don't seem to remember, or even want to remember, whether my mother was moved by anything about me. I'm speechless. I am proud of my equal friendship with my mother and brag about how I please my mother. Suddenly, I felt a pang of sadness.
My mother is away on business. She often travels, leaving me at home to take care of my life for many years. My personality is full of independent things. What I want most is independent growth, spiritual independence and economic independence. I seldom miss her deeply, but when I answer her eternal question "Do you miss me" with a negative answer, she always says that I have no conscience. It's her phone again. After a few words, I suddenly asked her, "In your impression, have I done anything that particularly touched you?" She paused for a moment and said, "Of course-"Then she talked about a long time ago, which never left a trace of impression in my mind. When I was 4 years old, my mother once took me to work with my father. In the process of talking with my father, my mother made a suggestion. I don't know why I angered people at work and started yelling at my mother. Before my father could stop me, I rushed to my mother and stood in front of her. I shouted at the workers, "Don't scold my mother, don't scold her." The man froze, and suddenly his anger disappeared. He stretched out his hand to touch my head, but I pushed his hand away and stubbornly dragged my mother away ... My mother continued to tell stories, and I heard the other end of the phone choked, and tears kept pouring out. My mother said it was the most touching thing in her memory. She said that I was very cute when I was a child, unlike now.
I'm not a good boy, at least not now. I talked back to her, jokingly "hurt" her with some mean words and annoyed her with some new words she didn't understand. I seem to have been born like this, and I have long forgotten that I am cute. My mother often complains and hopes that I won't grow up, so that she won't get old and I won't be angry with her. I don't know what I did when I was a child, but I remember that I was willing to cross the road by holding my mother's hand, and I was still saying to my mother, "Let me lead you across the road." Before going to bed, I still held my mother's hand, fearing that the devil in my dream would take me away. ...
I, when I grow up, my mother is old. When I was older, I learned to talk back and argue with my mother. She always lets me down. I still remember my mother apologizing to me like a child who did something wrong after dyeing my school uniform colorful. I still remember when my mother saw her satisfactory composition, she said "Oh, my article is overdue" in that joking and sad tone. I still remember my mother crying because of my unreasonable ambivalence. I still remember that my mother was chilling for my heartless language. Although it is sunny for both of us after this little episode in life, I am really worried about my mother.
And I, what did I do? I'm not qualified to say what I did to move my mother. I didn't get any grades that really made her happy, and I didn't have the skills to show off. When she was ill, I was unable to take my mother to the doctor except to hand her a glass of water and take some medicine. I know my mother has a heavy burden on her shoulders. She wants to support me, an ignorant person who has spent a lot of money and time. I heard that she sometimes cries at night. My mother is not an absolutely strong person, but she never transfers this burden to me. But what did I do? My tears came down again. My mother said she didn't like to see me cry all the time, but I was still so disobedient.
Me, regret it? Guilt? Is it shame? Is it pain? Is it sadness? Is it sour? Is it pain? Is it heartache? Both, none. ...
Mother is not kind, she hits me; Mom is not beautiful, she is old; Mother is not wordy, but likes to listen to others; My mother's career is very ordinary, and she is still working hard ... but my mother gave me a personality that makes me proud of being strict and lenient; With her youth, I grew up; With her habit of listening, she gave me a sharp mouth that always argued with her; With her life's hard work, she got everything around me. ...
On the other end of the phone, my mother called me twice, which made me stop thinking. She asked, "Why do you ask me this? Are you going to write a composition today? Are you looking for material from me? " I smiled. I seldom write about my mother in my composition. In my mind, it's too vulgar, but my mother always says, why don't you use such a good living model? I must be very touched that you want to write such a composition praising your mother. ...
I know my mother is actually easy to satisfy. She can be moved as long as she writes a composition. As long as she cares, she can be moved. As long as you love her, you can move her. Just stand in front of her and say "don't scold my mother, don't scold her", and she will be moved ... but I never gave it to her when I grew up. ...
Mom, I wrote this article. I care about your present situation. You don't know what you are doing when you are on a business trip. I want to tell you that I love you! Mom, am I qualified to say, tell you, tell everyone-"Everything I have done has moved you and made you proud"?
