Everyone has his unforgettable figure, some may be mom and dad, some may be friends and classmates. The following is an unforgettable junior high school composition I arranged for you. I hope you like it!
Unforgettable figure junior high school composition (the first 1 article), butterflies fly trembling in spring; You see, the new moon in midsummer stole the joy; Look, the fallen leaves in late autumn leave with a sigh; Look, the winter solstice snow covers the crying. The passage of time is always so unpredictable, and it rains on a sunny day.
When I was seven years old, my mother's back was so tall and big that I thought I could stand on the ground and go against the sky. In the early morning sunshine, my mother's big hand took my little hand, and I walked beside her. Suddenly, I found her long shadow, so I shook off her hand and stepped on the shadow in front of her. Step by step, my mother saw it and couldn't help laughing. The smile on her face warmed my heart.
When I was nine years old, my mother's back was so warm that I felt cold in winter. Under the cold wind, my mother's face flushed, and the white breath gradually dissipated with the cold wind. Her fingers trembled slightly and she seemed to be holding something in her hand. I ran to her regardless of the cold wind and hugged the warm figure. It's cold, but my heart is warm. "I bought you a baked sweet potato. It's still hot Eat quickly! " I took the baked sweet potato, which was very hot. Although it can warm my hands, it is not as warm as my mother's.
At the age of eleven, my mother was no longer tall. Summer rain washed away the filth in the world and people's hearts. My mother came back from outside in a hurry, and she had to protect the printed materials tightly. She looked at me guiltily and gasped, "It's raining outside, so maybe some water dropped on it. Please see if it still works. If not, I will reprint it. " Mother's hair dripped a little rain and her voice began to tremble. I don't know if it's cold or wheezing. I took the information and looked at my mother's wet figure, slender and fragile. This is a very light paper, but it is heavy at the moment.
I went to junior high school this year, and my study task became heavier. I seldom walked with my mother. One night, my mother suddenly said to me, "Come for a walk with me." I think today's homework is finished, and I haven't gone for a walk with my mother for a long time. Go. Walking on the road, the street lamp makes my mother's shadow long. I tried to step on her shadow like when I was a child, one step, two steps ... I found that her shadow was not as long as before. I looked up and saw my mother half a head shorter than me, with a sour nose.
Time is a trip that never comes back. The good and the bad are all landscapes. I have seen your sadness and sigh, and I have seen the four seasons. I want to tell you all this. ...
I hope we can all read those numbers in our lives.
Unforgettable figure junior high school composition (part two) Autumn wind is rustling, and golden leaves are shining in the sun like stars. In this late autumn season, golden leaves always remind people of the passage of time, of you, dad, wandering in this tree-lined figure.
Yellow leaves fall on your thin shoulders, on your white-haired head, and on your slightly protruding beer belly ... Your thick palms are covered with calluses, which are the traces left by busy years, from busy work, to busy helping me with my homework, to busy doing housework ... Every autumn night, I can always hear you tell beautiful stories, and your figure always looks so deep in the night. The stronger the wind, the more leaves will fall on your forehead, shoulders and back ... but your figure is still firmly standing in the autumn leaves.
How many storms have your thin figure sheltered me? Brought me infinite warmth. I remember the autumn before last, when you took me for a walk in the forest, a casual cold rain suddenly hit me, and the rain fell on my face like naughty beans. I shrink my neck and tremble with cold, and you seem to notice. You are wearing a thin coat, so don't hesitate to take off your coat and put it on for me. Wrapped in a coat, I am much warmer, but you are shivering and hug my shoulder affectionately while walking. I looked up at you, but you smiled and said, "Nothing, Dad is not cold." In an instant, a warm current came to my mind, and I burst into tears involuntarily.
The sun shines through the cracks in the leaves, and the mottled light is swaying on you. I just woke up from a trance and you were still standing there quietly. I can't help crying. A yellow leaf falls on you, you gently pick it up and show a smile. At this time, you are very much like that fallen leaf. Although you are old, you still guard the young me.
In the late autumn of the year before last, the figure covered with fallen leaves was an indelible mark of my life.
Unforgettable figure junior high school composition (part 3) smiling father seems to be helpless, and his beard makes him darker.
For several years, my father earned money by strength-every early spring, before the ice and snow melted, my parents raised rapeseed in the greenhouse. Small vegetable seedlings germinated, and parents took good care of them to make them grow up smoothly. In this way, it is not Chaoyang but Dad who greets the villagers every morning. He walked in the cold street, shouting "local fresh vegetables"! That familiar and kind figure has always remained in everyone's heart, as well as in mine-tall and simple.
That morning, dad walked out of the gate happily, but at noon, he came back in a hoarse voice-"children, dad is back, please pick me up!" " "Seeing my father's sweaty face and big black hands, I know that my father is very hard. When my father washed his feet at night, I saw the big blisters under his feet and thought, "Dad, buy a motorcycle. "My brother said with concern." Dad, you'd better buy a horn, "I said, blushing because I knew dad wouldn't pay attention to our suggestion." Dad just shook his head: "Alas, not yet! "Well, forget it, hurry up and wash and sleep, and bring up your grades so that I won't be tired." We fell asleep helplessly. The next day, when we woke up, we couldn't hear his cry clearly because his voice was hoarse.
