I remember when I was a child, it was very cold one winter. Dad is on a business trip, and my mother has to take care of both the business in the store and me.
However, my mother wouldn't let me go out to play and let me stay at home for fear of catching a cold. But she was disobedient and sneaked out while my mother was busy. As a result, in the early morning, I had a high fever and my mother was frightened. You said my dad wasn't here, and it was just my mom and me. What should I do? My mother immediately took me to the hospital.
It was dark on the road. I was so scared that I called out to my mother. My mother said, "Lulu, don't be afraid. Just lie on my mother's back and you will be there. "
When I arrived at the emergency room of the hospital, I saw the doctor. The doctor took my temperature. At first glance, it is a high fever of 465,438+0 degrees Celsius. The doctor said to my mother, "How did you become a mother?" The children were burned like this. How did they get sent here? Must be hospitalized, and go through the hospitalization procedures quickly! "Mom just silently said," well. "
But maternal love is sometimes severe, and my mother never relaxes in my study. It was the first semester of grade five, and I got 76 points in English.
When I handed the paper to my mother in fear and trembling, her mother didn't say a word to me when she saw the score. A man walked into the bedroom and slammed the door. I really can't help it. I walked into the bedroom, stood in front of my mother with tears and said, "Mom, hit me!" " You hit me! I am disobedient, and I will study hard in the future. "
Mom said with tears in her eyes, "Lulu, mom won't hit you, but you have to remember that if you want to get ahead and be a person who contributes to the country in the future, you must be down-to-earth, step by step, and study hard from now on!" Maternal love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mothers with their own love, and their growth cannot be separated from every drop of their mothers' love.
A mother, who escorts her children all her life, silently guides them behind her back. Can we repay our mother's love? Just like: "But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays."
Great maternal love as the saying goes, "the thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children", maternal love is great. From the moment you were born, God gave you an angel who will always be with you. Her name is Mom.
When I was in grade one, my father worked in other places and my mother was the head teacher in a middle school. She is busy with work and often comes home late. But her love for me hasn't diminished at all.
I remember it was a night when silver peas fell from the sky. Because of a cold, I rest at home. My mother was still teaching students in the classroom, but at this moment, I suddenly had a high fever and my forehead was extremely hot.
And my mother just dragged her tired body home and saw that I had a high fever, so she quickly picked me up and rushed out. There are no pedestrians and cars in the street, only her thin figure shuttles through the rain. A cold wind blew and I sneezed. My mother seems to have noticed something.
She held me in her arms and wrapped me in her furry coat. Then, act quickly and run to the hospital.
When I arrived at the hospital, my mother didn't even breathe, so she held me for registration, injection and infusion. I was crying all the time during the injection, so my mother took my hand and whispered to me, "Dear daughter, don't cry, mom will always be by your side."
At that time, after listening to this sentence, my body seemed to be full of strength at once. My mother stayed with me day and night during the infusion.
I am hungry, she feeds me, I want to sleep, and she tells me stories. I lost two days and two nights, and my mother stayed with me for two days and two nights.
I have recovered from my illness and gained weight, but my mother's eyes are red, and I have lost a lot of weight with dark circles. I will study hard in the future and repay my mother with excellent results.
My father loves me like a mountain. My father looks like a slow person. He is usually unsmiling and serious. As far as I can remember, he didn't seem to hug me or say a warm word to me. After a long time, I don't think my father likes me at all. Every time I see him, I feel a little "scared" for no reason. Perhaps seeing the recognition of our father and son's feelings, my mother told me a few things, which opened the floodgate of my memory.
My mother told me that when I was born, my mother was in the operating room, and my father was waiting anxiously outside the door. He kept walking around. Knowing that the mother and son were safe, he jumped up happily and quickly bought some candy and melon seeds to distribute to everyone he met. Dad can't control his feelings. I don't know how many times he walked into the corridor and let the tears of happiness flow.
And when I was six or seven years old, one night, my mother worked the night shift, and my father took me to the newly-built stadium to play. At that time, the lights in the square were not installed, but many people came to exercise. As soon as I got to the edge of the court, I rushed into the sea like an arrow, and my father called me from behind. I pretended not to hear, for fear that he would restrict my freedom. When I enjoyed myself for a while, I found my father was not with me. Suddenly, I felt a little scared. I know the disaster is great, and I am worried about the bad guys. I was afraid to call my father, so I struggled to run home in fear. When I got home, my father had not come back. I also know that my father must be looking for me everywhere, so I sit in a dark corner of the building.
