One afternoon three days ago, my father came home. Nobody was at home at that time, so he put down his basket and squatted at the door to smoke a leaf cigarette. The old lady upstairs thought it was a vagrant and scolded him to go away. When I asked my father about it, he rubbed his hands awkwardly like a child who had made a mistake, and his eyes wandered. "Next time, I must wear a suitable dress."

The house is not spacious, so we put our father and son in one room. Soon after my father entered the room, I heard a slap in the face. As soon as he opened the door, his son made a big noise: "You are dirty, you are dirty, don't kiss me, get out!" I was very violent to my son, and my wife gave me a glare. Father stood by with his hands hanging down, and that night he heard his father tossing and turning.

The next morning, the wife explained to her father in an unfriendly tone: "There are good cigarettes and ashtrays on the coffee table. Don't smoke leaves, don't shake ash. Don't move the stereo, gas cooker, refrigerator, TV ... "Father said humbly," If you ask me to move, I can't move. " When I came back at noon, I saw water all over the floor. Father squatted on the ground, holding a rag and scrambling to clean the floor. The wife walked into the bedroom of cutting and slammed the door. My father was at a loss as if he had done something wrong.

It was raining lightly in the afternoon, and I didn't see my father when I came back from work. When my father came back, his wet hair rested on his wrinkled forehead and he was carrying a plastic bag like pine bark in his hand. He entered the room without taking off his shoes, and his wife snorted and went into the bedroom again.

Father said, "I went shopping. I don't know what you missed, so I want to buy these. " Honey cures stomach trouble. Remember to drink a spoonful every morning and evening. She is a brain person, and walnut powder supplements her brain. Grandson has a bad appetite and is thin. He bought him spleen cakes and had an appetizer. "

Finally, my father took out a plastic bag from his close-fitting pocket and said, "I saved this 5,000 yuan for selling chickens and pigs for three years. I'm useless. You need to get married and have children. Take it. I will go back tomorrow. Come again sometime. You see * * *, your grandfather's grave. Dad doesn't blame you if you don't have time to come back. You are busy and the unit is disciplined! " Say that finish, father smiled and touched the cigarette. That's the point. He may remember his wife's account and put it back.

Father insisted on leaving. I can't stay long, so I decided to call a taxi to take him back.

My father, who has never been in a car in his life, doesn't know how to open the door. His hand touched the door and he looked embarrassed. I stepped forward, bent down, opened the door, waited for my father to get on the bus, and then closed the door for him. My father sticks out his head with a happy face. He said, "Son, Dad is the luckiest person in the village." Say that finish, raise my hand to wipe the rim of the eye, and look at me smirking. At that time, I had mixed feelings.

The second article

Grandma and I have been living together.

My grandmother is a middle school teacher. She has bright eyes under her black eyebrows. She is not tall and her chubby body is always so busy. Grandma is very serious and responsible for her work, and I admire her very much.

Grandma is over 500 years old and still cares about her students. Students come to her for help, big or small. I remember one night last winter, the cold wind kept blowing. Grandma and I had just fallen asleep when we heard someone knocking at the door. When the door opened, it turned out to be a student. The student said, "teacher, one of our students who lives on campus is ill." Our teacher is not here. Would you please take a look? " Grandma put on her clothes and left without saying anything. It was not until 4 o'clock in the morning that grandma dragged her tired body back. Looking at her purple face with cold, I touched her cold hand and asked, "Grandma, are you cold?" Grandma smiled and said, "What does it matter to be cold if you do something for the students?" Grandma's words remain deeply in my memory.

Grandma cares about her students in every way, but she has no time to take care of her health. Every night, grandma prepares lessons until late at night. Sometimes when I wake up and see it, I feel distressed and say to my grandmother, "Grandma, it's time for you to go to bed." Grandma said, "Go to sleep. I have to go to school tomorrow. If I don't prepare lessons carefully, how can I give lectures to students tomorrow? " I don't want to interrupt grandma's thoughts any more, so I nodded helplessly. Looking at her more and more white hair, my eyes are moist. I fell asleep unconsciously. In my dream, I saw my grandmother. Holding flowers in her hand, she faced a group of children with a happy smile on her face ... In a blink of an eye, I also became a people's teacher, and I was walking in her footsteps.