I remember a rainy day. After school, several classmates and I crossed the road with beautiful umbrellas. A classmate said, "Look, it's raining. The old man is pushing a car to sell things. Really not afraid of rain to make money! " I looked up and recognized my father at a glance. It is almost impossible to carve out the figure and features. He stood in the rain without an umbrella and was soaked to the skin. "Dad ..." I ran to give my father an umbrella. At that moment, I was ashamed and cried and asked my father for money to buy this beautiful umbrella.
Later, my father sold more vegetables and the car was heavy. Every morning, I watched my father go out and looked at the familiar, kind and simple figure for a long time. ...
Unforgettable figure junior high school composition (Part IV) Autumn wind blows, and some yellow leaves are vaguely found, either up or down, or left or right, drooping in the wind. Looking at these yellow leaves, a figure appeared in my mind.
That autumn, the rice field was a mature scene, and the rice was bent with laughter. Layers of rice waves are glowing with golden luster, waiting for us to harvest in the autumn wind. We are busy harvesting rice.
It happened that grandma came, because grandma was old and we were busy harvesting rice, so mom asked grandma to stay at home and rest and cook at noon. But grandma often goes to the rice fields to see. Seeing that we were tired, she always went to the fields to help, but mom and dad advised us not to listen. I was so ignorant at that time. Seeing my grandmother coming to help me, I laughed to myself: Great. I can finish harvesting rice and go to bed early.
Grandma walked gingerly to the edge of the rice field, bent down with difficulty, carefully picked up the rice with her hands full of blue veins, took a small step to her father (mother), and then went to another place to hold another small pile of rice ... In the autumn wind, messy gray hair floated on her old cheeks, and I saw her sunken eyes and wrinkled face. At this moment, I saw her holding rice in the wind. Well, now think about why I didn't understand at that time. People as old as my grandmother should rest at home.
Last summer vacation, my parents, my brother and I went home to visit my grandmother. In the car, I smelled a smell of fragrant rice. When I looked out of the window, it was all golden rice. At this time, in the glittering and translucent tears, I saw grandma helping us harvest rice. When I went back, I looked at my grandmother until her figure was blurred and out of sight. My eyes left her and my tears flowed down.
Autumn is coming again, and I see the slender and old figure again. That's my grandmother who stumbled but insisted on helping to collect rice! When leaves turn yellow, they will fall off. If they fall off, green leaves will grow next spring. But time has taken away grandma's youth, and she will never grow green leaves like leaves again.
Unforgettable figure junior high school composition (Part 5) Time flies like water, and many memories fade with the passage of time. But one thing impressed me deeply and moved me deeply, and that is the deep maternal love.
I remember it was when I was in grade one. One snowy morning, it snowed all night, flying like goose feathers, the north wind blowing, and the sun hid its smiling face. On this cold winter morning, my mother hurried me to have breakfast, filled some hot soybean milk in a thermos cup, and took me by the hand to the station to take me to school.
Walking on the road, the snow crunched under your feet. There are already a bunch of people standing at the station, waiting anxiously, looking in the direction of the car from time to time, and some rubbing their hands and stamping their feet there because of the cold weather. At this moment, my mother handed me the thermos cup filled with hot soybean milk. Although it looks like an ordinary thermos cup, it spread all over my body as soon as I held it. Watching the people waiting for the bus turn red with cold, I am secretly proud of this warmth.
At this time, I don't know who exclaimed a car. Looking up, I saw a bus passing slowly and staggeringly, looking like a tired old cow from a distance. As soon as the bus stops, people are flocking to wait for it. I am too small and weak to be pushed behind. People crowded in the car refused to give way to each other. My mother defended me and said, let the child go, let the child go. Although my mother has a loud voice, those people don't seem to hear her. Finally, under the protection of my mother, I was the last one to be pushed into the car. At this time, the door closed, and the hand my mother pushed behind me had not been taken back. At that moment, with the sound of the car door closing, I saw my mother cry out in pain. Mother's hand was squeezed heavily by the car door. At the same time, my heart seems to have been pulled and it hurts faintly, but the car has already started, and my mother is still standing in the snowstorm at the station watching the car go away. At this time, I don't know whether my tears blurred my eyes or the snow blurred the window. I saw my mother standing in the snow rubbing her hands. I feel the snow outside is getting heavier, and the wind blows up my mother's skirts. I blew the hair on my mother's forehead, and I shouted: Mom, come home early! But as soon as I opened my mouth, my nose was sore and my eyes were hot, and two lines of tears had already flowed to my cheeks.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, five years have passed, and I have changed from an ignorant child to a fifth-grade student, but my mother's figure in the snow is still deeply imprinted in my mind.