I don't know how long it took before I saw my father limping along with his shoes, and his face was full of anxiety. I thought: my grumpy father will definitely hit me hard this time. When my father saw me, he gently picked me up and said to me in a hoarse voice, "Don't run so fast in the future. If an adult calls you, you have to promise at once, okay? " I nodded, and when my father put me down, I found a lot of blood on my father's feet. I know that in order to find me, my father dragged an injured leg and walked a lot, and his foot was worn out.
Now that I think about it, I know that my father loves me, too, but I just buried my love in my heart. My father's love is like a mountain. My father's love taught me to be strong and grow up with me.
My father loves me like a mountain. I wanted to write an article for my father a long time ago, but I didn't start writing.
2. Look at the picture and write a composition (300 words). Mother's love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter.
I remember when I was a child, it was very cold one winter. Dad is on a business trip, and my mother has to take care of both the business in the store and me.
However, my mother wouldn't let me go out to play and let me stay at home for fear of catching a cold. But she was disobedient and sneaked out while my mother was busy. As a result, in the early morning, I had a high fever and my mother was frightened. You said my dad wasn't here, and it was just my mom and me. What should I do? My mother immediately took me to the hospital.
It was dark on the road. I was so scared that I called out to my mother. My mother said, "Lulu, don't be afraid. Just lie on my mother's back and you will be there. "
When I arrived at the emergency room of the hospital, I saw the doctor. The doctor took my temperature. At first glance, it is a high fever of 465,438+0 degrees Celsius. The doctor said to my mother, "How did you become a mother?" The children were burned like this. How did they get sent here? Must be hospitalized, and go through the hospitalization procedures quickly! "Mom just silently said," well. "
But maternal love is sometimes severe, and my mother never relaxes in my study. It was the first semester of grade five, and I got 76 points in English.
When I handed the paper to my mother in fear and trembling, her mother didn't say a word to me when she saw the score. A man walked into the bedroom and slammed the door. I really can't help it. I walked into the bedroom, stood in front of my mother with tears and said, "Mom, hit me!" " You hit me! I am disobedient, and I will study hard in the future. "
Mom said with tears in her eyes, "Lulu, mom won't hit you, but you have to remember that if you want to get ahead and be a person who contributes to the country in the future, you must be down-to-earth, step by step, and study hard from now on!" Maternal love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mothers with their own love, and their growth cannot be separated from every drop of their mothers' love.
A mother, who escorts her children all her life, silently guides them behind her back. Can we repay our mother's love? Just like: "But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays."
Great maternal love as the saying goes, "the thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children", maternal love is great. From the moment you were born, God gave you an angel who will always be with you. Her name is Mom.
When I was in grade one, my father worked in other places and my mother was the head teacher in a middle school. She is busy with work and often comes home late. But her love for me hasn't diminished at all.
I remember it was a night when silver peas fell from the sky. Because of a cold, I rest at home. My mother was still teaching students in the classroom, but at this moment, I suddenly had a high fever and my forehead was extremely hot.
And my mother just dragged her tired body home and saw that I had a high fever, so she quickly picked me up and rushed out. There are no pedestrians and cars in the street, only her thin figure shuttles through the rain. A cold wind blew and I sneezed. My mother seems to have noticed something.
She held me in her arms and wrapped me in her furry coat. Then, act quickly and run to the hospital.
When I arrived at the hospital, my mother didn't even breathe, so she held me for registration, injection and infusion. I was crying all the time during the injection, so my mother took my hand and whispered to me, "Dear daughter, don't cry, mom will always be by your side."
At that time, after listening to this sentence, my body seemed to be full of strength at once. My mother stayed with me day and night during the infusion.
I am hungry, she feeds me, I want to sleep, and she tells me stories. I lost two days and two nights, and my mother stayed with me for two days and two nights.
I have recovered from my illness and gained weight, but my mother's eyes are red, and I have lost a lot of weight with dark circles. I will study hard in the future and repay my mother with excellent results.
