The back is like that lamp, shining into other people's hearts; The back is like a torch of stars, igniting the hopes of others; The back of my parents is in my mind. ...
On a hot summer day, I blew the air conditioner and ate cold drinks at home alone, stick after stick, and finally everything paid off. I had a glorious fever at night, and my parents took me to see an old doctor. My father carried me behind my back, and my mother anxiously searched for the old doctor's home. I was lying on my father's back, and I could really feel his sweat soaking my clothes. After seeing the doctor, my father left first. My mother hugged me and vaguely saw my father walking on the road. The street lamp is white and shining with silver. This is my father's back.
And the mother's back is another way.
It was a cold winter and it was snowing heavily outside the window. My mother just came home from work, and it's past 9 o'clock after dinner. After a while, my mother received a phone call from a customer in the store, saying that she was in a hurry. I didn't want her to go, but in the snow and ice, my mother put on her cotton-padded jacket and left in a hurry. I looked at my mother's back from upstairs. She was working in the snow and a series of footprints appeared on the road. This is my mother's back.
The back is invisible, but it can make people feel tangible warmth. I will never forget the back of my parents …
Everyone's back has its own characteristics, and what impressed me the most is grandpa's back.
My grandfather's back is old, hunched and slow. The shadow formed an arc behind him.
When I was a child, my grandfather took me to the park to play. My grandfather is in the front and I am in the back. At that time, grandpa's back was very strong and tough. When I was tired of walking, Grandpa walked behind my back. I am on grandpa's back, and I feel very warm and practical. Soon, I fell asleep sweetly on his back.
More than ten years have passed, my grandfather and I have long since stopped going to that park, but I am happy to go shopping with my grandfather and buy some food in the market. Grandpa is still in front and I am behind, but grandpa is much older than before. Walking hunched in front, not as strong as before. He put one hand behind his back and the other hand on that hand. From the back, he looks like a retired veteran cadre. Grandpa bought food and handed it to me from behind with his right hand. Sometimes I can't carry it, and grandpa will bring one or two.
Now, grandpa and I still often go to the market to buy things. The market hasn't changed. My grandfather and I have changed. I am stronger than before, and my grandfather is getting old. Sometimes grandpa walks slowly, so I hold his hand. Walking slowly, grandpa's shoulder blades are prominent, protruding on his back like two hills, with almost no fat. Now, grandpa pointed to something to buy, so I asked how much to buy, and then I bought it and put it in the car pushed by grandpa. Whenever I go shopping with my grandfather, I always think of the scene when my grandfather took me to the park when I was a child. It's really different to link these two numbers together.
Years cut grandpa's back into a line, but it will always be engraved in my heart.
I've seen many shadows, most of which are vague, but that shadow impressed me deeply.
In front of grandma's house, there used to be a very old swing. Two thick ropes, a thick wooden board, on which traces of years can be seen vaguely, time has given it a layer of wax, making it radiant with ancient luster. This swing recorded my childhood and grandma's wrinkled face.
At that time, I was still very young, and I often couldn't sit on the swing. My grandmother put me on the swing with hard-working hands and "rocked and rocked to the Waipo Bridge". That was my happiest time.
Time flies, the swing has gone through countless days and nights, and gradually it is no longer as shiny as before. I have grown up, and my grandmother is getting older day by day. Every time I sit on the swing and shake it, I will never be the same as before, and I will never hear grandma's songs again.
Time flies, I no longer go to the old swing, and the swing is lonely, losing its old vitality and hanging alone at the door. Slowly, the dust on the swing accumulated more and more, and grandpa finally took it down.
Now, I have seen many swings, but the only thing I can't forget is the time when I played on the swings with my grandmother. I can't hear the beautiful songs anymore, and I can't see the swing that once recorded my childhood. Whenever I see a swing, I always think of a familiar back, that is, grandma's back.
What changes is only time, but what remains unchanged is the past and deep yearning in memory.
His back gradually disappeared before my eyes. I haven't seen him ecstatic about scoring a goal for a long time. All he left was his old back. ...