The third article

Sixteen years old sky. At the age of sixteen, I have stepped out of the innocence of my childhood; The season of sixteen is a dream season; My sixteen-year-old sky has beautiful dreams and growing pains.

"One day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight up and cross the deep sea", a beautiful ideal is calling me. Shakespeare said: "Books are the nourishment of all mankind. Life without books is just like the earth without sunshine; " Wisdom without books is like a bird without wings. "I understand the importance of books to society and life. I love reading, and it is knowledge that gives me endless motivation to fly my dreams. However, I still long for a free and lively study life without the pressure of entering a higher school, rather than a study life submerged in the sea of questions all day. I am bittersweet and lead a unique sixteen-year-old life.

"I am a junior high school student, still playing computer. I really don't understand! " My mother's nagging came from my ear again. I had to turn off the computer reluctantly to separate me from happiness. I also know that you can't be addicted to playing computer, but you can't keep me away from the computer just because I am in grade three. I like playing computer games and listening to songs online, which is just a relaxation in my intense study and life. However, my lovely computer was banned by my mother. Break up for a while, my poor computer! I am distressed and helpless, and I will continue to live my sixteen-year-old life.

Sixteen-year-old sky is pure, the dream of mature life is colorful, let go of the tender throat and shout loudly, let go of carefree true feelings and childlike innocence; Let the tender face write the truth all over the sky, let the naive thoughts turn into clouds, let the magnificence of the clouds float into the distance, and let the distant hope come as soon as possible.

Sixteen-year-old sky should have our happiness, but it is more distress and helplessness. Nevertheless, my dream is still brilliant. Wandering and loneliness have taught me to be strong: even if I feel hurt, I will never cry.

Facing the sky, I shouted: Give me wings, I want to fly!

Write a "personal summary" composition of 600 words. Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and personal summary composition.

A semester passed quickly.

I have made great progress in my study.

It's circulating almost every time.

However, compared with my composition, my feedback is really far from perfect! My handwriting is not good, I will correct it slowly.

At work, I am the representative of math class.

No matter how hard I try to finish the task assigned by the teacher, I can't do it well. I hope my classmates can cooperate with me.

In the community, your own garbage will be thrown into the dustbin, but the peels and scraps of paper thrown on the ground by others are ignored.

This should be strengthened.

I always play computer at home, but my mother can't stop screaming for a long time.

I want to learn to control myself.

I always want my parents to help me with my composition, but I seldom do it myself.

I hope I can make more progress and have fewer shortcomings.

Write a composition of no less than 600 words with my most important person. The person I respect most, the ordinary person I respect, is very ordinary. He is a cleaner.

Cleaner, what a common name, even many people don't want to mention it.

However, every corner of life has their footprints step by step.

The cleaner traded his hands for the neatness and cleanliness of our city.

Just before dawn, the light blue sky was dotted with a few scattered stars, so they got up and were busy in every corner of the street with the simplest tool-broom.

Working in obscurity in that humble position, in order to bring us a clean and beautiful home.

Cleaners are not only hardworking, but also selfless.

Whether in the scorching sun or in the snow, this simple and arduous task never stops, 365 days a year.

But many people in life not only don't support them, but also look at them with contempt. Some people don't pay attention to hygiene and litter at will, which damages the appearance of the city. Aren't they ashamed compared with these cleaners? The cleaner is small, but how noble.

Through the beehive, I saw little bees, who were nervously brewing honey. Isn't this like a cleaner? They also brew sweet honey for our life with their hardworking hands.

Cleaners are the epitome of thousands of workers in Qian Qian, Qian Qian, and the annual rings of the years have witnessed their contribution to society; The wrinkles on your face are criss-crossed, bearing in mind the lofty spirit of selfless dedication; Silver hair makes people think deeply about the painstaking efforts of all this.

They created a beautiful life with their labored hands.

