There are countless cars coming and going at the highway intersection, but dad stopped n cars, and no driver wanted to stop. "What should I do? It's getting dark If we can't get a taxi again, we'll have to ... "Mom said anxiously.
I picked up my mother's mobile phone and was about to play games. As soon as I turned on the screen, the word "quick taxi" came into view. I asked curiously, "Mom, what do you mean by' quick taxi'?"
"Yes, how did you forget?" Mother held out her hand and said, "Come on, give me the phone." Mom picked up the phone and pressed the button, a little.
After a while, a phone call came in. "Hello, Miss Wang? Are you going to Quanzhou bus station? " Oh, the driver!
"Yes!" Mother said excitedly, "Please come and pick us up at once."
"What is this?" Dad asked doubtfully.
"Open the' quick taxi' in the network and tell me where you want to go. Many drivers will wait for the order." Mom explained: "After the driver grabs the ticket, he will take the initiative to contact the passengers ..."
"Mom, no! You just forgot to tell the driver where we are. "
"Never mind, the driver knows." Mom smiled.
"You didn't say, how could he know?" I asked in confusion.
"The software will locate our current location, Shishi Expressway intersection, and display the driver's information."
"It's amazing, can you really get a taxi?" I asked curiously.
"Of course." Mother proudly said, "If we meet the rush hour, we can easily get a taxi with a little tip.". Pay the taxi fare with Alipay, each order can be returned to 5 yuan, and the driver can earn more per order with APP 10 yuan ... "
"How long will it take for a taxi to arrive? What if he doesn't come? " I am full of questions.
"It's very simple. You see, this is the driver's location and estimated arrival time. " Mom pointed to little red dot on the screen. "Is this network amazing?"
Two minutes later, a brand-new taxi stopped beside us. "Really can take a taxi! Thanks to' fast taxi' this time! " I said to myself.
"Miss Wang, who are you?" A handsome young driver asked.
"Oh, it's Master Chen, you came so quickly!" Mom said cheerfully.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting." Master Chen carefully helped us move our luggage into the trunk.
On the way, my mother asked Master Chen about taking a taxi quickly. He told us: "In Shishi, especially at this time of night, it is difficult to get a taxi without using software. Now drivers don't have to run all over the street, waste oil to find passengers, and use software to find nearby passengers in need immediately. This is a win-win thing ... "
Internet "quick taxi" is a good friend of my family. With it, it is convenient and quick to go out and take a taxi, saving time, effort and money. We all love "fast taxis" and love the internet more.
The essay about the murder of the flight attendant who took a taxi by Didi begins with the topic of 1 How to protect yourself in a taxi?
2. Strengthen the supervision of taxi platforms.
3. Severely crack down on Didi's illegal activities to ensure people's ride safety.
4. The revelation of the flight attendant being killed by Didi.
Every bit is love, 600 words first answer: Ding said: There is a kind of voice that is the most beautiful in the world, and that is the mother's call. I also believe that the greatest love in the world is a mother's love for her children.
The schoolbag is full of love.
Every time I come to the gate of the road team after school, I can always see a familiar figure wandering there-mother. She stood there again because she wanted to help me carry my schoolbag.
Mom saw me and will come soon. I unequivocally handed the schoolbag to my mother, who took the heavy schoolbag and carried it on her thin shoulders. At this time, I saw that she looked very tired, so I hurried to get my schoolbag back, but my mother was extremely blocked: "No, no, no! Since you are taller, don't crush your body! "
Although this is a small matter, it makes me feel my mother's deep love for me.
Parents and children read love.
After lunch or homework, it is time for my mother and I to read. When parents and children are reading, my mother and I each take a book. Whenever we read wonderful paragraphs, we will communicate with each other and point out good words and phrases to lay a good foundation for writing. Moreover, every time I read, my mother and I regard it as a kind of enjoyment.
I remember once, when I didn't understand a paragraph, my mother explained it to me seriously. I still didn't understand it, so my mother took the trouble to say it over and over again. I finally understand the meaning of this passage, but I also understand my mother's love for me.
Every word is love.
My mother is a nag, and I spend almost every day in her nagging.
My mother will remind me in the morning: "son, get up quickly, wash your face and brush your teeth, and then go to the kitchen to get a bottle of milk." Drink it while it's hot, remember not to leave a drop of milk, and finally ... "
At noon, my mother will also remind me: "Son, eat well and don't be picky about food. This is nutritious and eat more, and that is less ..."
In the evening, my mother will remind me: "son, when you write your homework, you should be straight;" Wash your feet for a while before going to bed, and don't kick the quilt when you sleep ... "
Although, I listen to nagging just like listening to gobbledygook, I know that every word is love.