In the second half of the group stage, 89 minutes later, France played against Argentina, and France led Argentina 4-2. The Argentine fans in the audience also cried, but I didn't cry. I only have eyes for Messi. His eyes reveal a firm belief in victory! Messi is two points behind, but there are only less than ten minutes left! If you score two goals in ten minutes, it's as difficult as climbing into the sky! But that's Messi, the "king" of Nogop, and he must lead his "people" to the championship. Messi tried his best to score goals, break through and wonder! At the last minute, the ball flew to the goal, and everyone held their breath, but the ball missed and he failed. After the game, Messi turned and left. His figure is getting farther and farther away from us. He is not like Messi ten years ago. He can't run freely on the court as before. ...
His back left with the cries of tens of thousands of fans.
Although Messi lost the World Cup, he still didn't give up his love for football.
When he competed with Real Madrid for the Champions League, he fell behind Real Madrid by 1: 0, and he was anxious. I am more anxious at the moment. With the sun getting bigger and bigger, the temperature in the stadium reached 39 degrees, and Messi became more and more restless. Just when he was going to the top with Ronaldo, he was blown away! He deliberately pushed Ronaldo away with his left hand, and the referee showed a red card. This time, Messi left the stadium again after four years. I looked at his back as if to say, "Don't go, I don't want to see your back leave the court again!" "
His old back is gone forever ... although he left the stadium, although we saw his back, he will always be in our hearts!
The wind is running at full speed, tearing the branches and leaves mercilessly; Rain, splashing down, slapping the earth. In this storm, there is a figure, thin, very thin. This character is the mother.
Although my mother is thin, her back is straight. My mother always likes to wear long skirts with many beautiful stripes. Mom looks good in it, and her back is more beautiful.
One day, I came to school. It was sultry and there were white clouds floating in the sky. It was getting dark, and the white clouds in the sky turned into dark clouds. Finally, a flash of lightning pierced the sky, and the muffled thunder was not to be outdone. Then it began to rain cats and dogs. Soybean-like raindrops beat on the window, and the rain dripped down the window. After school at noon, it was still raining. I didn't bring an umbrella, so I had to stand beside the guard room to take shelter from the rain.
Looking at people in the rain, there is no mother's back. I don't think my mother will come to pick me up, but I still look for my mother in the crowd. Suddenly, I saw a thin figure with a straight back and a long skirt. It's my mother! I am ecstatic. My mother turned around and saw me running towards me with an umbrella.
My mother is holding an umbrella, and I hide in my mother's arms. We both talked and laughed happily and went home before we knew it.
I put down my schoolbag and was safe and sound. Suddenly, I found that my mother's back had been soaked by rain, and that beautiful skirt was tightly attached to her back, and the stripes on her clothes became more obvious. Suddenly I felt a warm current flowing through.
The excellent composition of 6 golden petals on the back paved a fragrant stationery. Looking back, there is always a shadow lingering in my mind.
That year, the semester had just ended and the school was about to start. Many parents have helped their children pack up in the dormitory, including me.
When my father came, I was sitting in the classroom having a class meeting. I didn't know he was coming. It was raining cats and dogs, and leaden clouds kept gathering in the air. Suddenly, a person in the class asked for leave on the way back to the classroom, saying that he saw my father moving things for me. I panicked at the thought of the downpour outside and my father's stubborn character of not holding an umbrella. I asked the class teacher for leave and hurried to the dormitory. When I opened the door, I found that my bed was empty, my suitcase had been moved, and the things I had packed before were gone, leaving a string of clear footprints on the ground with a little splash. My eyes suddenly burned, and the back of an old man walking alone with heavy objects on his shoulders in the heavy rain came to my mind.
I looked at the windowsill with dim eyes. The whistling rain outside the window blurred my vision, but I still saw a figure. His figure is a little old, with large and small bags in his left hand and suitcases in his right. I can even hear the pulley of the suitcase rubbing on the ground. The heavy rain ran down his hair, down his cheeks and onto the ground, wetting his pants and suitcase. Seeing this, my eyes became more blurred and tears came to my eyes.
At this moment, I will never forget this figure. Usually shows great love.
Back 7 Excellent Composition We learned an article "Back" in junior high school and another article "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond" in senior high school. I have always liked Zhu Ziqing's prose. I still remember that my love for his articles originated from the article "Hurry" in primary school, and I was lucky enough to see these three articles again when I borrowed books from the library.