My father loves me like a mountain. My father looks like a slow person. He is usually unsmiling and serious. As far as I can remember, he didn't seem to hug me or say a warm word to me. After a long time, I don't think my father likes me at all. Every time I see him, I feel a little "scared" for no reason. Perhaps seeing the recognition of our father and son's feelings, my mother told me a few things, which opened the floodgate of my memory.
My mother told me that when I was born, my mother was in the operating room, and my father was waiting anxiously outside the door. He kept walking around. Knowing that the mother and son were safe, he jumped up happily and quickly bought some candy and melon seeds to distribute to everyone he met. Dad can't control his feelings. I don't know how many times he walked into the corridor and let the tears of happiness flow.
And when I was six or seven years old, one night, my mother worked the night shift, and my father took me to the newly-built stadium to play. At that time, the lights in the square were not installed, but many people came to exercise. As soon as I got to the edge of the court, I rushed into the sea like an arrow, and my father called me from behind. I pretended not to hear, for fear that he would restrict my freedom. When I enjoyed myself for a while, I found my father was not with me. Suddenly, I felt a little scared. I know the disaster is great, and I am worried about the bad guys. I was afraid to call my father, so I struggled to run home in fear. When I got home, my father had not come back. I also know that my father must be looking for me everywhere, so I sit in a dark corner of the building.
I don't know how long it took before I saw my father limping along with his shoes, and his face was full of anxiety. I thought: my grumpy father will definitely hit me hard this time. When my father saw me, he gently picked me up and said to me in a hoarse voice, "Don't run so fast in the future. If an adult calls you, you have to promise at once, okay? " I nodded, and when my father put me down, I found a lot of blood on my father's feet. I know, in order to find me, my father dragged an injured leg for many miles and his foot was worn out.
Now that I think about it, I know that my father loves me, too, but I just buried my love in my heart. My father's love is like a mountain. My father's love taught me to be strong and grow up with me.
My father loves me like a mountain. I wanted to write an article for my father a long time ago, but I didn't start writing.
3. Look at photos or write a composition based on photos. Nalati Grassland in xinyuan county, Ili Kazakh Autonomous Prefecture is one of the four largest grasslands in the world. It has been a famous pasture since ancient times. Here, streams communicate, rivers flow smoothly, springs gush, spruce is dense, flowers are in full bloom, vegetation is flourishing, the breeze is Xu Lai, and pastoral songs are sung.
People can't help but think of an ancient poem: mountains overlap and roads are winding. Tintin played drums in the spring and came down from the tall tree.
After June every year, most of the herdsmen's grassland festivals are held here. The combination of beautiful grassland scenery and local Kazakh folk customs makes Nalati grassland a famous tourist attraction in Xinjiang. The sunny place is located in the Ili Valley on the North Road of the Silk Road, and there is a grassland. Archaeological findings show that the birthplace of Eurasian grassland civilization is here ... When the Han Dynasty opened up the western regions, it was recorded as Luyuan, which extended to the "Western Waterway", saying that its land "several springs spewed and gathered into rivers, and its land was full of deer, named Luquan."
Bird's-eye view from the air shows that the grassland slowly rises and falls, the yurts extend bit by bit, and the herds move in the clouds. In the Qing Dynasty, Nalatido was translated into Nalati (meaning sun in Uighur).
Speaking of this, someone covered the camera lens suspiciously and said, "I don't believe in Tianshan Mountain VI in the snow-the flowers are so brilliant." I laugh, only after experience can I understand the richness and impetuousness of Nalati.
Grassland is an extreme, grassland is a green ocean with ups and downs. Felt bags are colorful sails in the waves, and sheep and horses are rolled up waves.
The coast is a continuous mountain peak, and the high Yunling cedar stands proudly on the cliff, protecting this grassland. Under the blue sky and white clouds of the "fat and thin" grassland, dark green mountains, green grasslands and clear rivers come into your eyes. There are snow in the distance, flowers nearby, fresh air, birds chirping, white sheep, purple lavender, snow-white Kazakh yurts, leisurely cattle and sheep, or walking or drinking water, dotted with all this.
