1: A composition with a little bit of truth 611-word composition The second day of the second day

The sun is setting, and I am walking home.

When I look at my shadow pointing to one side, my eyes are full of colorful apertures, and I feel that my body is receiving the last power of the sun in a day. From the bottom of my heart, I am amazed at nature: this beautiful world is like a fairyland, and the sunset is indispensable.

however, when you step into the threshold of home, you will deeply appreciate the warmth of home, which is the true meaning that will never change.

The mixed colors are vivid, and the familiar smells are floating in the air. Gently walk to the desk, sit down, let the warmth of home accompany you to swim in the sea of books, and slowly lean back in the chair when you are tired, close your eyes and relax your mind.

from time to time, I was pushed to the dining table by the attractive aroma of that home-cooked meal. Before I sat down, my mother rushed out of the kitchen, half squinting, hooked up some of the biggest pieces of meat in the steaming saucepan, and while blowing hard, she hurriedly sent them to my bowl. The warm scene is so simple and ordinary, but you can get the most delicious food in the world, because the dishes are filled with the infinite care and endless love of your parents.

in the evening, sitting by the TV with my family, making eye contact with each other, discussing topics or thinking about life, isn't that a kind word, and I don't know every word? Do they all reflect the warmth of home? Forget about some troubles in study and work, throw away the heavy package from the bottom of my heart, and share the happy things with each other at the same time, experience the happiness, and let the source of happiness flow endlessly in my heart. Not only can you experience the fun, but you can also share the sadness. Isn't the true feelings given by your family a gas station where you can get up the courage and confidence to face life? Therefore, the true feelings of home are the most natural expression.

At this time, it's nearly midnight, and I'm driving slowly to the bed with a tired body. The bed is my destination tonight and the starting point of my dream. I tilted my pillow a little and pulled out two books. I didn't cry because of the wandering scene in the book, but I was happy because of the joy in the book. I hid all my feelings in my heart, but didn't appear on the surface, and soon I came to sleep through words.

once again, I stood in the sunset and pointed to the sunset in the west and said, "I will never praise you again, because the true feelings revealed at home are the best." Article 2: A composition with a little bit of true feelings 611-word composition The second day of the second day

There are no traces of time. When we suddenly look back and look through our hearts, there are always sections of memories that leave deep traces in our lives and cannot be forgotten. Whenever we pick it up, there is always a long-lost impulse in our hearts, which is moving.

One autumn, I went to school and found that many female students in our class were wearing very beautiful sweaters, red, yellow and pink, like blooming flowers, which dazzled me and made me envious!

when I got home, I told my mother about it. My mother immediately went to the wool shop and bought me some beautiful wool, so she began to knit me a sweater. My mother first took out the knitting needle from the plastic bag, then wrapped the wool around the two knitting needles for several times, hooked the wool with the index finger of my right hand, and wrapped it around the needle held by my right hand, then my right hand moved up. Mother is very skillful in knitting sweaters. She knits quickly with hard-working hands, infiltrating her mother's feelings for her daughter into a needle and a thread.

in order to make me put on a beautiful sweater as soon as possible, my mother showed it off in front of my classmates. She forgot to eat and sleep and knitted quickly. One night, when I got up and went to the toilet, I saw my mother knitting a sweater for me with dim sleep. I looked up at the clock: Ah! It's one o'clock, and my mother is still knitting a sweater for me. Looking at my mother's exhausted hands, my tears fell from my eyes like broken beads. I rushed to my mother and held her hand and said, "Mom, it's a little late. Why don't you sleep?" Mother said, "I'll knit the sleeves of this sweater and sleep."