Write a composition about something, which makes me more than 600 words. Please, if this article is well written, write it yourself. First, make a framework, and then add something. For example, you can list your article as a skeleton, and just introduce it in a few words at the beginning. Motherly love is the greatest love in the world. Maybe each of us has a different impression of our mother, but I believe that all mothers love their children equally. In the second paragraph, you can tell one thing (remember when). Of course, when you speak, you can write down how you didn't understand your mother at that time. Finally, you found out that your mother did it for your own good. Finally, you can sum up your personal feelings at the end, starting with a point and ending with a touching thing you want to describe. Through your article "A Thing that Moves You", you wrote about it, and also wrote about the person who moved you in the incident and how this person moved you. Composition is still very important for your future work. As a China person, you shouldn't be confused by an article. Think about how to write it yourself.
3. A 400-word composition describing the original appearance of the event. In the community where I live, there is an ordinary milkman, an uncle in his forties. Uncle's skin is dark, and you can tell at a glance that it is the result of years of wind and sun. On his crooked face, there are a pair of small and intense eyes. There are three subscribers in our building, two on the fifth floor and one on the sixth floor. The subscriber on the sixth floor is our home. On the next trip upstairs, people are tired enough without taking things, not to mention the milkman taking so many bottles. And the bottle is round and slippery, and it will break if you are not careful. Winter is coming, and the weather is getting colder and colder. No matter whether it is windy or snowy, at six o'clock every afternoon, there will always be familiar footsteps and loud door calls in the corridor, "Here comes the milk!" In the evening when the cold wind roared, the uncle came to deliver milk again. When I took the bottle, I found that his hands had been crumpled by the ruthless wind, like the skin of an old pine tree. I was very surprised. Why didn't I wear gloves? No money to buy gloves or too busy to buy gloves? Why don't I give him a pair? The next day, he came to deliver milk again, and I finally couldn't help asking him. He said kindly, "Look, there is a layer of water outside this bottle. If you wear gloves, the bottle will easily slip. " Oh, great! I sighed in my heart: in order not to break the bottle, the uncle who delivered the milk actually put his head in his hands in the winter, which is really admirable! Mom said this is a kind of professionalism, which is worth learning from each of us.
4. A composition describing something An unforgettable experience inadvertently opened the drawer and I saw the broken ruler again. I can't help but think of that thing a few years ago ... it was a math midterm in the sixth grade of primary school. The day before the exam, the teacher told us: "Students, there is a drawing problem in this exam, so everyone must bring a pencil ruler."
I studied late that night and didn't pack up what I had to bring for the exam. The next morning, I opened my eyes, huh? It's half past seven! Shit, I'm late for the exam! I dressed in a hurry, put pencils, erasers, etc. spread out on the table into my schoolbag, and ran to school.
When I got to the classroom, I took out my things one by one. Pencil, eraser, pen, ruler ... huh? Ah! Ruler! I forgot my ruler! That's it. There are only five minutes before the exam. What should I do? I turned my bag upside down and looked around the seat, hoping to find a ruler.
But the miracle didn't happen. The schoolbag is empty, the ground is clean and there is nothing. Oh, this is terrible. I don't have a ruler. How to do the drawing problem?
The teacher came in with a test paper, and I was anxious like an ant on hot bricks. Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me: "What's wrong with you? Have you lost anything? " In retrospect, I don't know.
Although I don't think he can help me, I told him that I forgot to bring my ruler. He sank for a while and said, "I'll give it to you."
While I was wondering, he broke his new ruler in half, handed me one and said, "Take it." I took half a ruler, and a feeling of gratitude rose from my heart. But before I could say anything, * * * rang and the exam began. I had to turn around, concentrate on answering questions, and draw carefully with a cutting ruler ... * * * rang again, and the exam was over.
I heaved a long breath. I turned to thank him, but I didn't know what to say He seemed to understand my mind and smiled and said, "You're welcome. It is right to help each other. I'll give you that ruler. "
With that, he picked up his things and left. Looking at the back of his departure and the ruler in his hand, I have an indescribable feeling in my heart.