The "fat and thin" grassland and the dreamlike Nalati will make people fascinated. It is like a note in the bright sunshine, which has an inexplicable power to lure you close to her and follow her, but you can't understand her steps all the time. You must hold a charred heart, patiently look for it, cross a river, the silent river flows through a forest, and the pines reverberate, as if thousands of knights went out to war.
Mount Churut stands tall in front of us. When you follow thousands of knights to the top of the mountain, the Gu Feng in front of Nalati Grassland is towering, with deep valleys, lush trees and stretches of grassland, which will definitely surprise you! Nalati in June is in the mood for love. It is like an emerald, which makes you sleepwalk once without dreaming. Vibrant grassland, green grass color, and patches of new green together. In sunny weather, the last drop of dew on flowers and leaves in the morning will always make your blood boil and you can't help singing aloud: "herding horses in the east and herding sheep in the west, singing hot love songs until dawn!" " At this time, the wind suddenly rolled into the clouds, so you don't have to be surprised. Narati is like this and won't get emotional with anyone.
In an instant, large clouds rolled down the rain, and the rain was falling. People who have nowhere to hide will look up and see that the rolling dark clouds split a crack in an instant, and the sun swished into the crack and fell directly. The dark clouds in the light column are bright and dazzling in the torrential rain, and a rainbow jumps across the sky. In just a few minutes, the dark clouds swished away without a trace.
Under the sunshine of the grassland, the sky is still infinitely high and blue; The white clouds are still light and leisurely, and the herdsmen's yurts are filled with thick milk fragrance, which makes the shepherd's dream extremely mellow and sweet. If the picturesque home is summarized by color, it is "the sea and the sky are all green".
The green grassland is covered with the earth, along the valley, along the river bank, along the forest, along the plateau and all the way to the horizon. It is the green Gobi, the green desert, the green sea, the hunting flag of the grassland empire and the green melody of Ma Benteng ... In the eyes of cattle and sheep, the grassland is their lifeline, tolerant, humble, honest, generous, simple, kind, hard-working, simple. Snow kisses the blue sky, mist surrounds the pine forest, mountains are green, green grass is blowing gently, birds are singing and butterflies are dancing, cattle and sheep are leisurely, and the artistic conception of truth, goodness and beauty, with clear rivers as Yu Pei and spruce-covered snow-capped mountains as dresses, can only be found in the spiritual home of Nalati grassland.
Sunset on the grassland, sunrise in the forest, romantic flowers and galloping horses are the nomadic palaces of the grassland empire, the epitome of Jiangnan beyond the Great Wall, the legend of Xuelian's hometown and the beginning of a winter fairy tale. Good times are always short, and soon the sky becomes a dark blue canvas full of stars.
However, the night in Nalati is more charming than the day. Around the bright bonfire, under the leadership of the shaman old man, we danced the passionate Kazakh traditional tap dance, the cross step full of modern fashion and the noble and elegant small step dance.
Whether the dance is beautiful or not, we are all dancing freely, jumping away all the disappointments in life and all the floating clouds in our hearts. This is Nalati. When you have been there, you will feel that this is the best in the world, and everything in this boudoir and poetic home has just begun! Comment (0)95 1.
4. Look at the photos and write the beginning and end of the composition. How to write a good opening skill 1: use rhetoric skillfully, and make flowers with wonderful pen.
Clever use of rhetorical devices such as metaphor, parallelism, personification and questioning can make the beginning of the article vivid, full of momentum, mixed with scenes and picturesque. Quoting classics, literary talents, famous sayings, lyrics, proverbs, two-part allegorical sayings or profound and incisive expositions in the past can be skillfully quoted, which can save a lot of pen and ink and make literary talents fly with half the effort.
Tip 3: Set up suspense skillfully and lead the topic. Everyone is curious, especially those who love reading literary works. When you set a lot of suspense at the beginning of the article that can arouse people's curiosity, your article has undoubtedly succeeded more than half.
That is, the doubts that aroused the reader's curiosity from the beginning. Ending skills-natural ending style No matter what style of article, after expressing the content, it is natural to end the full text, instead of designing profound philosophical sentences and carving rich symbolic forms. This ending is called "natural ending style".
Tip 2: the beginning and the end echo the beginning, and write a sentence that echoes the beginning and is not simple to repeat. This way of ending is a common way of ending all kinds of articles. Zhang Xianzhi's ending method is to express the theme clearly in concise language at the end of the article according to the content of the full text, or to explain the writing intention clearly at the end of the full text, so this ending method is also called "the finishing touch".
