Excellent composition that cannot be erased

Chapter 1:

In daily life, there are many things that disappear without a trace as time goes by. However, there is one thing that sticks in my mind and may never be forgotten.

It was a morning during the summer vacation two years ago, and the weather was particularly good. I stood in front of my house, looking at the blue sky. The soft sunlight shone on my face, which felt very comfortable. I stretched out hard. At this time, several crisp bird calls attracted me. The cry was high and low, and seemed to be nearby. I looked around for the source of the sound, and finally came to the eaves and saw a bird's nest. From this cry, it is not difficult to hear that the bird must be hungry.

I moved the ladder and climbed up. I stood on the ladder and lifted up a tile on the eaves. I saw two little birds standing up here and there. They opened their mouths wide and chirped, as if they were eager to compete for food. What a cute little guy! I looked at them carefully again. Their feathers were not fully grown yet, and their skin was naked and their flesh was exposed. Looking at these two cute little guys, I couldn't help but reach out my hand and take one of them home. I immediately caught millet and fed it, but it didn't even look at it. Oh, by the way, it's supposed to eat bugs. So, I quickly took the bottle and ran to the grass to look for bugs. After working for a long time, I finally caught four or five. I held the worm in front of the bird's eyes, and it immediately stretched its neck, opened its goose-yellow mouth, and ate up all the worms. In this way, feeding the birds has become an interesting part of my life.

Watching the little bird grow its feathers and become stronger day by day, I feel an indescribable joy. After a while, the little bird actually flew, and sometimes it could fly a long distance. I was surprised and happy, and worried that it would fly away, so I got a cage, put it in it, and placed it on the windowsill.

One day at noon, the weather was sultry and it seemed like it was going to rain. After staying at my classmate's house for a few days, I remembered that I had not fed the bird. Thinking of this, I rushed home like an arrow regardless of everything. The scene on the window sill shocked me - I saw the bird in the cage. Lying on his stomach, closing his eyes tightly, trembling all over. The food box in the cage was already empty and there was no water. Looking at the dying bird, I felt sorry and guilty. I was the one who caught it and wanted to feed it well, but now, I am starving to this point. I caressed the cage and regretted it so much.

At this time, the little bird slowly opened its dull eyes, as if it was looking at me.

At this time, strong winds were blowing outside the window, it was raining, and the rumble of thunder seemed to be a strong protest from the birds to me. When I carefully took it out of the cage, it moved slightly and died.

I looked at it silently, with tears uncontrollably rolling in my eyes. Looking at the little bird that I had raised day and night, I couldn't help but shed tears, and the teardrops fell on the little bird's young body. Drop by drop splashed away...

There was another burst of thunder outside the window. This meant that the wind outside was getting stronger and the rain was getting faster. Cute little bird, you have told me with your life that if I really love you, I should let you return to the embrace of nature instead of staying in this birdcage full of restraints. Birds, birds! I hope that if you have another life, you can return to nature and fly freely under the blue sky!

Chapter 2:

The blue ink spread over a large area, making the delicate plain umbrella surface mottled and bleeding. I wiped it with a wet wipe, but the ink had penetrated the umbrella surface through the rain and could not be wiped off. I was so angry that I threw the umbrella to the ground and sulked on the table.

Grandma’s pen calligraphy is very beautiful, but there are many elderly people her age who are illiterate. This used to make me proud. When I was in school, my grandma was always afraid that others would take my things, so she wrote my name on almost everything she could write on. At first, when I was in elementary school, I was very proud to see my name written all over my textbooks, and the handwriting was very elegant. But since that time, when my Chinese language book disappeared, my grandma not only wrote on the cover, but also on the front page, and even on the spine. Her reason was: the cover can be torn off, and others can write on the spine. Can't steal it. I couldn't laugh or cry about this, so I had to let her go.

When I am in high school, every time I take a new book home, my grandma will sit at the table as always, put on her reading glasses, and write my names one by one. Once, I saw my grandma writing her name on the spine of the book again. I was in a bad mood and shouted to my grandma: "If you write again, I will tear up the book! Do you think everyone is a thief?" Grandma was halfway through writing. The pen stopped. After a pause, she slowly put on the pen cover and walked out. Looking at her back, I fell into deep self-blame: Maybe grandma wanted to practice calligraphy. After all, she has , I didn’t even have a chance to pick up a pen, so I thought about writing my name...

