600 words of composition on the topic of door.
After that, I left the door unlocked, although no one would come in and tuck me in.
Grandma didn't like sleeping with me at first because I couldn't sleep well at night. She is too old to be tortured by me all day. I was angry, pouted, ran back to my room, slammed the door and went to sleep by myself. Am I still afraid of such an adult?
At night, I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep. Counting sheep, counting stars and singing lullabies, the last song "Su Yan" made me sleepy. When I woke up the next day, I was so proud that I couldn't wait to show off to my grandmother: I can do it myself without kicking the quilt. When I woke up in the morning, I stayed in a warm quilt, wrapped tightly, and my grandmother was not in a hurry to answer me. She smiled and listened to me, just saying, "Okay, okay."
Today, I couldn't sleep until midnight. I'm trying to win over Duke Zhou. Suddenly, the sound of the door lock made me completely awake. What is that? Cat? Dogs? Rats? No, no, no, my house is not a zoo, okay? Zombie or the scary little boy in the curse? But didn't they make it up? About, maybe, 80%, uh no! Isn't it? So, a thief? What should I do? For an instant, my head was spinning rapidly, but my body was as stiff as a dead body and I couldn't move. I was so intent on getting into the quilt that I was shaking with fear.
With a crisp and harsh "click" sound, the door opened, footsteps got closer and closer, and then stopped at the bedside. I feel it pulling my quilt. I held my breath and broke out in a cold sweat, but there was a slight sigh in my ear. It's grandma! Did grandma tuck me in? Surprised and happy, I quickly climbed out of the quilt. It's really her! Grandma seems to be scared by me. I asked, "Grandma, what are you doing in my room?" Don't you want to sleep with me? Don't you regret it? "Grandma smiled and slowly explained to me," I came in to take medicine. " "medicine? What medicine? "Grandma was interrupted by me." You go to sleep quickly. Adults and children don't have to worry. "Say, regardless of my face of confusion, grandma hurried out of the room and closed the door behind her. I remembered grandma's face was not very good recently, and thought that maybe she just didn't want me to worry, so she fell asleep.
A few weeks later, grandma suddenly fell ill and said goodbye to this world. The name of the disease is so long that I can't remember it clearly. It's just that I cried all day and thought it over. My grandmother doesn't want to sleep with me. Maybe she's afraid. I'm worried Or maybe, when I wake up every morning, the warm bed and the door left unlocked are the traces left by my grandmother after coming to my room every night.
Love, the word is hard to say, but what is certain is that after that, I have not locked the door, although no one will come in to tuck me in.
600 words of composition on the topic of door.
When I was a child, the door was the interval leading to the yard. I am outside the door and my mother is inside.
It was fun when I was a child. As soon as it clears up, I like to swing in the yard, pick small flowers, ride a small bike, and even play with the tail of a little paradog. Every time I go out, I always call my mother loudly and tell her not to close the door, for fear that once the door is closed, I will never get in again. After a long time, I went out more often. My mother said, "Mom doesn't close the door, but she doesn't lock it. When the baby comes back, it will open with a push. " I blinked and said dully, "Mom just didn't lock the door and didn't close it." , turned and shook his head happily, skipping away.
Outside is a happy play time, inside is a pair of smiling eyes.
From small to large, the door is the interval between me and my parents. I am inside the door and my parents are outside.
People grow up day by day, and with the growth of body and mind, there seem to be more and more little secrets. I like to stay in my room alone, read my homework alone, and even play in front of the computer to kill time alone. Parents just look in quietly through the gap of the door, fearing that the door will be closed for a long time if it is pushed further.
Inside the door is a world immersed alone, and outside the door is a forever caring eye.
Later, the door was a pole to the future. The future is in the door, and I am outside.
The desks and bookcases are full of books. Parents say that the future will be better if you read more and see more; Do more topics and you will gain something in the future world. I am in the pile of books, in the ocean of topics, and at the urging of my parents, I imagine the future behind the door.
Outside the door is me studying hard with a book in my arms, and behind me are my parents who accompany me; Inside the door is the future world, peeking secretly, but seeing nothing.
What about the future! Behind the door left unlocked will be a long road leading to people's paradise. I am outside countless doors, and the angels of success and hope are inside.
The composition of the subject is 600 words and three words.
As night falls, dad hasn't come home yet. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I was just about to open the door when it suddenly occurred to me that dad had a key. Is it mom? No, mom has a key, too! Is this the legendary little secret that mom and dad usually say?
If this is really a peep, then I will move a chair from the restaurant in fear and trembling, climb onto it and put my eyes on the cat's eye. Oh, my God! What a dark and unpainted piece! Well, it seems really sneaky. It was sneaking away that blocked the cat's eye.
Oh! I suddenly had a brainwave, turned off all the lights at home, put a big basin of water at the door, put a line on the beam and hooked a small wooden box. In this case, if I pull it, the thief will die.
Thought of here, my heart, this just put a little down, ran to the sofa and lay down, pulling the rope in his hand.
10 minutes later, I got up uneasily and locked the door for fear of prying it open.