My mother's little love for me can converge into the sea, and my love for my mother is like a stream. Feel gratitude to mothers ...
The second article
Love is everywhere. Love is like air, always around you.
Some people say that the most beautiful voice in the world is the mother's call.
I remember when I was a child, my mother took me to the place where I bought clothes, and began to concentrate on choosing my favorite clothes, ignoring me at all. So I got angry and ran to the clothing store across the street. I found a shelf with the most clothes to hang and sat down. Staring at my mother, but my mother didn't notice that I had left and was still picking out clothes there. After a while, my mother's face became crossed and she began to ask the salesgirl, "Have you seen my daughter?" "Is your daughter the girl who came in with you just now?" "Yes!" "no!" Mother became more anxious and ran around the mall, asking questions and calling our names. Mother's eyes were red and her voice trembled with despair. I finally couldn't help it. I ran to her and shouted, "Mom, I'm here." My mother turned her head and squatted down to hug me. At this moment, my mother's tears fell down and said, "Baby, where have you been just now?" I replied, "I think you were just focusing on choosing clothes and didn't hear me at all." I thought you didn't care about me. " Mom said in distress situation: "Silly daughter, how can I not care about you?" . It's all because my mother is too focused on buying clothes. I will change it next time. ""well, mom blamed me just now because I was so naughty. " "Well, forget it, let's go and go home. "
Some people say that the warmest place in the world is the mother's arms.
Last April, we went to Zhengzhou to participate in the Latin dance competition. We spent most of the month before the game in the dance studio. Because I have to go to school, dance practice is arranged at night, and homework is always until midnight. And my mother has been with me. This month, my mother lost a lot of weight and dark circles came out. We arrived in Zhengzhou, and my mother was worried all the time on the day of the game. She handled all the trivial things in an orderly way so that I could play with peace of mind. But my mother is more nervous than me and has been cheering for us. Finally, we got a good ranking, and my mother was very happy. At this time, I threw myself into my mother's arms, where I felt a warm current surging in my heart like water. In a word, from the heart: "thank you, mom!" " "My mother shed tears, and I know she must have shed tears of happiness. I wish I could freeze the time at this moment.
Motherly love is the most selfless, which can't be described in thousands of words. In short, maternal love is great!
The third article
My father is a good father. He always cares about me, loves me, and makes me a good boy with excellent academic performance.
I grew up most afraid of mosquitoes, because when mosquitoes bite me, red and big lumps will appear on my body, hands and face, and I can't cure them for a long time. Seeing this, my father will feel the lump on my body with great distress and gently ask me, "Does it hurt?" Rub the medicine for me immediately after you say that. In the future, whenever Dad sees mosquitoes at home, no matter where they fly, Dad will chase them until they are killed. In order not to be bitten by hateful mosquitoes at night, my father specially bought me a mosquito net so that I could sleep comfortably and safely until dawn. When I want to go out, my father will spray mosquito repellent all over me and ask me to bring cool oil. Dad is so considerate of me!
I like porridge. As long as my father is at home, he will try his best to satisfy me. Whenever I want to drink porridge in the morning, my father will get up early and cook it for me. The porridge he cooked was not only delicious, but also prepared delicious meals. Dad is so good!
Dad not only cares about me in life, but also cares about me in study. Every time after work, he drags his tired body to help me with my English. Listen to my pronunciation; Poor reading flow; Recite clearly; Is the essay well written? As soon as I found my mistake, I corrected it immediately and never took sides.
Dad is very busy at work and often travels. Wherever he goes, he always thinks of me. He calls me from time to time, asking me about my study and what I need. My father's concern makes me feel particularly gratified, as if my father were by my side!
Dad loves me deeply, but sometimes he is serious about me.
I have been obsessed with computers since I bought them at home. As long as I come back from school, I will surf the Internet before eating or going to bed. I can't help myself for hours at a time. Dad will say loudly when he sees it: "blossoming, surfing the internet for a long time will hurt your eyes." You must rest every half hour! " "Looking at my father's serious appearance, I had to turn off the computer. I know that my father's seriousness is also his concern for me, and it is also good for me.
Dad loves me bit by bit, but he is meticulous! I feel happy and proud to have such a father!