I thought for a long time, straightened up, and looked at the eraser, glasses case, and correction box with my name written in front of me. With... each delicate word seems to tell me grandma's desire.

After I got home from school, I hung my umbrella on the door and went to wash my hands. Grandma saw the ink-stained umbrella and said, "Oh, oh, if I had known I should have written the opposite side, it would have made a mess!" I looked at her regretful eyes and said nothing.

After dinner, I took out a book of graph paper and said to grandma: "Grandma, if you want to write in the future, just write on this. Don't write my name anymore. If you are interested, you can write an article and publish it." Are you angry with grandma? Can grandma buy you a new umbrella this afternoon?" At this time, grandma was like a child who had done something wrong. I said, "I will give grandma a chance. What's wrong, why do you always have to write my name on all kinds of things?" Grandma sighed and said, "You were always bullied by other children when you were a child, and you brought the toys and handkerchiefs you just bought to school. It was snatched away by others. You cried when you came back and made grandma feel distressed. After writing your name, others did not dare to take it. It is useless for them to insist that it is theirs. You can take it back..." Listen After hearing what grandma said, my heart skipped a beat. It turned out that grandma was worried about me... My heart suddenly solidified, and my face seemed to be burning. It turned out that grandma was only thinking about me...

< p>Grandma turned around and wiped the umbrella again. I said, "Grandma, don't wipe it. It's okay, it can still be used." I coquettishly hugged Grandma's shoulders and said, "Grandma, please write my name for me in the future." Grandma was a little bit Looking at me in surprise, I said, "I have a bad memory!" and then ran away with a smile. Grandma muttered, "This kid." But she smiled beautifully in the sunshine after the rain.

The ink stains on that umbrella have not been erased to this day, but I like that umbrella very much, because what really cannot be erased is grandma’s love and family affection.

Chapter 3:

With one move of your hand, you leave indelible traces in the flowers; with one move of your hand, you leave indelible traces on the grass; you My many actions have left many indelible traces on the earth.

When the wind blows over the water, it will return to calm after a ripple, leaving no trace; a red maple leaf slowly floats down from the tree, and is pillowed in the sleeping grass, leaving no trace, and this At that time, you would take your beloved football and crawl around on the grass, waking up the sleeping grass and leaving indelible traces on them.

Look around! When will a tree that has been cut down into logs be restored? The pasture has turned into a desert. When will it recover? The ozone hole in Antarctica is expanding day by day. When will it recover? The accelerating extinction of one species after another, when will it stop? There are no answers to these questions, because these are the indelible traces we have left on the earth with every move we make.

Look down at yourself! Are you holding disposable chopsticks? Is the bag in your hand a disposable plastic bag? Did you just throw away the wooden stick of the finished meat skewers? Maybe what I said is true, but do you know what the consequences will be? Trees are knocked down faster and white pollution is more severe. And these are the indelible traces we have left on the earth. The moonlight pours down without leaving a trace; the white clouds drift by without leaving a trace; the breeze blows without leaving a trace. Adding beauty to nature and makeup to the earth. They are so charming but leave no trace. It is not necessary to leave traces so that they will not be forgotten or appreciated.

Spring comes and goes in a hurry, leaving no trace, but the gentleness of the spring breeze and the fragrance of flowers are not forgotten; winter still leaves no trace, and the proud plum trees and lonely pine trees in the cold winter are still appreciated by people.

When you see the flowers in spring, don’t stretch out your hands, just let their fragrance refresh you; when you see the buds of the grass, don’t lift your feet, just let their beauty refresh you. Eye candy. Don't break branches greedily, don't scribble wantonly, and don't despise the paper in your hands.

Don’t think that a person’s life must leave indelible traces to be valuable. Maybe this sentence is sometimes correct, but the traces should remain in the heart rather than on the surface.

