My mother is very kind. My mother is a teacher. She taught me to be honest and generous from an early age and cultivated my good character from an early age.
There is one thing I can't forget. It was a hot afternoon, and the sun scorched the earth like a big fireball. I sat in my room and kept fanning, but my sweat kept rolling down. I said to my mother, "Mom! It's hot, it's hot! I want to eat popsicles. " Mom said, "Come on, I'll take you to buy some popsicles." He picked up his wallet.
When I got to the place where I bought popsicles, I chose popsicles. My mother took out a whole ticket for 50 yuan from her purse and handed it to my uncle who bought popsicles. After my uncle found the money, my mother and I hurried home.
When I got home, my mother counted and said to herself, "Huh? No, it's all 45 yuan money. How can I get back 47 yuan? " Hearing this, I said happily, "Great! People who buy popsicles are really confused. They are looking for more 2 yuan money. Mom, can I have 2 yuan? " My mother glared at me and said angrily, "send 2 yuan more back, you can't take advantage of small things!" " ! Besides, it is not easy for people to sell popsicles! "Say that finish, my mother braved the hot sun of * * * and sent 2 yuan money to others.
When I sleep at night, I can't sleep in bed. When I think of the things during the day, I suddenly understand that a man should start from bit by bit, and can't do things that are sorry for others because of the small advantages in front of him. This incident gave me a great education. I love my mother and I admire her from the bottom of my heart!
2. Write a person's composition through one or two things. There is only one color in my world, white and pale.
Open the photo album, and a family portrait comes into view clearly. Behind this house is a pale wall. When I was five years old, I sat in my grandmother's arms in a daze. Looking at this photo evokes memories of the past.
I remember when I was a child, the relationship between my father and grandpa was not good. The reason is that I just finished repairing the house and owe a lot of debts. My grandfather was very ill at this time, and the whole family had to lend him money to see a doctor. Father is fierce, and his face is black every day. My grandmother always sits in her room and cries helplessly. I naively took my father's hand and told him not to get angry and stop scolding him. Dad shook my hand hard and shouted, "What do you know? It is not that he is ill. Can we owe so much debt? " I was scared to cry. Grandma came to my arms and dried my tears, but I cried myself. I understand a truth in my little heart, that is, if I am sick, my father will not want me.
One afternoon after school, I ran home in the rain and had a high fever in the middle of the night. When I woke up, I was lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by snow-white walls. I thought my father was leaving me and was pulled back by the doctor in tears. He kindly told me that your parents have gone out and will be back soon. Don't be afraid, be good. Give this paper to your father when you see him. He tucked me in and went out. I can read about the doctor ignoring me. When he went out, I dug out the paper. It was a lab test. Congenital heart disease is impressively printed on white paper. I don't know how serious this disease is, but I know that if I get sick, my father will leave me. I hid it secretly. For some reason, the doctor didn't mention my illness to them, so I forgot. So mom and dad have been in the dark.
It was really a paper bag, until a physical examination five years later, my father finally knew the truth. I looked at my father in fear. Father shut himself in the room without saying anything. I heard him cry like a woman. I heard my father cry for the first time. My heart was tied tightly together, and the doctor said, "This child is hopeless after this year, and he missed the opportunity of the best treatment." In that pale house, I heard my own heartbeat, and it was a loud "plop plop". There is only my heartbeat in the house.
I was speechless that night. I woke up in the middle of the night and saw the white smoke on my father's face rising slowly. My father never smokes, but he smokes so much. There is a bottle of wine on the table. Dad picked up the bottle and poured it, which made him cough. He turned to look at me. I quickly closed my eyes. He sighed and turned around. My mother cried dejectedly by the fire. I seem to hear tears hitting the ground. I can bear it. My mother tucked me in and my face was as white as a sheet.
Until two years ago, my father sold the house, and nearly a thousand teachers and students in the school gave generously. Finally, my life ended in white, but I was reborn in the sunshine of love.
I found it on Joyo. All right.
Write a person's composition with one or two things. How to write 300 articles is neither fixed nor legal. We say that "it is better to believe in books than to have no books", and writing a composition in a rigid and dogmatic way will inevitably lead to no real progress. Everything in the world is a process of "easy poverty leads to change, change leads to communication, and general rules last for a long time", and there is no rule out. A lot of practice has proved that excellent compositions always have several things in common, such as unique conception, excellent selection of materials, or brilliant literary talent. Mastering these points will undoubtedly help us get good grades in our composition. No matter how big it is or how detailed it is, it gives some rules and decrees. With these instructions, students will take fewer detours.
Reading is absorption and writing is output. Just as calligraphy needs to be pasted first and painting needs to be sketched, so learning composition should start with imitation. You should be familiar with 300 Tang poems, and you can sing even if you can't write poems. Excellent articles with high quality are always the most critical part of a composition book. Effectively absorb these excellent articles, internalize them into your own things, and produce high-quality compositions. The superiority of composition is no longer a dream!
