There are many unforgettable things in life, including sweet and bitter, touching and sad, and those unforgettable things will become our best memories, perhaps unbearable, but they are also worth our heart to feel and remember. My mother hasn't sent me to school for years. What I can't forget most is her back at that time.
It's gloomy every day. Usually I am used to finishing my homework and reading for a while after school at noon. That time, as usual, I sat quietly in my chair, reading a book, wandering in the ocean of knowledge, and I couldn't stop reading this book. Is it so amazing? Look at it and forget the time. Seeing that it was getting late, I quickly packed my things and got dressed. Who knows, this god seems to be against me, and it began to rain.
Then my mother came over and said, "Come on, I'll see you off." Then we went on our way. Because we are in a hurry, my mother and I only brought an umbrella. It is not easy to take a taxi at this time. We have to walk with umbrellas. On the way to school, it rained harder and harder and the wind blew hard. It's really "the house leaks, it rains all night, the boat is late, and the wind is right." My mother leans her umbrella against me, and she has a small part of her body. I looked at her body, and my tears soon came down. I am in a hurry.
Because my home is not far from school, I only walked a short distance. When she arrived at the school gate, she said, "Go in." I took a few steps and looked back at her leaving. When I couldn't find her figure in the crowd coming and going, I came in and sat down, and my tears came again. During this short journey, my clothes were safe and sound, and the clothes on his back were all wet, which made me understand what maternal love is.
If there is no umbrella in rainy days, it is the mother's heart that gets wet. This is how I will hold up my umbrella in rainy days and walk step by step in the cold rain. It is very stable. I know there are eyes behind me that love me, but what my mother doesn't know is that under the umbrella, tears have already shed unconsciously.
Composition 2 Based on the background material, the sun, which is about to disappear in the mountains, still emits orange light. She shines quietly on people's faces, as if plated with gold. The trees on the roadside stand upright, and when the wind blows, the dense green leaves sway from side to side, making a crisp sound. The bright sunshine shines on the green leaves, and the leaves seem to be coated with oil, which makes them greener.
I walked slowly on the campus path, unconsciously attracted by the beautiful scenery of the sunset, and gradually stopped. Passing by in a hurry every day, I didn't notice such a charming scenery at all. Unexpectedly, on the way to self-study last night, the sunset was like a glass of wine, which intoxicated me.
I was just about to continue to enjoy this unparalleled beauty, but I found that there was not much time left for class. I'd better go to class quickly, because being late is not good. But on second thought, there are few opportunities to enjoy such picturesque scenery, and we should use the remaining few minutes to feast our eyes.
The afterglow blooms, and the crimson glow permeates the whole sky, just like a fairyland.
"Classmate, class is coming soon. Don't be late. Go and study hard. "
When I ran to class in a hurry, I didn't forget to turn my head and look at the kind person who reminded me. His broad back caught my attention.
He has several camels on his back, his skin is dark, and his hair seems to be half white, but he walks steadily and forcefully with a broom in his hand. He is a campus cleaner.
"Thank you!" I shouted at his back.
"Classmate, go to class!" He replied, still at a steady pace.
I nodded gently and ran back to the teaching building. The figure of the old cleaner slowly disappeared into the sunset. ...
In my life, composition 3 based on background is not all about happiness and success, but also about sadness and sadness. Whenever I am sad, there will be many shadows to help me silently.
This background is birds flying in the sky and flowing white clouds, which bring my troubles beyond the nine heavens; This back is a towering mountain, let me know that there is no end to learning, and the road is at my feet; This back is an endless sea, which makes me understand what generosity and tolerance are. This figure is my Barbie doll, lying on my bedside, giving me happiness and reaping happiness myself. ...
This background is my father's strictness. He always lets me find my place next to a runaway wild horse. This background is my mother's gentleness, carefulness, thoughtfulness and kindness. This number belongs to the teacher. Without him, perhaps, I would wander aimlessly in the sky like a feather; Perhaps, I will fly with the wind like dandelion; Perhaps, I will be like a turtle, with my goal in the distance and I can only climb over it slowly. ...
This figure is the smiling face of a friend. People grow up and gradually have secrets. And these secrets are not shared with parents, nor communicated with teachers, but whispered with friends. Friends, like my diary, can tell them everything. It can be detailed or sketchy, but friends are always loyal listeners or readers. If you are unhappy, they will comfort you. Happy, he is happier than me ... it's good to have friends!
This number is ...
It is you who built me a wooden bridge leading to a better future, and you made me who I am now! Even if the sun turns, the stars move and the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, I will still remember you. Because, only you let me have this beautiful and harmonious memory!