It began to rain outside the window. I especially like the sound of rain dripping on the ground since I was a child. It feels very cold, which makes people want to get into bed and have a warm sleep. I moved a stool, sat on the windowsill, and looked out, and my vision gradually blurred?

It's almost five years since junior high school. I spend most of my time at school. I am not as familiar with the feeling of home as I used to be. All I remember is my weak figure and the hand that my mother kept holding when she stood in front of my house and watched me go back to school.

Life at the beginning of junior high school is really hard. Because my home is dozens of kilometers away, I started boarding. At that time, we knew nothing about the world, even if we were curious about the new environment, it was difficult to adapt well in a short time. Although at home, I am used to doing housework, such as washing clothes and washing dishes, but what makes me feel difficult is not physical work, because I miss home, I go home once a week; Because I can't live without my mother's warmth, I endure that kind of sour tears again and again. My mother said: As her son, you should learn to be strong. My mother didn't come to see me often and bought me a flashlight. At that time, there were no street lamps in the school, and my mother knew it. So this flashlight became my reliance. Whenever I am helpless, I will hold my mother's flashlight, so I will feel that my mother is by my side and I am not alone.

Mother is not superstitious, but she would rather believe something. I had a serious illness at the beginning of this year, and I haven't recovered for more than a week now. Some people say that this is my bad luck this year. After a long illness, my mother is also very anxious. She prayed to God and Buddha everywhere, begging for my safety. Every time she goes home, her mother always brings back some amulets, saying that they can eliminate disasters and solve problems. I will keep these amulets well, not because I am weak and superstitious, but because it is what my mother wants and represents her love. But, mom, you know what? In fact, you are my amulet.

It is raining harder and harder. A drop of rain fell on my hand. I closed the window coldly. The rain beat against the window, forming countless drops of water. The world outside the window seems to be smaller, and home seems to be near. I stretched out my hand and touched it, as if touching my mother's loving face?

As far as I can remember, there are few smiles on my mother's face, but this does not affect her original kindness. I vaguely remember the long-lost smile on my mother's face when I mentioned her article published in the school magazine. I know my mother is happy for me, although she didn't say anything. Now, I try to write more, hoping that more works can be printed in type, in exchange for my mother's smile. I use my own name for every article I contribute, for fear that my mother won't recognize other names when she sees them.

In the days when I was studying at school, whether it was heavy snow, frosty leaves or thunderstorms, my mother's thin figure and her hand, which had been raised, often appeared in front of me. With the passage of time and the increase of study burden, I go home less and less. My mother only said one thing about it? Call me back more when you are free? . This reminds me of the scene that often appears on TV: someone comes back from a distant place, and his long-staying relatives embrace him with open arms. But the reality will not be like this. Relatives will only silently take the bag and gently say:? Come back! ? Later, I gradually realized that my mother had a pair of eyes looking at my back in her hand holding the ground. Those eyes were projected in the footprints of every endless year I stepped on, encouraging me to walk through every night.

Postscript: How many students pursue their dreams on the bridge built by their mothers, and how many people have gone through a difficult life accompanied by lonely and thin figures. Chilean writer mistral conveyed to one of our mothers: Don't think I'm connected to my flesh and blood because I'm pregnant with him. When he walks freely in the field in the future, even in the horizon, the wind that hits him will tear my flesh. My voice is in his cry. Alas, my child, my smile is actually a reflection of your face. ? Yes, maternal love is too common. Because of the ordinary, it is everywhere, goes deep into our hearts, and gives us the strength of decisive battle, the wisdom of struggle and the whole meaning of life.

Composition 2: The Invisible Hand

Eyes can express the most sincere feelings in people's hearts. The ear can hear the wonderful notes played by everything. Mouth, can say the most sincere wishes in my heart. The nose can smell all kinds of unique smells in the world. Where's the hand? Hands can soothe pain and bring sunshine. It can also guide us in our confusion.

But have you ever thought that hands are actually invisible? Sometimes, it is like a sentence, soothing your sadness and loneliness. Sometimes, it is a promise and an agreement that connect us. Hand, sometimes simple, sometimes profound, but this hand can also lead me best.

When I was in the third grade, the boys and girls in my class were divided into several factions. It can be said that the word unity was not found in the dictionary of our class at that time. And that's when I quarreled with the girls in my class. I remember I was sad and lonely. But once, a girl who used to play well with me reached out to me as if to comfort me: Don't be sad, you still have my good friend. ? Then we made up our minds to unite the whole class. After many setbacks and failures, we finally succeeded! Our class is very United and our grades are slowly improving.

Another time was at a basketball game. Our main players can't play because of injury. As soon as we learned the news, we were all anxious like ants on hot bricks. ? The referee blew the whistle and let the players from both teams play. We were even more anxious, but we managed to bite the bullet. Before I took a step, I felt my shoulders suddenly heavy. Looking back, it turned out to be the main force. She patted me and a girl on the shoulder. I don't know why the main shot is finished, but I still feel so heavy on my shoulders. No, they are heavier than before. I went on stage with questions. But only after I went on the field did I understand what was going on. We are the only one with a good foundation besides the main force in the team. She wants us to win the championship for her. At that time, we changed our usual lazy style of play, and everyone was surprisingly serious and sharp, thinking? Main force, we received your heart. ? In the end, we really won the first place.