Three days passed, and my mother knitted the sweater quickly. Looking at my mother Qing Wu's eyes and tired hands, I couldn't help crying. That afternoon, I put on a new sweater and went to the classroom. As soon as I entered the door, a female classmate surrounded me and said, "Your sweater is really beautiful!" " After listening to her praise, I smiled happily and was deeply moved by my mother's good intentions.

moving is not a simple tears, nor a superficial feeling of sadness, but an inner feeling, which is a spiritual sound between people. When you are touching others, you will also touch yourself. So my friend, when you feel lonely in your heart, please spare a little time to relive the unforgettable touches! At that moment, your spiritual home will be full of beautiful and moving flowers. And guide you to the front. Chapter 3: A composition with a little bit of truth 611-word composition

Caring is a drop of dew, which can moisten people's hearts; Caring is a ray of warm sunshine, which can make people feel extremely warm; Caring is a bright light, which can make people find the way forward; Caring is a magical power, which can give people endless power.

As the saying goes, "The lush forest stems from close connection, and people's touch is based on mutual care." Care, warm others, sublimate yourself. Also, the sun shines on everything on the earth and cares for everyone around you. Caring has propped up the blue sky of the soul ...

We can see and hear touching scenes of mutual help between people everywhere in our lives, and we also have our own personal experience of true feelings, all of which are touching, and I am no exception.

That was a story I saw on my mobile phone. Although it didn't happen to me, it still made me cry.

the thing is this: on a hot summer day, the sun is baking the earth, and the whole world is like a boiling stove, and no place is cool. But despite this, there is a man who runs around the city with the big sun on his back, just to complete the task and let more people have dinner as soon as possible. He has been exercising, tired and hot, and he is so tired that he is sweating, but he has no regrets. He is the takeaway brother. That day, he only had a few takeaways left, probably because he was in a hurry. When he was on the stairs, he accidentally fell down, spilled some food, and cut a deep hole in his leg. Blood immediately flowed out of it, but he didn't waste any time. He stood up at once and hurried to the house where the order was placed. When he arrived, he was severely scolded by the buyer because the food was spilled, but he didn't refute it, but kept on.

after the delivery, I continued to go to another house. Finally, there was only one copy left, and he limped to the next one. He knock knock, the door opened, and a woman in her thirties and forties walked out. He took the takeaway and immediately saw the scar on the leg of the takeaway brother. He hurriedly let him in and bandaged him, but the takeaway Xiaoke repeatedly refused, and finally she persuaded him. The man also told him how to protect the wound while dressing, and how to pay attention to bacterial infection ... The takeaway brother was very moved. I thought: No buyer has ever cared so much about me. Today I really met a noble person. Seeing this, I shed tears of emotion.

takeaway brother, who serves us in the cold and heat every day, but someone scolds them, so we should take care of each other in the future.

There are true feelings everywhere in the world. As long as we lend a helping hand, love will appear. Let's try our best to help others, and the world will become a better place! Chapter 4: Writing with a little bit of truth 611-word composition < P > In this world, I am most grateful to my parents. It was they who raised me with broad minds and deep love, and tolerated everything. They gave me the right to come into this world.

Our parents have done a lot for us. We must know how to repay and honor our parents. For us, there is no need to do something earth-shattering to honor our parents. As long as we pay more attention to the little things around us and start from bit by bit, our parents will feel it and feel comforted.

I remember last May, one day, my father went on a business trip. At about ten o'clock the next night, my mother suddenly had a bad stomachache and a fever! What should we do? I'm as anxious as an ant on hot bricks-running around. Suddenly, I frowned and thought about it-looking for my aunt! So I immediately called my aunt. My aunt rushed to my house at once, and my aunt and I quickly helped my mother downstairs. Before I went downstairs, I was afraid that my mother would catch cold when she went out to blow, so I helped her put on a coat. Then my aunt called a taxi and took my mother to the hospital together ...

When I got home, I learned to help my mother decoct medicine just like my mother took care of me when I was sick. Pour boiling water and feed mom medicine. I was busy until after 1: 11 in the morning, and I lay down exhausted ...