It has been several years, but I still remember it clearly and will always stay in my heart. It made me feel the true feelings of the world, and I will continue to spread this true feelings. I hope everyone can feel this true feeling and pass it on.
"La la la la, I am an expert in selling newspapers ..." This song once spread all over the country and reached my mother's ears. What makes me complain is that my mother asked me to sell mineral water in order to cultivate my interpersonal skills.
My communication skills have always been insufficient, and this time I really hit the nail on the head. [Little X Mountain S House -Z Wen W Net] With "Mom's Adult" personally supervising the array, I had to bite the bullet and set off.
I came to a community first. At this time, after dinner, many people in the community activity center are exercising, and many children are running and playing around.
I looked at others, embarrassed first, and didn't know how to talk to them. After a few minutes of psychological struggle, "courage" finally defeated "face", and I gritted my teeth.
A kind old man came up to me and said, "Grandpa, are you thirsty?" ? Buy a bottle of mineral water! "It's a pity that I got off to a bad start, and grandpa refused. It's really frustrating! I looked at my mother. Her eyes are so firm that it seems to cheer me up. After a failure, how should I "back down"? [Little X Mountain S House -Z Wen W Net] "Auntie, buy a bottle of mineral water!" "Elder sister, buy a bottle of mineral water!" "Uncle, buy a bottle of mineral water! [Little X Mountain S House -Z Wen W Net] With the first time, I was not afraid of embarrassment and began to "bombard" without goals.
They don't know me anyway! But courage alone is not enough. I hardly missed any passers-by, but they didn't say "not thirsty", that is, "home is near, isn't it a waste of a dollar?" I'm embarrassed to ask myself. I came to my mother in dismay.
My mother summed up the reasons for my failure and pointed out to me: "You are too passive in selling mineral water. You blindly sell it to every pedestrian, regardless of whether the other person needs it. Of course, you will hit a wall. " In addition, selling mineral water should be polite. Say hello when you see each other. Even if the other person doesn't buy it, you have to say' thank you', understand? ""oh! "After listening to my mother's teaching, I seem to understand the truth and start to move confidently to a new position. [Little X Mountain S House -Z Wen W Net] My second front is in Xiqiao. I heard that there are many people enjoying the moon there.
I went there hopefully, looking for my next goal. I saw an old woman with a fan in her hand and several big pearls on her head-Khan.
I was ecstatic and ran over to say, "Hello, Grandma, you are sweating so much on your head. It must be very hot!" " The water has frozen. Do you want to buy a bottle of wine? "I said too sweet, I want to drink mud. Grandma smiled and asked me, "You are a salesman. How much is a bottle of mineral water? " I thought about it and said, "How much do you think a bottle is appropriate?" Grandma said, "I didn't sell it, but you have to say it!" """One yuan and fifty cents!" Grandma was really generous and immediately paid for it. Although I never sold the second bottle after that, I earned at least fifty cents! More importantly, in the process of selling water, I learned how to better communicate with people and how to be accepted and recognized.
Although I met too many obstacles in practice, my mother told me, "You have grown up!" " "When I saw my mother say this, I had the most satisfied smile on my face.
5. The feeling of writing a composition at that moment, although time passed and the sand slipped from the fingers, stayed in my heart at that moment and became a permanent feeling in my heart. I still remember that day, when I opened the door of my class, I saw a donation box painted with love on the podium. On the blackboard, there were several big characters written in artistic font: As long as everyone gave a little love, the world would be better. I also decorated the classroom very well. Like a natural and graceful beautiful girl, it gives people a brand-new feeling. Melanie is a quiet girl, but she is too quiet, just like a princess enchanted by a witch. If she hadn't overheard it from the teacher, we wouldn't know her family. It turns out that Melanie is a child of a single-parent family, but her father doesn't love her at all, and beats her every day after drinking. Later, his father had a car accident. Unfortunately, she passed away. Relatives said she was a jinx and didn't want to take her in. Grandma Zhang, a neighbor, took her in because she felt sorry for her. Grandma tried her best to raise money to study, collect junk and set up stalls. Knowing this, an idea came into my mind to encourage the whole class to donate money to Melanie. I went to ask the teacher for advice, and the teacher nodded and agreed. When all the students arrived, the head teacher, Miss Li, left. He looked at us tenderly and said to us, "Classmates, I believe everyone already knows Zhang Xin's family. Today, we will help her with practical actions. " After that, the classroom was like a frying pan, and the students discussed it, and gradually it rang, and the students came to the podium one after another. Some students are holding their newly won prizes, some students are holding money and some students are holding beautiful exercise books. Looking at the imaginary items thrown into the donation box, the teacher smiled with relief. In the classroom, I seem to smell the breath of love. Melanie's eyes were covered with water vapor, and I knew it was a moving tear. "Ok, now, let's welcome Melanie to say a few words to us with warm applause." Melanie cried and said to us, "Thank you, teachers and classmates. I thought that no one in this world would love and care about me except my dead mother and grandmother. However, since I entered this class, I began to understand that there are so many people who support me and care about me in this world. I must study hard and not let my teachers and classmates be disappointed in me. " Our whole class was moved to tears at that moment. I know that everyone shed tears of happiness. The touch of that moment stayed in everyone's heart. It lets us know that as long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become better.