Now when I look at the back, I feel a little bitter and my mood is a little complicated. It comes from a sentence that my high school Chinese teacher mentioned occasionally in class. He told us that the father written by Zhu Ziqing later is not what this article shows us-a kind father who loves children. This time, he was very kind to Zhu Ziqing: he bought oranges, looked after the luggage and sent Zhu Ziqing to the car, all to please Zhu Ziqing. ......
I don't know whether this is true or not, and I don't know whether Zhu Ziqing knows the reason why his father did this. And I really don't know, what he wrote to his father seems to be such an article, in which the father is very simple and honest; He also misses his father very much. At the end of the article, he sighed: I don't know when I will see him again.
But I was skeptical in my heart, and then I felt a little sad when I experienced this article. I'd rather believe that they get along well, without the disputes and intrigues of ancient times, and have a good heart and don't want to destroy it.
The cold wind is destroying my face, the rain is beating around and the cold is getting into my body.
When we arrived at our destination, the last trace of heat in our bodies was exhausted. What a terrible time to rain! Today, my parents are leaving. I came to give them a ride, but it was raining heavily on the way. Looking at my parents' faces flushed with cold, my heart is like heavy rain all over the sky, so cold and cold. The rain in winter is really cold, and there is no one on the road. The whole world seems to be frozen.
"What are you thinking?" Mom's words fascinate me. "Oh, nothing." I managed to smile. I don't want to make my mother sad. Mom had planned not to leave this year, but she was worried that Dad had no choice but to leave. I understand that his father can't be away from home all the year round without his relatives. There are grandparents at home, and there are not many opportunities at home. Mother looked at me thoughtfully, as if she understood what I was thinking. She turned around and covered her face with her hands. Dad, who stood by and didn't talk, also got red eyes.
"It's so cold!" I don't know why my father didn't say this until now. It didn't mean to stop at all, not inferior to the rainstorm in summer. He looked at it for a while, picked up an umbrella and said to me, "son, I'm going to borrow a raincoat from your menstrual home." After receiving it, we will wait for the bus ourselves. " I had to nod. Say that finish, dad picked up his umbrella and rushed into the rain. The rain curtain seems to be lifted, and the rainstorm slaps the umbrella crazily. Only then did I realize how weak my father was, and it seemed that he couldn't even hold his umbrella. Father in the rain seems to be a boat in the sea, lonely and lonely. My father's back makes my heart ache, and when I think of my father's struggling family, my tears flow down.
My raincoat is borrowed, but my father's clothes are wet. He hurried me to put on my raincoat. I got dressed and reluctantly rode away from them, leaving the place where I found my father's love.
In this early summer, I bid farewell to everything in my six-year primary school life, my friends, my teachers, my alma mater and everything there. On the day of graduation farewell, I looked at the familiar back of the campus and the back of my friends who left me, and unconsciously left tears. Recalling the days when we used to play with friends in this campus, we were so happy and happy. But now, we left this beautiful campus without saying goodbye. It was all over on graduation day. Life comes and goes in a hurry Looking back on the days together, there are tiredness in bitterness, joy in tiredness, too much love and too many tears. Today, we can only be memories. Silently recalling this time with friends, I didn't see the familiar back gradually disappear. I really wanted to say loudly at that time that I would never see you again. The back of my friends brought me ten thousand reluctant memories. Looking at the familiar back, it is so beautiful. Looking at those backs, I can't help but think of a sentence that my friends once said to me,' invincible, I have'. Farewell to friends, teachers, alma mater, familiar background, everything in primary school life, everything is over. Thank you, my dear friend, for looking at your back and saying goodbye to you, my friend. ............
When I was a child, my parents did business in the city. I am taken care of by my neighbor Grandma Wang. At that time, the family was poor However, as long as I have something delicious, I will give grandma Wang half; Grandma Wang will give me all the delicious food.
One day, I was lonely and my father came back. Ah! How many good things have you brought back! I caught some big bananas and flew to tell my sister without peeling them.
Just running out of the door, I saw Grandma Wang sitting at the door. I quickly held the banana in my arms and covered it with my hand, thinking, if it is anything else, I will give it to you, Grandma Wang. However, today I took my favorite banana!