Ten minutes passed again, and thirty minutes passed. I only heard the pattering sound outside the door. I secretly started to pry the door! 50 minutes have passed, can't this little thief wait? Suddenly, there was a cry from outside: "Son, it's me, Dad!" " "
As soon as I heard it, the accent was quite in line with dad, and the voice was more in line with dad! This must be dad!
However, I always remain vigilant for fear that others will imitate my father. I opened the door carefully, only to see my father's figure flash in. I saw my father walk into the pool. I accidentally pulled the rope when I was excited, and the wooden box fell on my father's head.
However, my father did not fly into a rage, but said kindly; "Son, I have my key. I blocked the cat's eye, but I really can't wait. I want to call you in the bathroom. This is an exercise. You are doing very well. I want to reward you! "
When I wanted to ask what the reward was, my father had already gone to the toilet. Boom!
This exercise left a deep impression on me, and my father has a high position in my heart. I was also frightened by my bravery that day.
The composition of the door is 600 words and four words.
Grandma's door is still the same old style, with a little sawdust under the mottled crimson paint. The red Spring Festival couplets posted on New Year's Day are still hanging on it to cover up some old years. But it still presents a happy and beautiful red.
Grandma has long been used to taking the dog out to play mahjong after lunch. Grandpa, on the other hand, rarely walks because of his inconvenient legs and feet. He likes to lie in a chair and look at those red years with reading glasses. It seems that when he was young, grandpa was still a high-spirited teacher in the military camp. When I was a child, he would help me solve application problems that I couldn't.
That door has always been left unlocked in my impression, and it is carefully locked, as if afraid that a gust of wind will blow and the door will close. On holidays, relatives come and go, and the door is left unlocked. When I was a child, I skipped upstairs to leave a good door for my grandfather. But the most unforgettable thing is the door left unlocked for me every Saturday. That's the door grandma left specially before she left, because she was afraid that grandpa would forget his key in a hurry and couldn't open the door. Usually, when I push through the door, my grandfather calls my name, and then I simply say "hmm". Then I run upstairs, throw away my schoolbag and start eating. Grandpa will come up slowly step by step to help me heat this and that, and will give me everything I like to eat. Then continue to watch TV step by step. Because grandpa's legs and feet are clumsy, it's hard to walk. The soft rubber under his crutch was badly ground, and several concave and convex waves were ground where four fingers were bent and pushed, and there seemed to be a big hole where the thumb was pressed. Every time I see this crutch, I will be more convinced that "dripping water wears away the stone".
When I was a child, my grandfather was very kind to me. He often gets up early to buy steamed bread for me to eat, and often buys strawberry-flavored fruit fudge and beautiful tiger skin ring cream cake. Now every time I taste it again, it is always not as real and fragrant as before. Maybe it's not surprising that everything is delicious now. People who may eat are still stubborn in their hearts. I prefer the latter.
Behind the door left unlocked, it is not only grandpa's inconvenient helplessness, but also his eagerness to call my name to confirm my return and the great love hidden in that door. Without a mask, what I did was simple: I gently pushed open the door and said, "Grandpa, I'm back."
The crimson wooden door left unlocked will still be left unlocked for me, maybe not forever, but I know that when I go back this week, it will still be left unlocked for me, which is enough. After that, give it to memory.
The composition of the subject is 600 words and five words.
A door stood there quietly and gently, closed. On one side of the door is a child who is still struggling near the exam, and on the other side is a mother whose eyes are bloodshot but refuse to sleep.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock" In the silent room, only the clock is singing its own melody, monotonous and rigid. The mother walked softly to the door, raised her hand and knocked at the door to remind the child that it was time to rest. She looked up and watched the clock approaching slowly, hesitated and took her hand back, and crept back to the sofa for fear of disturbing the children. After all, the child has been fighting bloody battles for half a year. My mother hesitated in front of the door, so it was very quiet.
The night is getting darker and darker, the street lamps outside the window are also extinguished, and the community is silent. Li Men's children also stood up. She stretched and wanted a glass of water, but looked at her watch and didn't go out at last, for fear of disturbing her mother's rest.
The clock struck a few times, and it was already one o'clock. The mother finally made up her mind to let the child rest. She picked up the cup of milk that had been heated many times and walked to the door. On the other hand, the child was so thirsty that he decided to tiptoe out. When the child gently opened the door, she saw her mother holding milk, one hand frozen in the air. Mother smiled shyly: "son, I see you study so hard, and I want to give you a cup of hot milk to have a rest." Do you feel troubled? " The child paused and shook his head: "Mom, why don't you sleep?" Don't worry, it's too late. Go back to rest. "
The child drank the cup of milk that had been heated many times by hand. When she returned the cup to her mother, she found that the ground was hidden in her mother's black hair, as if it had been stained with milk.
The next night, the child was still studying hard under the lamp, and the mother was still busy warming the milk. However, the difference is that the door, open, should also be open, because it can not separate a mother and daughter who are connected to each other. "Children want to see their mothers, and mothers want to accompany their children."
That kid, that's me. During that time, I was preparing for the junior high school exam, and my favorite middle school waved to me every night. That night, the open door gave me endless motivation, because there was my mother's care and company outside.