6. Describe the composition of people through things. Her clever and keen eyes are embedded in the melon face, and there is a small cherry mouth under her small and exquisite nose, which is very lively and lovely. A chic bow is tied to a carefully combed ponytail.
She is from Sichuan and likes to eat Chili. Her other hobby is finding fault. She is a class hygienist. She has to take care of anyone who wants to cut their nails or hair, when a sharp girl wears a hairpin whose color doesn't match her skin color. Someone said, "You are too generous!" But she didn't manage it properly, so she became recognized as the "king of nitpicking" in her class.
She is not only in my class, but also my deskmate and neighbor. So I picked countless thorns. In a Chinese class, the teacher gave out monthly examination papers. Wow! I got 100, which made me ecstatic. Just after class, "picky king" took my test paper and saw her scanning line by line. Then her keen little eyes stared at a place and said to the teacher, "You have misjudged this question." The teacher looked at the test paper and said, "You're right, it's the teacher's negligence." My test paper suddenly became 99 points.
Our family moved to Shanghai soon. At the end of the term, after the exam, I set off with my family that afternoon.
One day soon after I arrived in Shanghai, I received a courier from Guangdong. When I opened the eye-catching three characters at the bottom of the homepage, the name of "picky king" first came to my eye. I thought to myself, how can this "picky king" catch up with Shanghai? Let's look at this letter first. I read it carefully: "Po, congratulations!" " You got a double percentage at the end of the term. The teacher and everyone miss you very much. I picked the most faults for you before. Please don't hate me ... "
After reading the letter, looking at the test paper and certificate, I couldn't help crying, thinking: I really should thank the "picky king". If she hadn't helped me correct so many mistakes at ordinary times, it would be difficult to have good grades today.
Now, I often think of this good partner. With such friends, I will make faster progress.
7. Composition describing scenery, people and things Spring has come, and every corner of the earth is full of the breath of spring. There are beautiful elephants everywhere on campus. Willow leaves out fine willows, and yellow leaves adorn them; The grass grew with the fragrance of the earth, and clusters of bright green flowers stretched themselves, yawned and leaned out their little heads; The children took off their heavy winter clothes and put on light and bright spring clothes; Birds fly out of the house and sing beautiful songs, telling us that spring is coming! Spring has really come. In the pond, in the fields, in the sky, everywhere is full of vitality. The scenery of nature has also become colorful. On sunny days, warm sunshine shines on your body, and soft spring breeze blows on your face, which is both warm and comfortable; on rainy days, spring thunder explodes from time to time, which is both thrilling and * * *. The scenery in spring is so beautiful that people's mood is even better in spring. The cheerful smiling face is full of hope. The park is full of excitement again. Young people who take pictures, old people who fish and children who catch insects are all intoxicated in the embrace of nature and linger on. In spring, people are busier. As the saying goes, a year's plan lies in spring. You see, busy figures come and go in the streets of the city, farmers sow the seeds of hope in the fields of the countryside, and the walls of classrooms. In the new book, there are many fruits of knowledge waiting for us to collect. I like spring. I like to smell the flowers, see the new green of the trees and listen to Xiao Wu's songs. I like spring because it is full of energy. Just after Grandpa Chongdong left, Miss Chun came to the world quietly with a basket of flowers, accompanied by spring breeze and spring rain. Suddenly, everything on the earth revived and the flowers were overflowing. Grass has grown out of the ground. They are all green and look like a green carpet from a distance. When the spring breeze blows, they sway from side to side, as if nodding to the spring breeze. Very interesting. You see, the flowers are blooming, red as fire, white as snow, pink as chardonnay and colorful. Peach blossoms on the mountain look like clouds from a distance. Flowers put