Gratitude is a virtue and a quality. In life, we need to thank some people. On the second Saturday in May, I will buy a beautiful carnation and write a small sentence on a beautiful stationery: Dear Mom, I really don't know how to thank you. Today is Mother's Day, and I can only thank you in words. I can't forget your concern for me in the past ten years; I can't forget that you take good care of me every time I get sick; I can't forget your earnest encouragement when I got good grades ... that's why I want to thank you. May the holidays fill your heart with happiness! I posted the message on the carnation, quietly put the carnation in my mother's bookcase, and let the carnation bring my mother blessings and gratitude. On the third Sunday in June, I will choose a beautiful card, open it and write a few words: dear dad, how kind of you! You are not only my father, but also my friend. When my homework is difficult, you always teach me patiently. When I am unhappy, you always make me happy with one or two jokes; You always play games with me when I am free. My good grades today are the result of your teaching. You happy reading network care about my study, and no one's parents can match you. Today is Father's Day, and I want to bless you. That's why I want to thank you. May the holidays fill your heart with happiness! I packed my greetings and hid them under my father's pillow. Let them bring my blessing and gratitude to my father. If we learn to be grateful and face life with a grateful heart, then the world will become better and more harmonious!
A composition that ends with a melody.
The rain outside the window is scattered on the ground like before it disappears.
Another example is the joy after liberation.
More like begging with complete sadness.
I can't imagine it anymore
Once happy and prosperous Xia Meng.
Why meet the changing sky?
Every bit is love. When I got up in the morning, a ray of sunshine came in through the window, and a busy day began. When I picked up my schoolbag, I felt an indescribable taste: six years, as usual, I have been six years. In a blink of an eye, I will no longer be a child, I will soon enter junior high school and become a real teenager. Time is ruthless, what am I still worth missing? Nostalgia-teacher. The kind face of the teacher has always been in my mind. At that time, as a child, I walked into the campus with my schoolbag on my back and looked at everything in the campus with curious eyes ... A pair of small hands gently stroked my head. Who is it? who is it? I slowly raised my head, and the teacher introduced himself and said that I was the new head teacher. From now on, everyone will call me Miss Liu, hoping to be friends with you. In the later days, Teacher Liu taught us to read, keep a diary and write a composition. He always encouraged us when we failed. He cheered for us when we succeeded. Along the way, the teacher kept teaching us, even though we were naughty ... silkworms in spring would weave until they died, and candles would drain the wick every night. Didn't teachers dedicate their youth to their students? Nostalgia-classmates. Those students who accompanied me through dribs and drabs may never see each other again after graduation. Maybe when we meet again, you don't remember each other, but you will always be my classmate! Remember? When I was sick, you always surrounded me, handed me a bottle of boiled water and gave me some care; When I fail, you always come to encourage me or hand me a handkerchief; When I succeeded, you drank the lottery ticket for me ... those bits and pieces became eternal in my memory. That little flower on campus is blooming brightly. The small sapling on campus was planted by ourselves, and now it has grown into a big tree ... I will never forget everything on campus.
Please accept it if you are satisfied.
Dante said: There is a most beautiful voice in the world, and that is the mother's call. I also believe that the greatest love in the world is a mother's love for her children.
The schoolbag is full of love.
Every time I come to the gate of the road team after school, I can always see a familiar figure wandering there, my mother. She stood there again because she wanted to help me carry my schoolbag.
Mom saw me and will come soon. I unequivocally handed the schoolbag to my mother, who took the heavy schoolbag and carried it on her thin shoulders. At this time, I saw that she looked tired, so I hurried to get her schoolbag back, but my mother stopped her: no, no, no! It's time for you to grow taller, don't crush yourself!
Although this is a small matter, it makes me feel my mother's deep love for me.
Parents and children read love.
After lunch or homework, it is time for my mother and I to read. When parents and children are reading, my mother and I each take a book. Whenever we read wonderful paragraphs, we will communicate with each other and point out good words and phrases to lay a good foundation for writing. Moreover, every time I read, my mother and I regard it as a kind of enjoyment.
I remember once, when I didn't understand a paragraph, my mother explained it to me seriously. I still didn't understand it, so my mother took the trouble to say it over and over again. I finally understand the meaning of this passage, but I also understand my mother's love for me.
Every word is love.
My mother is a nag, and I spend almost every day in her nagging.
My mother will remind me in the morning: son, get up quickly, wash your face and brush your teeth, then go to the kitchen to get a bottle of milk and drink it while it is hot. Remember not to leave a drop of milk. Finally,
At noon, my mother will also remind me: son, eat well and don't be picky about food. This one is nutritious and eat more, and that one is less.
In the evening, my mother will remind me: son, when doing homework, stand up straight; Wash your feet before going to bed, and don't kick the quilt when you sleep.
Although, I listen to nagging just like listening to gobbledygook, I know that every word is love.
My mother's little love for me can converge into the sea, and my love for my mother is like a stream. Grateful for maternal love.
Tick tock, that melody
The rain outside the window is scattered on the ground like before it disappears.
Another example is the joy after liberation.
More like begging with complete sadness.
I can't imagine it anymore
Once happy and prosperous Xia Meng.
Why meet the changing sky?
Please indicate the source for reprinting. Didi Didi's composition Write a 450-word composition about Didi Special Vehicle.