My heart was pounding and I bowed my head and said hello to Grandma Wang: "Grandma Wang!" " "
"Oh, great!"
Grandma Wang stood up trembling, her skinny hand fumbling in her pocket. After a long time, she took out a handful of popcorn and stuffed it directly into my pocket. I was so scared in my heart that I thought: Did Grandma Wang find out that I was hiding something, and I was worried that if I put it in my hand, the banana in my arms would fall?
"Come on, son, I'm going home, too." She said huskily in a low voice, I think maybe she is too old.
I couldn't refuse, so I turned my head and thought as I walked: What should I do?
Finally, I figured it out. I must give grandma Wang half a banana.
I turned around and saw Grandma Wang hunched over and walked step by step to the dark and damp hut in the sunset, leaning on crutches. ...
My tears welled up in my heart, and the child experienced the taste of sadness for the first time.
Excellent composition with back 1 1 In my memory, my mother's back touched me the most, made me happy the most, and made me happy the most. ...
One day, after school, I walked slowly to my door and smelled the delicious food. I opened the door and saw my favorite food on the table. I couldn't wait to sit down, but suddenly I found my mother out. Where's mom? I turned around and saw my most familiar figure, my mother. I was just about to ask my mother to have dinner, and I found her back to me to brush her shoes! Aren't those dirty shoes the ones I accidentally stepped into the mud ditch the other day? And I'm afraid my mother will be angry, and I've hidden my shoes in the nightstand. How did my mother find out?
Looking at my mother's back, I can't help thinking of me before. Sometimes when I sleep on the sofa, my mother gently carries me into the room. Although my mother hugged me many times, it was my most unforgettable one! When my mother hugged me, I felt my mother's tired body shaking. After I settled down, my mother's figure gradually faded out of my sight.
Countless nights, who kicked the quilt for love? I kept tucking in the quilt. It's mom! Who will help me wash clothes in the dead of night? So is mom!
Once in the middle of the night, I got up to go to the toilet and saw my mother sewing my scratched clothes under the lamp. Looking at my mother's slim back, my eyes are moist. How much meticulous care and deep love is filled in mother's back? At this moment, I once again face my mother's hard work, tolerance and care. I have a thousand words to say to my mother, but those words are stuck in my throat. I called my mother softly, and her mother turned her head and said, "You're back? Let's eat first! "
I sat there silently and continued to stare at my mother's loving back. At this point, I just want to say, mom, I love you forever!
Excellent composition in the back 12! It is the familiar rain again! I stood by the windowsill, watching the heavy rain outside the window, and my thoughts seemed to return to the stormy evening three years ago. After school, my classmates were picked up by my parents, and I was the only one standing alone in the waiting area, complaining that my grandmother didn't pick me up on time. But I know it's no use complaining, so I decided to walk home by myself.
I was in a bad mood and the weather was not good, so a heavy rain came to me. Without an umbrella, I got caught in the rain alone. At this moment, a car passed by quickly and splashed mud all over me. I was so depressed that I couldn't hold back my emotions any longer and burst into tears. Suddenly, a bike came. Is it grandma? I excitedly ran to have a look, hey! It turned out to be a neighbor, Uncle Zhang. Seeing my embarrassment, Uncle Zhang was surprised and asked, "Zhe Zhe! Why don't you come home so late? Didn't your grandmother come to pick you up? " I gently "hmm". Uncle Zhang listened, without saying anything, pulled me on the bike and rode in the direction of my home. On the way, Uncle Zhang gave me his raincoat to prevent me from catching cold in the rain, and I got wet in the rain. I wanted to put a raincoat on uncle Zhang so that he wouldn't get wet, but he stubbornly returned it to me, saying that it didn't matter if he got wet himself, and it would be bad if I got wet and got sick. I listened to uncle Zhang's words, and my nose was sour and my eyes were blurred.
Half an hour later, Uncle Zhang finally sent me home safely. Grandma is preparing to pick me up at this time. It turned out that my wife was ill, and my grandmother went to help, so I couldn't leave for a while, which delayed the time to pick me up. Grandma is very grateful to Uncle Zhang and wants to pull him into the house for a cup of tea to warm himself up. Uncle Zhang waved his hand again and again, saying that he refused to enter the house and left in a hurry by bike. I didn't know it was so high until I looked at Uncle Zhang's distant back.