There's one more thing that I still can't forget. It's the graduation ceremony of the sixth grade. At that time, we were all silent who liked noise. It's almost time to part, and it's hard to avoid some disappointment in my heart. After all, we have been partners for six years. How can I forget what I once said? Finally, the silence was broken by one of the most active students in the class. He shouted:? Oh, dear! How can you die like this! It's not like we can't meet. Ok, we agreed that all members of Six (3) will meet in No.2 Middle School and No.3 Middle School in three years. ? Say that finish, he came to the middle of the classroom, stretched out a hand, dangling. Then the whole class raised their hands one after another, and everyone smiled at each other and shouted together: Six (3) exists forever!

This hand in hand has become a promise, an agreement, and we have to separate again.

This hand on the shoulder soothed our anxiety and gave us the important task of winning the championship.

This hand reached out to my eyes, stroking away all my sadness and loneliness, giving her and I confidence to unite the whole class.

This hand, this invisible hand, leads us to grow step by step?

Composition 3: An Invisible Hand

This is a huge and powerful hand.

? Notes before the text of a book or after the title of an article.

It, splitting hard rocks, let me see the small world; Lift me into space, through the thick atmosphere and enjoy the vast starry sky; It has also become a magical magician, making the flame rekindled and extinguished.

It accompanied my growth and recorded my joys and sorrows. This invisible hand is a textbook with infinite knowledge and wisdom, which gives me knowledge, happiness and sadness.

Childhood, in a happy kindergarten, textbooks are colorful patterns, lively and lovely lines. Sunshine avenue leading us to grow up.

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Textbooks are the key to wisdom and a good meal when you are hungry.

In the primary school classroom, vivid stories, beautiful songs, vivid figures and lovely punctuation marks remind me that I am in an ocean full of fairy tales.

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Textbooks are the best guide in life and our stars.

However, in junior high school, it not only pushed my boat to the other side, but also turned into a surging wave. That wonderful poem reminds me of infinite associations; An excellent article makes me unforgettable. However, the text must? Rotten memorization? Chewing words for exams is not my ideal textbook. It grabbed me and dragged me into the underground world with many words, making me unable to move and control myself. So-called? Walk a few miles and read thousands of books. ?

An invisible hand, sometimes, becomes a powerful knowledge backing; Sometimes, it becomes the terrible Wuzhishan?

Composition 4: Exam, a pair of invisible hands

I passed the final exam of the first grade, although I can't decide my fate, but my grade is second, my class is second, teachers in all subjects criticize me, and parents bombard me? This is enough for us.

That day, I walked into the examination room mechanically and sat upright in my seat, waiting for the invigilator. This is a blank in the brain. When I took the paper, my heart thumped, my scalp swelled, and the words on the paper jumped straight in front of my eyes. Think about what the teacher once said: I don't care if people don't change, and I'm not afraid of difficulties if people are difficult. ? So I opened my eyes, looked at the topic with rapt attention, and made a few small questions.

At this time, my heart calmed down and I answered questions faster. After you finish the correct questions, do some questions that seem accurate and will not be inaccurate. The exam is like a pair of invisible hands, pressing you and making you breathless. You will never get rid of him. At the same time, my mind is like a slide show, remembering how the teacher said this kind of question and how to explain the kind in the textbook. Write as much as possible. And then make a serious question? Cutting? Break it down into small pieces, then break it down into small pieces and try to solve it.

You need patience at this time, your mind is very ineffective and your thoughts are scattered. I can't do anything, but I don't want to fail and re-examine the questions. This invisible hand keeps putting pressure on me I really answered a question and suddenly I was very happy. However, nothing will be perfect. I have racked my brains for some problems to no avail, which really bothers me and makes me depressed.

90 minutes have passed. At this time, those hands are like a sword, which will pierce your heart at any time.

Examination, examination, those hands, are they gentle, cruel, happy or sad? !

Composition 5: Invisible Help

At that time, you will feel that everyone needs you. Do you know what to do here? , forever than? Take? Are you happy? Do you remember this sentence? This was written by Gorky, a great writer. Gorky said in the book that giving is always happier than that. Giving and taking here means giving and taking. We should try our best to help others, which reminds me of the medical team members and compatriots in the 5. 12 earthquake. They created miracles and were their invisible hands.

In ruins, there are cries everywhere, and rescue teams are crazy about saving people, but they often can't save them. The photographer behind them just dropped the camera to help, because the scene made it impossible for you to stand and watch. Most of the main teaching building of the school collapsed. There was a class at that time, and almost 100 many children were trapped below. All primary school students. Some soldiers who looked like firemen snatched more than a dozen children and more than 30 bodies from the ruins. Looking at those children who can't keep their eyes open with red scarves, she said that she suddenly felt that she didn't have the courage to speak. However, at the critical moment of rescue, the ruins of the teaching building suddenly moved due to aftershocks and crane operations, and may collapse again at any time. It is very dangerous to enter the ruins for rescue, which is almost equal to death. At that time, the fire commander gave a dead order to let those who entered the ruins evacuate immediately and wait until the collapse stabilized before entering. However, at this time, several soldiers who had just come out of the ruins shouted and found the child again. Hearing this, several soldiers ignored it and turned their heads to drill in. Just then, the collapse happened and a huge concrete block was sinking. The surrendered soldiers were immediately held back by other soldiers, and the two gangs were pulled up. Finally, the soldiers on the ruins were dragged to a safe place. A soldier who just took a child out of the ruins knelt down and cried and said to the person who dragged him, you asked me to save another one. I can save another one!

Seeing this situation, everyone cried, but everyone could do nothing but watch the ruins collapse for the second time. Later, the children were dug up, but only one was still alive. Everyone was crying when watching the young soldiers holding the surviving little girl in the rain and shouting and running to the tent where the rescue was located. This is an invisible helping hand, which can make people feel warm and happy.

Let's help others more and create world miracles with our hands!