Entering this world, which is known as "Oriental Dream Paradise", is like entering a fairy-tale dynamic world. It's colorful and dazzling, with exaggerated, strange and lovely buildings and landscapes everywhere, as well as my favorite amusement projects: space world, dinosaur crisis, Conch Bay, fantasy studio and western reminiscence, which makes people dizzy and confused.
What impressed me the most was the dinosaur crisis. His architecture is particularly interesting. The whole house was turned upside down and there were terrible dinosaurs everywhere. We walked carefully through a cave before we knew that we were in the future-2050. However, there was an accident in the dinosaur laboratory. The hatched dinosaur gene mutated, multiplied rapidly and escaped from the laboratory. The whole city fell into chaos overnight, and we walked through the chaotic city where dinosaurs were rampant. Under the guidance of the air marshal, I got on the escape car and started a thrilling escape. "ah!" I gave a cry. The air marshal was eaten by a big yellow dinosaur. "Watch out for the wall falling down," another policeman shouted. Finally, we escaped the dinosaurs underwater and on the ground, and we flew into the air, "Ah!" Pterosaurs suddenly attacked us from behind and damaged our plane. We keep going down. When I opened my eyes, we had landed safely.
The two-day summer camp ended with screams and laughter. I made an appointment with my new friends at the summer camp to meet again next year.
2. The composition "My Mom", a close-up character's appearance, is about 400 words (I can't remember). There is a person who will always occupy the softest place in your heart, and you are willing to love her with your life; There is a kind of love that you can freely ask for and enjoy without asking for anything in return ... This person is called "Mom", and this kind of love is called "maternal love"!
May 13 is Mother's Day, which is the most unforgettable day in our hearts. This festival is a praise and commendation for mother, which reminds us to always remember: be grateful to mother.
We are grateful for the life experience our mother gave us; Mother makes us grow sturdily, and we are grateful; We are grateful to our mother for her education and enlightenment, which enabled us to gain knowledge and strength; There are always difficulties and twists and turns in our life. It is mother who gives us care and help, and we should be more grateful.
Gratitude is a comprehensive expression of a person's love, conscience, kindness, responsibility and loyalty. It is hard to imagine that a person who has no filial piety, no gratitude, no love and no respect for teachers and classmates can bear any responsibility for his company and country in the future. How can a person who doesn't love his country, his family and others devote himself wholeheartedly to building the motherland tomorrow?
There is a touching little boy washing his mother's feet in the advertisement, but in real life, is it possible for every child to do it? "A drop of kindness should be rewarded by a gushing spring." We may sometimes be obsessed with a little care from a stranger, but turn a blind eye to our mother's great love, feel that she is nagging, or get furious because of some trivial things ... However, our mother will always support us silently, patiently enlighten us and give us support and encouragement.
Mother is pure as jade, exquisite as ivory carving, and the life watered by maternal love is brewing pure beauty and fragrance. We should listen to our mother's nagging with a grateful heart, face her harshness sincerely and feel her sunny inner world. ...
Let's learn to be grateful from today, from filial piety to mother! Let's remember the birthdays of all mothers in the world, wash their feet once, beat her back hard, give her a warm hug, a warm blessing and a grateful smile!
On this warm day, I wish all mothers in the world a happy Mother's Day! A bunch of carnations and a sentence "Mom, you have worked hard" can make your mother's cheeks smile again! Let's give our mother more consideration and care, make our mother and our family full of happiness and harmony, and we will have a real growth!
Here, I want to quote a poem to end: the growth of children is the hope of mother's rebirth; The child's failure is the mother's sour tears; A child's success is a mother's happy smile. Students, for the sake of mother's smile and tomorrow's harvest, let you and I be ambitious and carefree!
3. Some people say that maternal love is reflected in that serious sentence; Some people say that maternal love appeared in that inculcation; It is also said that maternal love is in that warm day; But I want to say that maternal love is hidden in that thing:
The wind is blowing and the snow is falling. I collapsed on the sofa as soon as I got home. My mother saw it and asked with concern: What's the matter, is it uncomfortable? ; "I wu wear the belly, uncomfortable answer have a stomachache. Mother simply put on her coat and carried me downstairs.