The composition behind is excellent 13. I hesitated and missed her back.
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Hometown is a familiar and unfamiliar name. In the deep mountains of his hometown, there is an old man who lives there alone.
Grandpa died early, and before grandma could scold him more, he died. There is only one person living in the house, which is a bit lonely.
Grandma's voice is calm every time she calls, but I know she is very happy inside. We often visit her, too. She was already waiting when we entered the house. She kept asking questions when she saw us coming. I still remember how kind her smile was. She cooks a good dish for us every time. But when she is alone at home, she only has porridge and pickles for lunch.
Grandma is a thrifty person and has been living a mediocre life. Only when we come will she cook several good dishes. Grandma eats some meat occasionally, but most of the meat is fed to the dog, and some of it is reserved for the next day.
At sunset, we left, and she followed us with only concern in her eyes.
The car drove away slowly, and that was the first time I looked back at my grandmother. She left slowly, but looked back from time to time. When the dot went away, I could vaguely see the wrinkles and thin figure on her face, and I couldn't help but feel sad. Grandma hobbled along, leaving no clouds, only shallow footprints in the soil, drifting away.
I can see figures and steps. There is no vigorous parting, only the back, like a pair of invisible eyes, watching us.
One stormy afternoon, thunder roared, lightning flashed before my eyes like a golden light, and the whole sky was dark. In the hazy rain and fog, I saw an old man squatting on a telephone pole. Seeing the "shameless" behavior of the old man, I rushed towards the old man.
When I walked up to the old man, I was shocked and couldn't believe what I saw. I saw the old man holding an old umbrella in his left hand. He is holding a rusty blade in his right hand, trying to tear up all the small advertisements. If he can't tear it off, he will shave off the small advertisement with a blade. He also spilled the water out of the bucket, so that the glue wouldn't stick quickly and it was convenient for him to cut small advertising paper. He also kept rubbing small advertisements and scraping colorful advertising papers on telephone poles. I looked at the old man's bent back, and his calloused hands were bloodshot with sharp blades. I saw his brow furrowed, his teeth clenched and his body trembled slightly. I only heard him say to himself, "People are posting small advertisements now, alas ..."
Seeing this, my heart ached. I watched his back as he walked to one telephone pole after another. I think this figure is great. I do good deeds silently and don't want people to know. No one can replace it. ...
Excellent composition in the back 15 We have read "The Back" written by Mr. Zhu Ziqing, who is full of fatherly love. Now reading the back of a community cleaner will definitely be different! -Inscription "Brush brush brush." Just before dawn, rays of golden light shot out of the fog like swords. Kobanawa grass immersed in the fog, showing a sweet smile. Vaguely, a familiar figure gradually entered my field of vision. It turned out to be the cleaning staff of the community-Aunt Lin cleaning! I saw her hunched back, bent over, waving a broom with a dead tree-like hand, and those naughty scraps of paper and peels were obediently swept into the dung bucket under her command. Sometimes, she goes through the garbage in the trash can with her hands. Some of the garbage stinks, looking at her rickety back and thinking about her skinny hands. Every time I pass her, I always cover my nose in a hurry. It was another cold morning, and a pupil hurried downstairs with a schoolbag on his back. It happened that Aunt Lin was sweeping the floor again. The child happened to bump into Aunt Lin. Mrs. Lin staggered, and the dung bucket drew an arc in the air and fell to the ground with a bang. Aunt Lin's hard-swept garbage scattered and fled. I thought: no, that child will be baptized by the storm! Aunt Lin was just stunned. She quickly squatted down and helped her little classmate say, "Aunt didn't hurt you, did she?" The little boy looked at his aunt with amazing eyes and said timidly, "Aunt, I'm fine. Sorry. " Said, and then disappeared at the gate of the community. Aunt Lin bent down again, waving a broom with a dead tree-like hand, and the sound of "brushing" sounded again over the community. My heart suddenly shook, and I suddenly found that her stooped back looked unusually tall and beautiful in the twilight of dawn.