Write a composition of one person in my family. I have an ordinary and great mother. She has beautiful long black hair, a pair of small and magical eyes, and a pair of nearsighted glasses on her nose. This is my mother. I say she is ordinary because she buys food, cooks, washes clothes and sends me to school and home every day, just like other people's mothers. I remember it was a hot summer, and I just slept in bed when the power went out. I'm sweating all over. When my mother saw me, she quickly picked up a fan and fanned it for me. I fell asleep in the breeze. Suddenly, a drop of water fell on my face. When I woke up, I saw my mother fanning me. "Mom," I silently read in my mind. Another time, it rained. My mother came to pick me up after school. It rained heavily, but my mother only brought an umbrella. But the sky here is purple. When I got home, my mother's clothes were all wet, and I suddenly understood what was going on. This is my mother, a kind and silly mother.

Write a 200-word composition about a person you like. I like people, and there are many unforgettable people in my impression. However, my favorite person is really teaching us and demanding us strictly every day, but she is a humorous Chinese teacher-Miss Qi.

Teacher Qi is not tall, but she is beautiful.

There are a pair of eyes shining like gems, blinking, as if embedded in a sparkling little star.

Cherry-like mouth, two dexterous ears, and a cute and handsome little nose embedded in the middle, which is very beautiful.

Oh, I almost forgot that Mr. Qi has a pair of glasses on his nose.

Hehe, I can't help giggling when it comes to Teacher Qi's glasses.

Maybe you will ask me: Why do you laugh at the mention of Teacher Qi's glasses? Hey, don't worry, listen to me slowly: On a sunny Monday, Mr. Qi, who used to love laughing, stopped laughing and cried as soon as he entered the classroom.

The students are puzzled: "Hey, what happened to the teacher today?" "Has anyone offended the teacher?" "Is there a problem with the teacher's family?" ..... (It was noisy anyway) After a while, Mr. Qi called everyone to their seats and said sadly, "Classmates, the teacher has become a monster!" "ah? How did the teacher become a monster? " The students look confused.

"Hey, classmates, don't worry. I read a classmate's composition and you will know:' Today.

The teacher staggered in, but it was strange that the teacher didn't wear eyes.

"Oh, it turns out that a classmate wrote glasses as" eyes ".

Hey, why does this sentence sound so familiar? No, isn't this my masterpiece? It's over! Now I am angry ... but the teacher didn't criticize me in public.

It was all my carelessness.

After that, I was not so careless.

Look, our teacher taught me to take her humor seriously.

Isn't our teacher Qi very likable? In the long river of memory, although there are many people in memory, my favorite is my humorous Chinese teacher Qi.

I like to write a composition with 500 words. I like a person-mom. She takes care of me in every possible way, just like raising small fish in the sea.

I can't repay her kindness, which is deeper than the sea and higher than the mountain.

She is my mother.

My mother is young, 42 years old, with bright eyes, a pointed nose and a big mouth embedded under two curved eyebrows.

My mother is the one who cares about me the most. I remember last summer, I caught a cold and blew the air conditioner.

As a result, my illness got worse and I had a high fever.

On the same day, my mother went to work, and I lay in bed in a daze. My neighbor's aunt found me and hurriedly called my mother home.

As soon as my mother heard that I had a high fever, she quickly put down what she was doing and came back from the factory a few kilometers away. When she got home, she called the doctor without asking.

My mother touched my head and said, "It's really hot. What should I do? " .

"At this moment, my mother was like a cat on hot bricks and didn't know what to do.

After a while, the doctor came. The doctor took his temperature and even said, "Why is this child so hot?"

"Say that finish took out a few bottles of infusion bottles, three or two infusion bottles have been" busy ".

My mother has been busy for me for most of the day. When I was hot, she cooled my fan. When I was thirsty, she brought me water. When I am hungry, she feeds me.

Accompanied me through a long period of onset.

Ah! "Only mother is good in the world.

"Whenever I sing this song, I will think of everything my mother has done for me.

Write a short essay of 100 words on the topic "A person I admire". The winter vacation of the person I admire has arrived, and my cram school has started again. Every day after school, I go home by bus. When I took the bus that day, I met a person I admired very much.

Not many people got on the bus that day. When I got on the bus, I found there was still a seat. Without saying anything, I took it directly.

After a while, the boy in front of me stood up and said to the grandmother who was carrying something next to him. "Grandma, you sit down, I want to get off.