on a gorgeous dress for the world, which is very beautiful. Still standing there. Today, they are pulling out new branches and growing green leaves. The most beautiful is the willow beside the pond, with green wicker like pigtails. When the spring breeze blows, the wicker swings like a dancing girl, which is very beautiful. You see, the spring rain rustles like embroidery needles and ox hair. The snow on the river melted and the snow water merged into a stream. I must think that spring is so beautiful. They are chirping in the air, as if calling other swallows to play with them. Swarms of butterflies and bees are dancing among the flowers. Bees are collecting nectar, and butterflies are collecting pollen. They are very busy. I love spring, and I hope it will stay in my motherland forever! My teacher, you see, this middle-aged teacher wearing a black gabardine tunic suit, black wide-brimmed glasses and a smile on his face is our respected Chinese teacher, Mr. Chen. Teacher Chen is knowledgeable and has rich teaching experience. He is always so relaxed, lively, lively and interesting in class. We especially like listening to his composition class. He is always so funny, humorous and fascinating in class, and we are all full of interest. Gradually understand the "mystery" of writing. Ding! The class rang. This section is a composition class. Teacher Chen strode into the classroom. Today, he is very excited. He went to the podium and said with a smile, "Students, I am very happy today. Do you know why I am happy? " We all smiled and shook our heads. Teacher Chen went on to say, "I went to the bazaar this morning and bought two old hens for one yuan." Can you be unhappy? " The students all laughed, and Zhang Jin couldn't even straighten up. I think: Mr. Chen must be joking again. But Mr. Chen said solemnly, "Really, I never lie. If you don't believe me, I will read it to you. " Then he picked up a composition book and read it aloud. It turned out that a classmate wrote in his composition that he and his father went to the bazaar to buy chickens, and his father only paid one yuan. Teacher Chen criticized some students for making up their compositions regardless of the facts. Teacher Chen said: "No matter how vivid your description is and how rich your words are, an untrue article is meaningless and not a good composition." I think I often make this mistake. For example, when I used to write an autumn outing, I always wrote "Spring is beautiful, flowers are blooming …". After that, students should always think carefully when writing their compositions. Consult teachers, parents or consult materials, and similar mistakes will be greatly reduced. Another composition class. Today, Mr. Chen, who has always been affable, suddenly dragged Jun Chen out of the door. We were all too scared to breathe. I didn't expect Mr. Chen to close the door and turn around and say with a smile, "Students, don't be nervous. Now I want to test your eyesight. Are you familiar with Jun Chen? " "Familiar!" The students answered in unison. Teacher Chen then asked everyone, "What color and style clothes do you think Jun Chen is wearing today? Are you wearing leather shoes, cloth shoes or running shoes? " Everyone was stunned by this question, and no one said anything. After a while, Mr. Chen called Jun Chen into the classroom, and we just looked up: he was wearing a sky-blue zipper shirt, navy blue pants and a pair of Jiefang brand sports shoes. Teacher Chen smiled and said to us, "This is called careful observation." Then he told us several short stories about careful observation, and then arranged for us to observe the campus garden. We can see more clearly this time. From their colors, shapes, habits, life rules and other aspects, we have made in-depth observations, and some even consulted relevant reference books. Everyone has written better compositions this time. Through this incident, we know that only careful observation can make a good composition. This is how Teacher Chen guides us to study and write. You said we did.
8. A composition describing the event environment of the characters, 600 words, time flies like an arrow, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Twenty years have passed in an instant, and I have opened a company in Beijing.
On this day, I suddenly miss my hometown Taihe-the place where I was born and raised. I called Jane the robot, got my things ready, and took the drone to my long-lost hometown.