On the way, the wind wiped my mother's face hard, and her mother didn't care. He also asks me if I'm cold from time to time. Ah, it's really cold. I kept drilling into my mother's coat. When I got to the hospital, the doctor took out a thermometer and measured me. God, it was 39 degrees. The doctor said calmly, I need an infusion, but it's too late today, it's past 9 o'clock. Please prescribe some medicine and come back for infusion tomorrow. Now that I have lost, I will take good care of the children. Mom insisted on infusion today. All right, Liu Fan, take them to ward one. The doctor said. The elder sister in yellow nurse's uniform took my hand to ward one. I haven't had an infusion since I grew so big. My heart was pounding at the moment when the nurse's sister installed the infusion set. Sister Liu Fan encouraged me and my mother cheered for me. I closed my eyes and put up with it at once. My mother and sister Liu Fan tell me jokes and stories. Ward one is full of joy and laughter. One second, one minute, two minutes, one drop of liquid, two drops, three drops ... time passed quickly, and my mother went to the drugstore to prescribe some cold medicine. Then I leaned back and went home.
It's one o'clock in the morning and it's still dark outside. My mother carried me home on the wet street.
When I got home, my mother forgot to catch her breath and went to cook. I was lying on the sofa, and suddenly, moving pictures came to my mind. Even if I am sick, I will prepare a sumptuous meal the next day. But what about me? Did I give you a glass of warm water? Have I ever comforted you when you are sad? When you are not paying attention, I am more and more ashamed to stand behind you. You noticed, turned around and looked at me in surprise. I put my arm around your neck and said, mom, you have worked hard. You heard it and said with tears in your eyes; Silly boy, go to eat. When you smile, the bags under your eyes are obvious. Isn't that the trace of time? In your black hair, a few silver hairs occasionally appear. This is what you left for * * *?
My family is not rich, but full of love. Who would be dissatisfied?
A detail shows my parents' love for me. As the saying goes, maternal love is like water, and father loves mountains. That's what my parents do.
One night, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Mother gently stroked my forehead with her hand. "Oh, dear! I have a fever. " She got dressed, picked me up and ran to the hospital. Because it was very cold, I sneezed several times, and my mother heard it. She quickly took off her clothes and put them on for me. "I finally got to the hospital." Mother said as she wiped the sweat from her forehead. But there are no doctors but nurses in the outpatient department, and there are doctors and nurses in the inpatient department, so the diagnosis is given to the inpatient department and the injection is given to the outpatient department. The two places are so far apart that my mother has to carry me on both sides. Registration for a while, medical expenses for a while, and finally until two o'clock in the morning, but she still guarded me. When I got up in the morning, my mother's eyes were bloodshot.
Mother is gentle, while father is strict.
Last time I was chatting with "QQ girl". Dad saw it and said, "The final exam is coming soon. How do we chat? " "You can review tomorrow!" I retort. Dad's face suddenly turned blue. "Today have today's things, tomorrow have tomorrow's things. Hurry up and review. " Then, my father looked at me and added, "I'll see your score after the exam." I jumped up from the computer chair and quickly picked up the Chinese book to review. My father and mother care about me in different ways.
5. Family Composition My mother can be described as "Detective Di Renjie II". No matter how clever my "modus operandi" is, she can find clues and catch them red-handed. If you don't believe me, let's take a look at the following clip!
In the summer vacation, my mother made a study plan for me in order to improve my academic performance. I survived, but what I can't stand most is that I can't watch TV! You know, I am a loyal TV fan. How can I live without TV?
Although I sit at my desk and do my homework every day, I always "miss" watching TV and looking at the living room from time to time, but there are waves of "Tang Priest chanting" from my mother. Finally, the opportunity to watch TV has come!
On this day, my mother went out shopping and repeatedly told me not to watch TV before she left. Where can I listen? Just a chicken pecking rice, nodding. When my mother got everything ready, she left home "for a long time". "Ha ha! TV, I'm coming! ! "I cheered and jumped in front of the TV and watched with relish.
More than an hour later, when I was fascinated by Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf, the sound of a keyhole reached my ears. Oh, mom's home! I quickly turned off the TV and sat down at my desk as fast as I could. Before * * * could sit still, my mother came into the room, and I quickly made a pretense of studying hard. That was a close call. Mom almost found out.
Just when I thought everything was all right, there was a voice of "lion roar" in the living room. I can tell with my toes that it is my "detective" mother. No, because mom found out?
6. Family Three-shot Composition Three family members and three wonderful shots show three distinct and rich personalities.
The following is a close-up of the photographer, please read it carefully. Camera 1: Look! Mom is sitting on the bench, absorbed in the stock market! She frowned and pursed her lips, as if the stock market had not risen well today.