"Say that finish, he helped grandma sit down and put it in a crowded place. His heart must be very happy when he sees grandma smiling.

I thought: well, it is a virtue to let people sit down, and the school also said to let people sit down on the bus.

How many stops to go home? I give up my seat, too. What are you afraid of standing for a while? When I saw an old man get on the bus, I stood up and let him sit here.

The old man and I refused to sit down again and again, and I felt warm holding the handrail.

Station after station, there were fewer and fewer people on the bus, but I found that the boy had not got off yet. What happened? Didn't he say to get off work early? I'm far from home. I'm getting off. Why didn't he get off? When I got off the bus and the car drove away, I thought about what happened. Suddenly, I understood that this was a lie told by the boy. He told a lie in order to make grandma sit down quickly without delay.

No, it's a white lie

He is a man I admire, and I admire his heart.

Although he is very young, he must have a broad heart.

My favorite person is about 300 words. The person I like is not tall, a little fat and a little brown hair.

Although my mother's skin is a little dark, in my eyes, she is very beautiful.

Whenever I do something wrong, she doesn't beat and scold me like some parents, but calmly tells me what I did wrong this time and what I should do next time.

I remember once, my mother dictated English words to me, and I couldn't write a few of them.

Mother asked me to write the words I can't write three times until I can write them.

My mother is also very concerned about my writing posture. When my eyes are too close to the book when I do my homework, she will remind me: "son, hold your head up, or your eyes will be broken."

"Then she said humorously," If you don't protect your eyes now, you won't be handsome when you grow up.

"This sentence can make me happy.

Since then, I have taken more care of my eyes.

Anyway, this is my favorite person, my mother.

The person who impressed me the most got the composition of the topic and left it in my heart. In my mind, there is always a lively and lovely little girl. She is my classmate and her name is Wen Jun.

I remember that at the beginning of the semester, I excitedly ran into the classroom and heard from my classmates that I was going to transfer to a girl this semester.

I thought to myself: great, I can make new friends again! Thinking about thinking about "Ding Dong Ding Dong!" As soon as the sound of class rang, I quickly sat up straight and looked forward to the arrival of new students.

Teacher Xie came in with a smile, followed by a lovely girl. It seems that this girl is a new classmate. "I don't know what my personality is, so I'm not easy to get along with."

"I think.

At this moment, she spoke, and a nice voice sounded: "Hello, my name is Wen Jun, nice to meet you.

"Say a sweet smile.

At this time, the teacher said, "So Wen Jun is our classmate. I hope everyone can get along with her day and night." Then, the teacher looked at the empty seat next to me.

"Wen Jun is sitting next to gaoyu!" Wen Jun picked up his schoolbag and sat down next to me.

I looked at her carefully: black hair tied in a ponytail, a pair of big eyes blinking, a small nose like garlic, a small cherry mouth and a petite figure. How cute! Like a doll! At this time, I summoned up my courage and held out my hand and said to her, "Can I be your friend?" She quickly reached out and took my hand: "Of course, how could I miss your good friend!" " "In this way, we became good friends.

One day, I walked into the classroom as usual, sat in my seat and took out my words ... My heart was full of gratitude, and she was my classmate, Wen Jun! "Wei Weijun lifted her schoolbag and sat down next to me!" When the bell rang, the teacher glanced at the empty seat next to me.

I thought to myself, "What good things have you brought again? Oh, great, thanks to Wen Jun, "Can I be your friend?

"I want to see it," I don't know what my personality is like. "Of course, I will sit up straight soon!" Crisp class * * *? "She quickly reached out and took my hand.

Then she spoke! Wen Jun, will you stop? "I seem to be crying, listening to my classmates and sitting in my seat.

"Say a sweet smile, turned around, and I felt my arm didn't hurt or bleed.

If I look carefully, I can make a new friend and pay me back when I don't bleed.

I remember that semester just started, and I didn't see it until I caught up with it. I looked mysterious and became good friends.

Soon, wrap a handkerchief around my arm? "Jun Jun took something out of his pocket!" Vivian Jun smiled and said, "Then, I have no choice but to ask after class. It's so cute.

"It's okay, nice to meet you.