"Here we are, here we are!" My flying machine reminded me, and I looked down and was shocked. Is this my hometown? I think it is a big city. My hometown has been completely transformed, and all overpasses and highways have become little brothers. Instead, there are lush grasslands, flowery grasslands and flower beds, artificial lakes with rippling blue waves, tall and green trees, and only a few concrete fields. It is also a landing site for small environmental amphibious aircraft and other aircraft. The once six or seven-story building has been replaced by a hundred-story building.
We found a flat land to go ashore and then found a hotel to stay. This hotel has at least 150 floors. It is too slow to take the elevator. We take a solar flying carpet. Which floor do you want to go to? Just tell it and it will arrive in a few seconds. The door of the hotel room is also very special, oh, it should be said that it is a curtain. There are two robot hands on the curtain. When the guest comes, it will distinguish the good from the bad first. If it is a good person, it will help you open the curtain. If it is a bad person, it will immediately catch it and call the police. When I entered the room and wanted to eat, I found a remote control. There are many buttons on the remote control. I pressed the "meter" key and a screen appeared on the remote control. There are many dishes on the screen, which are lifelike. I chose some, and a robot brought the food in a few minutes later.
After dinner, I wanted to see my alma mater, so I went out and shouted "flying carpet!" " "The flying carpet will come soon, and I said to it,' Go to my alma mater'. The flying carpet soon sent me to my alma mater, where I couldn't help crying. Is this the original humble, chaotic and dusty school? Now it has become a garden, with flowers and trees everywhere, and the teaching building is located in the grass. Who wouldn't study hard in this environment? Every student in the classroom has a computer, and the teacher gives lectures, assigns homework and corrects homework through the computer network. Students listen to lectures, do homework and hand in homework through computer network. What about the playground? You'll never believe it. It's built under the school. There are solar lights in the underground playground. It is comfortable and safe for students to exercise, entertain and play here.
Alas! It is unimaginable that my hometown has become so beautiful and developed in twenty years.
9. Write a composition on the topic of what happened in the family. 400~500 words. Family gives me hope. Family is synonymous with warmth, isn't it? Family is a society, which contains beauty, trouble, warmth and hope. This small society has given me endless hope. I can't forget that day, which seems to cast a shadow over my heavy heart. Holding a notebook with the word "Award" written on it, crystal tears dripped on the notebook, blending with the bright red word "10". Why? I have always been the best in my class. How can I be left behind this time? 10, is this me? First place-my good friend, how sweet he smiles! But for me, the first throne seems out of reach. Smiling faces are everywhere in schools and streets. Only I seem to have fallen into an invisible abyss ... I don't know when I have reached the door, looking at the familiar orange security door, thinking about the expectant eyes of my parents and the teacher's earnest instruction before the exam. My steps were heavy, but my hand couldn't help but take out the key. My parents have been sitting at the dining table, waiting for my arrival. I know I have nothing to say, and I can't boast in front of my parents anymore. I gently changed my shoes and walked into the room. "Gege, are you back?" Dad asked first. "hmm" I answered him gently, and suddenly it seemed to be "the calm before the storm." "Sit down and let's talk." "Well," so my mother came into the room, and my father and I sat at the table. After a short silence, my father broke the silence and asked, "Are you tired?" I shook my head. "I know the boredom in your heart. In fact, a person's quality is not determined by his grades. What do you think? " I didn't say anything. "This failure is just to remind you that you can't forget it!" Dad said earnestly, "It's all over, don't be sad. Only by working hard next time will you succeed! " "I looked up and saw those confident eyes, and I nodded. I just want to walk into the room. "Lei Lei. "Dad stopped me again." Huh? "I believe you! "We should find that the world is like sunshine, and everything is so harmonious and natural! Entering the seventh grade can be said to be a phased change. In the new class, it can be said that there are many good students, and the first one is farther away from me! The failure of study and competition made me lose confidence again and again, but my family encouraged me to meet the challenge again and again! Who says that family is not a harbor for ships? Who says family is not a warm garden? I want to say that family is a tomorrow full of infinite hope! Ah, I love my family, and I love the harbor that I bring me hope.