Her hand kept tapping on the keyboard and entering the stock code. Red and green lines immediately appeared on the computer desktop.
Suddenly, my mother grinned, and a pool of water-like wrinkles spread out and gave a long sigh. The stock seems to have gone up again.
Stocks manipulate mom's emotions. Mom, you are really a stock freak! Scene 2: Dad is playing acrobatics! He grabbed the handle with one hand, stretched forward, and then shrank back. The dishes in the pot immediately emptied, rolled up, and finally fell firmly into the pot, without a small leaf falling outside.
The other hand is frying hot cabbage with a spatula. Dad's hand skills are very skilled, and cooking is so handy.
After a while, the delicious smell came to my nose and made my mouth water. Dad is really unique. Cooking is like catching a turtle in a jar. It's never bad! Camera 3: Hey, hey, look! I am stealing food again.
Like stepping on a goose carpet, I quietly came to the table, secretly picked up chopsticks, picked up a piece of cook the meat and stuffed it in my mouth. I munched on the meat with relish.
While I was enjoying the delicious food on earth, my father caught me red-handed. "ah! Happy, you are stealing food again! Dinner hasn't started yet! You are a delicious dog! " After watching these three shots, you know about my family. Do you like it? I remember the stock crazy mom, the family chef dad, and I love dogs, weaving an ordinary but not plain and harmonious family.
7. Describe the anger of parents or teachers. 150 is my father, encouraging me to thrive; It was my father who helped me through the difficulties; It is my father who leads me to make continuous progress; Father, let me feel the warmth of love. In my mind, fatherly love is not an earth-shattering event, but naturally emerges from small things.
It's a cold winter night. My father took me home by bike as usual. The strong wind roared head-on, and pedestrians on the roadside tightened their necks. On the empty road, only my father bent down and pulled me, struggling to step on the bike. Although my father stood in front like a wall, I was shivering in the back seat by the cold wind.
After a while, the heavy snow galloped down from the cloudy sky. "It's too cold. Let's find a place to warm up first!" I said in a trembling voice. Father quickly stopped the car, touched my hand and looked at the sky again. "I'm afraid the snow will not stop for a while. Let's stick to it, shall we? I will go home soon. " After that, my father took off his coat and put it on me, and got on the bus again. I finally feel warm under my father's warm coat. But it suddenly occurred to me that dad was wearing so little to help me keep out the wind. So I asked loudly in the wind, "Dad, are you cold, too?" Shall I give you my coat? " "Son, dad is riding a bike!" Father answered me loudly in the wind.
The snow is getting heavier and the wind is getting stronger. The wheels began to slip and we were trapped in the snow. I stood up, put my arm around my father's neck and touched his ear. Oh, how cold it is! However, when I touched it down my father's neck, it was wet. It turned out that my father was so tired that he was sweating. Under the street lamp, the crystal dew on my father's forehead is snow or sweat.
Time seems to have frozen, and it feels like after a few hours, we finally reached the door.
Open the door and return to the warm and bright home. At this moment, I was suddenly startled by my father's face. This is a very different face from usual: Qing Wu lips, red ears, shiny nose, and many wrinkles on her face. For the first time, I found that my father was much older; I noticed for the first time that my father had a circle of white hair around his head; I realized for the first time that a father can't care about himself for his son. My heart is trembling slightly, my nose is sour and tears just want to flow into my eyes. Men don't flick when they have tears, which my father taught me. I silently walked over and threw myself into my father's arms, and my father patted me on the back affectionately.
Father's love is so small and silent, but warm and great. From then on, as long as I recall that snowy evening, I always feel a warm spring in my heart.
8. The father's back describes the back of the clip.
I haven't seen my father for over two years. What I can't forget most is his back.
That winter, my grandmother died and my father was relieved of his job. This is a day when it never rains but it pours. I went from Beijing to Xuzhou, and I plan to go home with my father. I went to Xuzhou to see my father, saw the messy things in the yard, and thought of my grandmother. I can't help crying. Father said, "Well, don't be sad, but God never shuts one door but he opens another!" " "
Going home to sell pawns, my father lost money; Borrowing money for the funeral again. The situation at home these days is very bleak, partly for the funeral and partly for my father's leisure. After the funeral, my father will go to Nanjing to work, and I will go back to Beijing to study. Let's go together.