At 6: 11 the next morning, I went to the vegetable market to buy the semi-fat pork that my mother liked to eat, and learned the way my mother used to cook porridge for my mother. I also put a hot towel on my mother's head. She saw this bit by bit. Although her mother was still very weak, she said happily, "My son has grown up and knows his mother."

at ordinary times, I also know how to honor my parents. When I am free, I will help my parents do some housework as much as I can, such as beating their backs, washing pillows and towels, washing socks and so on. When my parents are busy at work, I cook by myself.

a little bit of filial piety to offer true feelings. In fact, as long as we pay more attention to our parents at ordinary times, starting from the little things around us and starting from bit by bit, we will fully fulfill our filial piety to our parents. From a little bit of filial piety, we can reflect our true love for our parents! Let's be filial children together! Chapter 5: A composition with a little bit of truth 611-word composition

It seems small, but it contains extraordinary significance, especially I regret it.

Yes, it was a hot afternoon. I was waiting for the bus, and the sun overhead almost cooked people. My legs are numb and my eyes are blurred. Fortunately, at this time, the bus came, which is really a blessing in disguise! I got on the bus and looked at the people on the bus. They all looked listless!

that's right. It should be like this on such a hot day. I found a seat and sat down. After several stops, people gradually increased. After a while, the bus was crowded with people and there were not enough seats. At this time, an old man came up, in his seventies, with an old and wrinkled face and a bag of rice in his hand. I think that such an old man should be given her seat, but after several minutes, the people in the car are still indifferent. I thought about myself ... but then I thought, my legs are really sore now, so I'd better not let them! But I said to myself in my heart: I am a young pioneer. If I don't give up my seat ... Just as I was struggling, a little girl who was only seven or eight years old stood up from her seat and said to the old woman, "Grandma, please sit here with me." The old woman said in surprise, "Little girl, you are so young … you'd better sit down!" " The little girl smiled and replied, "Grandma, sit down! You are still carrying this bag of rice! I'm fine, I can be my father's lap. " As she said this, she glanced at her father, and her father returned an appreciative look. Finally, the old woman finally agreed.

and this scene made me feel ashamed, my face burned, and I thought, why can't I even compare with a child? At this time, I looked up at the people who were sitting in the car safely. They all seemed to be red-faced. I think they must be thinking the same thing as me.

Although this is a trivial matter, it makes me see the goodness, feel the affection, and understand what the teacher said: Don't act on the small good, and don't act on the small evil! Giving up your seat may be a little effort, and such a little kindness can help those around you who need help. Why not? Chapter 6: A composition with a little bit of truth 611-word composition

Life is wonderful because of the embellishment of love and warm because of the nourishment of love. A scene from a few years ago is relived in my mind. It is like a shining star embedded in my memory.

it was a hot summer day, and there was no wind at all, and cicadas cried dully. I twisted my nose and squeezed into the car, searching for a seat. At this time, I touched a pair of calm and warm eyes, which were engraved on a face with a sincere smile. It was a girl who was a few years older than me and dressed simply. She waved to me and motioned me to sit down beside her. When I walked by, she showed me a friendly smile again.

on the way, I was very tired and sat in the car. I looked blankly out of the window, and the wheat fields and trees left me in the grinding of the wheels. The car is noisy, and the smell of fish and human body is mixed together, which makes the air very stuffy.

at this time, when the car passed a very rugged mountain road, the body shook badly. The people in the car are teetering like puppets hanging out of thin air. I have to flutter back and forth, my whole body is stretched tightly, and my head is devoured like thousands of ants. A hot air rises from the chest, which seems to be disgusting and painful. At this time, a hand tightly holding me, let me balance the body, I have felt less pain. The hand still holds my arm tightly, as if conveying an unknown heat and warmth. It flows from my brain to my toes. Looking back at the owner of the hands, it is the calm and warm eyes and silent smile.

The next journey has lost the feeling of pain and anxiety, and it seems to be filled with warmth around me. The car is still noisy, and people are still coming and going on the road, but at the edge of the universe, the cold is melting and the warmth is spreading.

In the chaos of life, when thousands of troops are surging towards you and the whole world is spinning, you can always find warm support. This is the true feelings in the world, which seems familiar and unfamiliar.