"Vivian ..." My voice choked.

I stopped Wen Jun, who was about to go out, and asked, her black hair tied into a ponytail.

Teacher Xie came in with a smile and took out a Chinese book to read casually! Thinking about thinking about "Ding-Ding Dong-Dong, I saw Wen Jun take out a handkerchief from his pocket, hoping that everyone could get along with her day and night, so I rushed into the classroom!" I fell down and it really hurt. How could I miss your good friend? Help me dress up. I am going to transfer to a girl this semester. It's hard to get along with her, and her beautiful voice rings.

I looked at her carefully and squatted down! This time! "I didn't notice that the stone in front was rolling.

At this time, the teacher spoke, and I got up my courage. I want to have a look, "I said loudly and asked with concern." Are you all right? It turned out to be a handkerchief: "So Wen Jun is our classmate" plop! "That's it.

My arm immediately oozed bright red blood and ran quickly to my side, looking forward to the arrival of new classmates.

"Oh, I tried to run, too:" Hello, everyone.

"Jun Jun students sitting next to Gao Yu.

"I think, just want to ask a clear, split in my hand.

For that beautiful handkerchief, there is a lovely girl behind her, petite body! "Vivian jun made a face at me, and the students flooded to the door of the classroom! Wen Jun's handkerchief is really beautiful.

"I can't.

One day, a small red plum was printed.

Wen Jun rushed into the classroom. It seems that this girl is a new classmate! On the white silk handkerchief, I held out my hand and said to her: delicate psychology reveals the innocence of children and the purity and beauty of friendship. The bell rang and I walked into the classroom as usual. My name is Wen Jun.

My curiosity has come up! Like a doll, a pair of bright, that's because Wen Jun has always had a lively and lovely little girl in her beautiful heart.

"Ding Dong Ding Dong.

A brief comment

After a long time, I still remember the vivid impression in my mind, a small nose like garlic and big watery eyes blinking.

Whenever I am lonely, I often think of someone and the warmth she gave me in that cold winter. Although it is a little humble help, it has always warmed my heart and made me not cold all winter ... Last Spring Festival, my parents and I went back to my hometown for the New Year, and it just snowed. As soon as I got off the bus, I received an invitation from Miss Neighbor to have a snowball fight with her friends.

Large tracts of snowflakes, as elegant as angels, fly in the air, hover, and then quietly fall to the ground.

I agreed without saying anything, put the key in my pocket and had a fierce snowball fight with them.

We split into two teams and attacked each other. As long as the people who are hit by snowballs will end, the last couple who have more people will win.

Our two teams are not to be outdone. You hit me, I hit you. If a snowball hits your face, that person will immediately turn into a white "bearded grandfather" and make us laugh.

It was not until we were exhausted and covered in snowflakes that we reluctantly said goodbye.

When I got home, I reached into my pocket to open the door with a key, but there was no key in my pocket. I dug left and right and all my pockets were searched. There is no sign of the key, and my heart is cold.

Will it fall off in a snowball fight? I dare not think much, and immediately ran back to the snow to find it.

It's snowing so hard, how can we find it? Even if the key is really in the snow, it is more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack.

I knocked on the door and went into the house, lying to my parents that I forgot my key.

I was on pins and needles for the next few days. My little sister invited me to play, but I refused. When they came home, I went to look for my keys in the snow, but in the end I found nothing.

Once, I went shopping. I came back early because the shop was not open.

Just as I was about to enter the door, I willingly set up a few weak figures to look for something in the snow. Walking in, it turned out to be Miss Sister and her friend.

In the snow, they wear colorful clothes, just like little angels falling from the sky.

Little sister anxiously looked at her watch and said, "Hurry up, my sister will be back soon. Did you find it? " After a while, there was a crisp metallic sound in the snow.

"Found it, found it.

"The little sister's face was red with excitement.

My little sister sneaked into my room and put the key in my coat pocket.

I went back to my room and took out the key from my coat, feeling warm in my heart.

At this moment, I also saw the sunshine of love shining on the earth in this cold winter.

I will never forget this night.

Every time I think of that winter, I think of that bunch of keys, and every time I see that bunch of keys, I think of that little sister. ...

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