Without debate and discussion, there will be no progress. Different people will have different ideas after reading the same article. Be generous, actively listen to different opinions, reflect in doubt, grow up in reflection, and don't be narcissistic.
Who doesn't want their composition to be attractive! To tell the truth, if your composition is attractive, then your composition is very successful. In other words, to achieve the effect of "attraction", that is the biggest problem in writing, which needs constant thinking and attention. No matter how well you write, even if you have become a great writer, this problem is still a problem. Here, I want to say that if you want to attract others, you must first attract yourself, touch yourself and make yourself feel particularly interesting. If what you say, the people you write and the things you describe are not new to you, I think your composition is impossible to attract people.
I wish every student can write a good composition!
4. Write a composition "One thing in the sun" (compare two things), and that smile left me a shock in my heart. It turns out that a smile is the warmth of the sun.
My family lives in a house shared by my parents. In this yard, all my parents' colleagues. Among them, an old man looks very unpleasant. His dark face has a pair of sharp eyes. Plus he's old and toothless. He looks fierce and scary.
He goes to buy milk by bike every morning, just in time for my school. Every evening, he rides his bike to pick up his granddaughter, which is just the time for me to finish school. I have been thinking in my heart: why is it so unlucky, but there is no way! Meeting this annoying old man every day and meeting his sword-like eyes make my mood gloomy, just like a dark cloud blocking the sun.
God, I went out with my mother and saw another old man. He rode a bike in front of us, and my mother honked the horn. He wouldn't let me, so I was angry, but my mother said to me, "Forget it!" " People are old people, let-let the sky be vast, why bother? "Later, I asked my mother what was the origin of this annoying old man and why she was so annoying. Mom said that he used to be a small section chief of the unit, meddling every day, cursing when he saw something that was not pleasing to the eye, and he was very grumpy. If he is angered, he will ask for it. Although what my mother said is an understatement, it proves my point-he is annoying!
But dark clouds can never cover the sun. Maybe the sun in my heart is rising quietly.
The other morning, I walked to the station and happened to meet him. His eyes met mine and he smiled. At that moment, I was shocked! It turned out that the old man's smile was so kind, so kind and so warm that it almost melted me. I repaid him with a childlike smile.
From that moment on, my opinion of him changed completely. From then on, I stopped avoiding it every day, but waited for his smile and gradually became a habit.
Yes, we really need to smile in life. Smile is the sunshine in spring and the new green in spring. I left a smile in my heart, the sun rose above my head, and the world was bright and warm.
5. Two things in a composition pass day by day, as if tearing off a colorful calendar. In this calendar, everyone's family chores are inevitable.
In my home, although there is no luxurious big house, I feel very happy. Because my father bought it-hard-won. He is not a director or a manager, but a simple and ordinary worker. I don't feel humble for him, even despise him.
How hot it is in hot summer. I often have a bad appetite this season, even if it is a beautiful thing. I remember that time, I only ate a little rice and ate very little, so I put down my chopsticks. My mother knew I couldn't eat any more and told me to swallow it. When she says this, it often happens, and she says the same thing. But I can't control my emotions. I always yell at my mother. Maybe she spoiled me too much since I was a child. I looked at my father's face again. I looked down at my eyes and said, "If you can't eat, just put it there, but you can't be harsh on your mother." To tell the truth, when I am quiet, I only sigh deeply. I also know that what I have left is not only rice, but also my father's sweat and hard work. He dealt with the scorching sun, but I often don't forget it, and I often remember it vividly-in that scorching sun, my father moved his steps carefully, holding seedlings in his right hand and wiping sweat with his left hand. When the harvest day comes, my home will definitely be golden. Nanhu driving school
I don't know when I started to see the wrinkles on my father's face, especially when I laughed. I shouldn't say strip, I should say continuous. When he rolled up his sleeves, his dark complexion was neither dead branches nor rotten fruits, and I saw towering old trees hiding the mountains. My mother and I are in his shadow, enjoying the cool wind and smelling the sweet taste. The winners in our hands are very happy and happy because we can all see them. At this time, I am no longer the casual person.
I saw the exhausted father who supported this family with his own life.
6. Writing: Write one (or two) happy or sad thing, and be lyrical. The masterpiece (Perfect Sunny Day) mentioned that I want to fly, but my heart is so tired.
I don't know when, young hearts are always eager for independence. How many times, I tried to escape from the shelter of my parents' wings, open up a thorny road alone, and sharpen my wings in the wind and rain.
Perhaps, God discovered my greed and let me enter this full-time high school, and finally I can get rid of my mother's nagging. The tall teaching building, the carefree canteen, the crowded supermarket and the strange faces all make me novel and excited.