The four famous epigrams of skills end with famous epigrams, famous cautionary sentences and poems, which are intended to extend the article and reveal the true meaning of a certain life. Tip 5: Lyric argument: Ending an article with lyrical argument can express the author's feelings, arouse the reader's emotional waves and arouse the reader's * * * voice, which has a strong artistic appeal.
The most important thing to look at pictures is to use your imagination, not stick to the picture.
Once, a photo was a piece of paper that recorded our growing faces, and it was always taken by one or several people who kept smiling and obeyed the rules. Now, photos are network signals that record our good memories. We can look at photos anytime and anywhere, and will not fade or whiten because of the baptism of years. Looking at our photos, we can recall what we were like in Na Yue that year and what attitude we had. What kind of mood do we have? In contrast, we always sigh that we have changed so much, grown so much and experienced so much. We can also see the traces left by years on us from the photos, so clear and obvious. In other words, photos are the best witness for us to recall ourselves and reflect on ourselves.
6. How long has it been since you opened that photo album? Half a year, a year, or even longer, dust off the shallow dust on the cover and open it, which is a color suppressed in memory. On the old photos, there are traces of years drifting. From those yellowed album pages, the laughter seven years ago, the warm golden sunshine ten years ago, and the fleeting time, the old flavor floated out. Look at this old photo. Is that little girl with thin hair, black eyes and a white veil really me? In the photo, I am in a stadium that has not been rebuilt. Although I was naughty and active in my knee-length skirt, I grabbed the rusty parallel bars in the gym with chubby fingers and made a nonstandard "pull-up", as if my legs were kicking in the air. Looking at this photo, the small fragments of childhood are easily shaken off. I remember my father told me that when I was a child, my parents often took me to the stadium because it was near my home. There are a lot of fitness equipment in the stadium, but I am a tomboy who "learns to shoot in a skirt". As soon as I got to the stadium, I climbed up and down around the sports equipment that was taller than me. At that time, parents would always watch quietly, grab a few shots from time to time, and "click" with their cameras for a close-up. Count, one, two, three ... There are many photos in the album about the jokes planted on the court when I was a child. Think about it, I was only five or six years old then! Fingertips touch the page, thoughts shuttle for a period of time, familiar smiles stir up bits and pieces of memories, and instantly gather into an ocean. Dad in the old photo is sitting in a chair reading a book leisurely; Mom in the old photo, sitting on the golden lawn of the park in the winter sun; In the old photos, I wore pink clothes and played carefree by the sea ... Every old photo is a witness, witnessing the rise of the sun and the setting of the moon, and the unchanging memory is warm.
I think "photo album" is familiar to everyone? There are many interesting stories and some painful things about our childhood. But whether it is painful, happy or interesting ... those photos are worth remembering, although they are not very sweet. On the old photos, there are traces of years drifting. From those yellowed album pages, the laughter seven years ago, the warm golden sunshine ten years ago, and the fleeting time, the old flavor floated out.
7. Write an article on the topic of "photos" and you can write memories.
Say you open a drawer one day, which can contain one or more photos.
Then you will think of the past, such as who you had a good friendship with when you were young, what is it now, is it different? Do more articles in these areas. When you write, you should pay more attention to details. You don't have to choose a big thing to write. Choose an impressive detail and describe it carefully. Finally, go back to the photo in front of you and write down your feelings and thoughts.
Or write pictures of mom and dad before.
I looked at your file. You are from Shenzhen, so you can write a photo you took in Shenzhen before. Then you were curious and asked your mother about this photo. Write what your mother told you about the past and the hardships of the past, which made you so happy today. Then write down what you think you are doing now (you can imagine it properly), realize that you should cherish life, and finally sublimate the theme
When you write, you should deduct the word photo, which runs through the whole text.
You can also write a picture of your basketball game. I suddenly remembered how I was fascinated by basketball at that time, what made you interested in basketball, and your efforts to play basketball well. Finally, to sum up, when you encounter any setbacks, as long as you see this photo, you will remember the spirit you insisted on in basketball and you will stick to it.
I hope I can help you ... Come on!