Middle School Students' Composition "Government Building-That Lamp" in Yangchang, Ziyun County

Dear Mom:

Hello!

Ten years ago, on a rainy morning, mom, you finally looked at two sallow and emaciated children with tears in your eyes, pushed open the dilapidated house trembling, crossed the two acres of barren dry land where you worked for more than ten years, and left home with your father's stick covered in scars, and never heard from you again. Mom, your departure has undoubtedly made this family worse. The grumpy father seemed to have been poured cold water on his head and suddenly became silent. After a hearty meal, the family spent a long day after day.

Mom, a few years after you left home, people came and went on the adobe in front of your house, and it was very lively. It is said that the government building in WHO Town is under construction and the town government is moving. After the building was completed, it was not as grand and spectacular as expected. Officials entering and leaving the government building are not as serious as they thought.

Half a bag of borrowed rice has been eaten up, and everyone who can lend it to us has borrowed it several times. Dad sat on the threshold for a long time, frowning. Just when my sister and I were hungry, the village chief went home and took my father into the government building. After a while, each of them was carrying a bag of rice and drumming in the only place in the hall where it didn't rain. The sound of drumming is printed in my mind. I think it is the most beautiful sound in the world. Dad took the village head by the hand and repeatedly said, "Thank you, thank you." I was moved to my knees. The village chief quickly said, "Don't thank me, it was arranged by Secretary Wang."

Wang, the stationmaster of the Agricultural Science Station, told his father that it would be good to grow dictyophora in the two acres of thin land at home. Dad disagreed and smoked silently. Webmaster Wang did not relax because of his father's indifference. He ran home one after another and finally persuaded his father. He helped his father get a loan and invited technicians. They are busy doing their own thing. Dad was embarrassed to stand by and gradually became attentive. In the first year, selling bamboo shoots not only paid off the loan and the money borrowed from the neighbors, but my father also took me to the credit union to save 3000 yuan. When I was in the fourth grade, I solemnly wrote my father's name on the deposit slip: Zheng. I always think these three words are the most beautiful words I have ever written. Dad took two bottles of wine to thank stationmaster Wang. The stationmaster said: "It should be Mayor Yang who wants to thank. This is what he told me. "

The government building in front of us gradually stands tall and straight, and it is like a rich banquet, which makes our family worry about food and clothing.

Because of planting bamboo shoots, the next year, my father pulled down the hut and built a two-story bungalow. As a result, my father changed from "Zheng Lazy" in people's mouth to "Zheng Laoye" who planted Zhu Sun. The master invited him and Lucy called him. Even people in other villages ask him to teach their experience from time to time. Dad is very busy. On behalf of the government, stationmaster Wang also gave his father a little red book, hired him as the "bamboo sun planting instructor" in the village, and hung a plaque on the door of the new house that read "the leader of rural wealth". Dad's happy eyes have been sending the stationmaster into the government building.

I found that the government building seems to be much taller, just like an open umbrella, propping up a sunny day for our home.

Dad is illiterate and ashamed to be a "master Zheng" and "instructor". It happens that the "two basics" office is going to run literacy classes in the village. Xue, director of the "two basics" office, ran to Zhusun shed and took his father's hand, and drew a circle on the roster of students in literacy classes, so dad became the first literacy class student in the village. Dad studies very hard, asks questions with literacy textbooks, asks teachers in literacy classes, and asks my sister and me at home. My sister and I nicknamed him "Problem Dad". Dad's stupidity won the praise of the literacy teacher. He gave him many old newspapers. If he gets a treasure, as long as he has time, he will write in the newspaper with a pencil, ballpoint pen or brush, do calculations and read aloud. That look is like being a graduate student. Because of his father's efforts, he learned a lot of knowledge. A year later, my father "graduated" from the first literacy class with excellent results. What makes my father most proud is that he has become the permanent monitor of the literacy class: in the next literacy class, Director Xue asked my father to accompany him as the monitor, and the students called him "the old monitor". Dad's knowledge is getting higher and higher, and everyone in the village says that dad is a college student in the literacy class. My sister and I don't think it is too much. Dad became very polite and said "hello" to everyone. On the day my father received his literacy certificate, he ran into the "two basics" office in three steps and said to Director Xue, "I can read, I have knowledge, Director Xue, I have feelings ... thank you". Director Xue said: "Thank you for what, this is the special charge of Mayor Pan."

Dad walked out of the government building, and I found that the government building is actually magnificent, just like the pagoda at the top of Ziyun Tower, which supports the backbone of our family.

Near the Olympic Games, my father bought a color TV, and the stationmaster Chen of the radio station came to connect the wires and adjust the sky. Soon he received 43 radio stations. Father said happily, "During the Olympic Games, you can cheer for your country in front of the TV."

Television excited my father and plunged him into extreme grief. In the Wenchuan earthquake, my father sat in front of the TV all day and always cried: tears for the tragic situation of Sichuan compatriots and tears for the hero's earthquake relief. Dad took out his wallet from the bottom of the box, gave it to his sister 50 yuan, gave me 50 yuan, put 100 yuan in his arms and said, "If the school organizes donations, you can donate." The next morning, my father ran to the office of the government building and donated 100 yuan to the disaster area.

Where will you go in the disaster area is a great blow to my father. He becomes depressed, which even reminds him of his mother's missing you. Mom, where are you?

Dad likes playing with the cigarette rod behind the door more and more. This cigarette rod is one of the few things left over from the hut, and my father used it to smoke leaf cigarettes. I heard from my uncle that this cigarette rod was interrupted when my father hit you. After you left home, dad secretly connected, but the interface left a scar. Dad used emery cloth to polish whenever he had time, but the scar was still clearly visible. Uncle Liu of the government knew about the tobacco rod and found a copper ring to cover the broken mark. Then he said meaningfully to his father, "Some scars can't be healed by one person. Only when the whole family is reunited will the inner trauma fade away and disappear. In the future, I will inquire about my sister-in-law. " Uncle Liu patted his chest and went back to work in the government building.

Suddenly, I feel that the majestic government building has become very warm, just like the spring rain after the end of winter, which makes people feel infinite warmth and comfort after boredom.

Mom, our hometown is completely different from the past. The Getu River has been declared as a national scenic spot. I usually like to lean against the wall of the government building and stare at the road, watching the traffic coming and going, and secretly swear that I will be admitted to the tourism school in the future and become a tour guide to introduce the beautiful and mysterious Getu to more people.

In the middle of the night, the smooth tiles of the government building reflect the moonlight, making the small courtyard hidden in the shade shine. My father and I sat on a small stone bench in the yard. Dad said slowly, "I wish your mother could go home?" I didn't speak, with tears in my eyes, pretending to count the stars. Dad smoked a cigarette and looked at the government building lost in thought. The yard is very quiet, and occasionally I hear the rustling of leaves in the wind.

"Wei, look-"Dad pointed to the front and said loudly, which startled me.

"See what?" I asked.

"The government building is very bright, like a lamp." Dad said.

My heart was shocked, and I couldn't help but respect my father. Dad said something I couldn't express for a long time. Yes, the government building is a lamp. It gives us warmth, guides us and enlarges our hearts.

Go home, mom! In order to make up for the fact that my sister and I don't have a mother around, to give my father a chance to confess to you, and to have a happy family. The construction of new countryside has brought great changes to my hometown, but I believe that as long as you go home, you will definitely find your way home. Because our home is under that lamp, he is brightly lit in the hearts of the villagers day and night.

Mom, go home! Dad will take my sister and me and wait for you under the lamp.

I am here to convey

welcome

Always miss your son Xiao Rong.

20 12 April 19 Thursday