However, when everything is familiar, an unbearable loneliness and emptiness occupy my heart. Heavy study makes me feel depressed and dull, and my weak body makes me feel groggy all day. I feel very uncomfortable and want to go home once, but the lofty aspirations of the past made me endure.
Autumn seems to come early, and I feel a chill as soon as I enter autumn. The cold wind of rustling blows aimlessly, making the window sing along with the gap.
I sat in my seat reading a magazine and saw an article about maternal love, which reminded me of my mother.
I used to study late at night. At this time, my mother will serve my favorite mung bean soup, look at me kindly and finish the soup bite by bite. Then make my bed and advise me to go to bed early; Sometimes I get angry outside and lose my temper in front of my mother. My mother never cares, but comforts me and makes me feel better. Before.
Only then can I realize the beauty of nagging. Those annoying words in the past are so warm in retrospect.
"Bell-"* * interrupted my thoughts after class. I quickly came to the telephone booth and dialed my home phone number. Mother's kind voice came from the other end of the phone. "Hello, who are you looking for?" "Mom, it's me."
I whispered. "* *, how are you at school? Be careful whether you are in good health or not.
It's cold now, pay attention to adding clothes. Are you used to eating? .
""Well, everything is fine.
"I said, I shed tears.
Once, I thought I was a person who would not be emotional or shed tears. However, in front of my mother, I shed tears openly. On weekends, sitting on the bus home, I feel particularly cheerful.
I realized that no matter how far I fly, I will never leave my mother's sight like a kite. Mother is a thread tied to my heart.
The longer and farther you pull, the more painful your heart will be. One thing that impressed me deeply, such as making instant noodles for the first time and visiting museums ... but what I will never forget is making egg tarts for the first time! It was last year that my father bought a microwave oven with a cookbook attached to it. I just glanced at it, and suddenly, my eyes flashed. Wow! The pattern on it is really mouth watering! So, greedy I pestered my father to accompany me to do it. Father couldn't stand my repeated pestering and had to agree.
First, my father and I poured a bowl of flour and half a bowl of water into the basin. I posed as a superman, stepped on the bench with one foot, and boasted, "Let me be an all-knowing elf to make dough!" " After that, I rolled up my sleeves and put my hand in my face. I came to the conclusion that there was too much water, so I added a bowl of flour and stirred it. There is too much flour again! I just kept adding water and flour, and my busy father said, "Forget it, I'll do it!" " "He said, while holding out a strong hand and noodles, but I didn't look carefully. I secretly grabbed a ball of noodles and held it in my hand, playing over and over again. When the noodles were reconciled, I proudly said, "If it weren't for me, I don't know what the sea would be like!" " Dad just laughed without saying a word.
We began to knead the shape of the egg tart. Although I can't knead it well, it's ok. In addition, my motto is: as long as it is delicious! My father and I made six, put them on plastic plates, and then carefully put them in the microwave oven. The fever is high 10 minutes. Take care of everything, I rub my hands and go to the living room to watch TV with my father. Five minutes later, my father glanced at the kitchen and jumped up from the sofa! Shit! The kitchen is full of smoke and smells of burning things! If people go in, they will choke.
I pulled down a wet towel, covered my nose and rushed into the "crime scene". I opened the window. After waiting for more than ten minutes, the smoke dispersed, but there was still a burning smell in the air. I took out my plate. Oh! A fist-sized hole was burned in the bottom of the plate, and some black things were stuck on it. On closer inspection, it turned out to be an egg tart with tragic fate! The scattered dry dough fell from the plate to the ground, and my father and I said sadly, failure! After a while, we pulled ourselves together and did it again, adjusting the temperature and time, but the result was still not satisfactory. I declare that this egg tart making activity ended in failure! Looking at our masterpiece, my father and I looked at each other, and the scene was very embarrassing.
I said, "Why don't we do it again?" When dad heard this, he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, don't bother." At this time, my mother came back and saw that we had made the house smoky, so she "questioned" us, and we told her the whole story in detail. Her mother laughed and cried after hearing this.
In this way, in laughter, this interesting activity ended. I will never forget this matter.
A happy thing There are many joys and sorrows in a person's life. There is one thing I will never forget. Now let me share it with you.
13 On my birthday, I went to the aquarium with my parents. When we walked into the gate of the aquarium, we saw a big exhibition hall and two small exhibition halls.
On the wall of the exhibition room, there are many glass cabinets with all kinds of fish in them. What impressed me the most was a small white fish foaming in the pool and swimming leisurely.
Not far away, a great white shark hid behind the rockery and watched it waiting for an opportunity. I really want to tell it not to go over, but it doesn't understand me. When the ignorant little white fish searched and swam near the rockery, a thrilling scene appeared. When the great white shark pounced on the small white fish fiercely, I thought the small white fish was finished, but a dramatic scene appeared.