In Nanjing, a friend made an appointment to go sightseeing and stayed for one day. The next morning, I will cross the river to Pukou and get on the bus in the afternoon. Because my father is busy, he has decided not to send it, and found a familiar waiter in the hotel to accompany him. He repeatedly told the waiter to be very careful. But he finally worried that the waiter was not suitable; I hesitated for a moment. In fact, I was twenty years old that year, and I have traveled to and from Beijing two or three times, so it doesn't matter. He hesitated for a while and finally decided to take me personally. I advised him not to go; He just said, "Never mind, they can't walk well!"
We crossed the river and entered the station. I bought a ticket and he was busy looking after the luggage. There is too much luggage, so you have to tip the porter to go. He is busy bargaining with them again. I was really smart at that time, and I always thought he was going to interrupt myself because he didn't speak well, but he finally settled the price; Walk me to the car. He chose a chair near the door for me; I spread out the purple coat he made for me and sat down. He told me to be careful on the road, to be alert at night and not to catch a cold. And let the waiter take good care of me. I laughed at his pedantry in my mind; They only know money, they just ask for it! Can't people my age take care of themselves? Well, now that I think about it, it was really clever at that time!
I said, "Dad, you go." He looked out of the car and said, "I'll buy some oranges." You stay here and don't walk around. "I think there are some vendors waiting for customers outside the fence on the platform over there. To get to the platform over there, you have to cross the railway, jump down and climb up. Father is a fat man, so it is naturally more troublesome to walk there. I was going to go, but he refused, so I had to let him go. It was not difficult to see him limping to the railway and leaning down slowly, wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton robe. But it is not easy for him to climb the platform over there when he crosses the railway. He climbed up with both hands, and his feet shrank again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing signs of hard work. Then I saw his back, and my tears soon flowed down. I quickly dried my tears. I'm afraid he will see it, and I'm afraid others will see it. When I looked out again, he had come back with the bright red orange in his arms. When crossing the railway, he first scattered oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, picked them up and left. When I arrived here, I hurried to help him. He and I walked to the front of the car and put oranges on my fur coat. So I dived into the dirt on my clothes and felt very relaxed. After a while, he said, "I'm leaving. Write it there! " I watched him go out. He took a few steps, looked back at me and said, "Go in, there's no one inside. "When his back was mixed with people coming and going, I couldn't find it anymore, so I came in and sat down, and tears came again.
In recent years, my father and I have been running around, and the situation at home is getting worse and worse. When he was a teenager, he went out to make a living, made his own living and did many great things. I didn't know the original environment was so depressing! He was so sad that he couldn't control himself. If you are depressed in the middle, it is natural to send it out; Family trifles often touch his anger. He treats me differently. But in the last two years, he finally forgot my shortcomings and only thought about me and my son. After I came to the north, he wrote me a letter, which said: "I am in good health, but my arm hurts badly." It's not convenient to pick up a pen, so my departure time is not far away. " I read here, and in the crystal tears, I saw the back of that fat, blue cotton robe and black mandarin jacket. Alas! I don't know when I can see him again!
9. My Good Mother's Composition Detailed Explanation Excellent Motherly Love Composition: My mother's love for me
Everyone says that the greatest, most selfless and purest love is maternal love, and I think so.
One morning, it started to rain in Mao Mao. After a while, it started to rain cats and dogs. The rain hit the window like a downpour, making a "splash" sound. On this day, my mother took me to my grandmother's house, but she forgot to bring an umbrella. She put on my coat. Suddenly, there seems to be a warm current rushing into my heart. What is this? It is my mother's meticulous love for me.
Another time, the wind was cold and there was heavy snow. I walk to school with my schoolbag on my back. Where's mom? My mother thought I was wearing less, so she brought me a sweater and chased me after me. "Mom, you are shivering with cold, so don't worry about me," I said to my mother. My mother smiled and said to me, "It doesn't matter if I'm cold, son, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold!" Hearing this, my tears flowed down like broken beads, blurring my vision. At this time, I was in tears. I gratefully took the clothes my mother gave me and said "thank you". Mom said, "You're welcome".
Another time, I got pneumonia and had a high fever of 39 degrees. My mother is always by my side, giving me medicine and rubbing wine. Sleep with the light on at night, and mom is still on duty. I couldn't help myself. I cried. Tears are like a car, carrying me, running on the runway of maternal love.
If my mother were the sky, I would be a bird flying freely in the sky. If my mother is the sea, I am a wave in the sea. If my mother is the universe, I am a star in the universe. Mom is like a fire in winter, warming my heart. How great is maternal love!