The little white fish's mother came to save it and fought with the white shark, but the little white fish's mother.
7. Write an article about two things, one person's composition, a 400-word model essay and others' composition. I have a little brother who is only one and a half years old this year. He is naughty and lovely, with big black and bright eyes, white and fat. When I laugh, I squint my eyes, cover my mouth with chubby little hands, and giggle nonstop, which is particularly cute.
Little brother is very clever. One morning, while I was typing, my little brother found it. He cocked his head for a long time. Maybe he thinks it's fun to knock around with his hands. So, when I wasn't looking, I ran quietly and put my hand on the keyboard. The symbols that appeared on the screen aroused his interest, so he simply pressed them all by hand. By the time I found out, he had done it. I have to delete it bit by bit. He came to press the keyboard every day after that. However, when the computer is turned off, you will never see his shadow. He didn't come to work until he was turned on. I have no choice but to let him play. Alas, this naughty and clever little brother.
Sometimes, little brother will be stupid! One afternoon, I sat on a blanket and basked in the sun. My brother brought me a piece of candy and handed it to me. He said crisply, "Sister, pull away!" "I ignored him and immediately took a bite of the candy on one side. My little brother likes candy very much. He grabbed the other side and pulled it out, pouting while pulling, repeatedly saying, "Oh, no, no, no,no." "I won't let go. My sister and I just pulled the river up. He couldn't stop me, but his eyes rolled and he had a plan. He brought apples, biscuits, persimmon cakes, biscuits, bananas and oranges, and exchanged many delicious foods with me. Of course I'm happy. I made this "deal" with him. Finally, he got the candy.
The cute little brother is also very naughty. One night, my little brother scribbled on my exercise book with a colored pen. I was angry and deliberately didn't play with him. While I was drawing, he reached out and tickled me. I couldn't help laughing, and I was no longer angry. I'm going to tease him, but my little brother has giggled and ran away quickly.
8. Describe a person's composition with two things. In my student life, I have some close friends with nothing to say. There are also some smart and eloquent friends; There are also some cheerful and generous, humorous friends.
Today I want to introduce my good friend, the monitor of our class. Let's call her Xiao Yang.
Xiaoyang's eyes are big and bright, like dripping water, full and overflowing. She always wears a pair of nearsighted glasses on her nose, which makes her feel like a knowledgeable doctor.
What I admire most is her glib tongue. Her mouth is clear, eloquent and witty, as beautiful as singing. She also likes black and white clothes.
She always wears a black T-shirt, a white coat, a pair of black trousers and a pair of black shoes. It's a veritable black and white match! Xiao Yang is a warm and cheerful person. Every time after class, I can see her talking and laughing with her classmates and making fun of each other.
When I saw her, my mood seemed to be much happier. She is also very enthusiastic about her work and will always be the teacher's most effective little assistant; Every time I take part in a group activity or run a blackboard newspaper, nine times out of ten she is there; Her stubbornness is that the whole class is teachers and dare not compliment. Whoever annoys her will suffer! To this end, the whole class gave her a nickname: "Tigress". What I have to admire most is her writing ability.
Every time I see her composition, it always makes my eyes shine and makes people feel refreshed. And I always feel that her composition can win prizes every time, be praised by the teacher every time, and be read in class as a model essay by the teacher every time.
I must learn from her and be a good student who studies hard! Look, this is my friend.
9. Ask for a composition, write people, and write two things: First, write a nagging mother in detail.
My mother is very talkative. Whenever someone talks to her, she will get annoyed, because once she talks, she will finish her sentence.
Once, my brother, father and mother went out to eat, and met Aunt Xiao Wu on the way. My mother asked Aunt Xiao Wu to have dinner with us. When they arrived at the hotel, their mother and aunt Xiao Wu said, "You must cheer up and educate your daughter well. Don't give her money to spend casually ... "My father tugged at my mother's skirt, and my brother shouted," Mom, why don't you eat quickly? " I said, "Mom, why don't you eat?" It seems that my mother's nagging disease has happened again, alas! "Because my mother speaks very loudly and quickly, not only our words go in one ear and out the other, but even the obedient aunt Xiao Wu can't get in if she wants to say a word.
Another time, my mother and I went to the hospital to visit my uncle. On arriving at the hospital, my mother said to my uncle, "Why are you so careless?" ? Be careful in the future! The most important thing now is to recover, but I have to run around again ... "My mother keeps talking about herself. She seems to forget everything around her, and even how obedient people react, her mother completely ignores it. Do you know how my uncle reacted when my mother spoke? Uncle fell asleep. My uncle didn't listen to what my mother said.
Do you think my mother will nag?