In this way, when we are about to leave, we will recite Xu Zhimo’s poem with a clear conscience: Gently, I left, just as I came gently, waving my sleeves, Not taking away a single cloud, nor leaving any indelible traces.

Chapter 4:

There is something called memory, which is so wonderful that it makes you want to forget but cannot. In the blink of an eye, nearly two months have passed since the first year of junior high school. There are a few things that have been hidden in my heart for a long time that I can't forget.

I still remember that time when I was studying in the evening, the Chinese teacher came over for tutoring. My misfortune began from then on. First of all, my cup encountered "misfortune". I put my water cup on the table. Since the water was a bit hot, I unscrewed the lid and waited for the water to cool down before drinking. Unexpectedly, a classmate happened to pass by my desk and didn't notice the water in my cup. All of a sudden, I became a "soaked rat". So, I spent the whole night with wet hair, wet clothes, and wet pants. To this day, I'm still worried about this.

I thought that God would let me go after I had such bad luck. But I didn't expect that God would not let me go. I drag my wet body and read a book, http://reading with gusto. Unexpectedly, at this moment, a person behind me suddenly made a "coo-coo" sound, and the sound was very loud. I glanced back, wanting to see what was going on, but unexpectedly, my beloved book fell to the wet ground because of my mistake.

Suddenly, my book seemed to have just returned from a rescue operation in a disaster area. It completely changed its appearance and was horrible to look at.

After this incident, my bad luck is not over yet. I don’t know why, but most of the students in the class suddenly laughed, especially the people around me, who laughed the hardest. I saw how they were smiling and couldn't help but laugh myself. Who knew I would laugh out loud as soon as I smiled. The teacher asked: "Who is it?" Some students blurted out my name at once. I completely collapsed at that time: so many classmates were laughing, why was I so unlucky?

Alas! Although it was an unlucky night, I still can’t forget it!

Chapter 5:

After this earthquake, my mother once again thought of the Tangshan earthquake more than 30 years ago. I often heard my mother talk about her brother, my uncle, the relative who died in the earthquake.

My grandma had five children. My grandfather passed away when my mother was very young, and my uncle was frail and sick, so my grandma focused all her experiences on my uncle. My uncle's academic performance was very good, but because of his diabetes, he often had to go to the hospital for medical treatment in the middle of school. This was done intermittently. When he was 30 years old, he graduated from college and was assigned to a factory in the county. Be a leader. The year was 1972.

In 1973, my uncle got married and had a child. She was a lively and lovely daughter who was very close to her aunt (who was my mother). Since the uncle and aunt are not with the child, the mother spends her spare time with her niece. They are as close as mother and daughter.

Life is dull, but also happy. But perhaps fate had destined this misfortune. On July 27, 1976, my uncle was arranged to go to Tangshan for a meeting, but he left and never came back.

On the night of July 28, the heat was oppressive. Since my aunt was not at home, my mother coaxed her 3-year-old niece to sleep with her. But in the middle of the night, I didn’t know what sound made her sleep. The mother woke up and felt as if the ground was shaking. The mother picked up her little niece with her hands and ran outside quickly. She saw yellow mud spraying from the water pipe outside. The mother was stunned at that time. Don't know what happened.

The next day, my mother heard that there was a big earthquake in Tangshan and many people died. Her throat seemed to be choked by something, and she was speechless for a moment. Oh no, her brother is still in Tangshan! So he hurriedly found his younger brother, got on his bicycle and rushed to Tangshan. They didn't stop for a second during the 100-kilometer journey. When they arrived in Tangshan, martial law was enforced there. My mother became even more anxious, so she asked people around her about the hotel where her uncle was staying. When she heard that no one survived in that hotel, her mother fainted there. After she woke up, she still refused to leave. I waited there for two days without eating anything, but in the end I still didn't get any news from my uncle.

A close relative, who was only 34 years old, passed away like this. This was a huge blow to my grandma. She collapsed to the ground several times, never believing that her son would leave her like this. Later, she poured all her love into her little granddaughter. Every day she would cherish this person who was somewhat similar to her son, trying to find a little bit of her son in her granddaughter. But half a year later, the aunt remarried to Tangshan and took the child away. From then on, the grandma never saw her granddaughter again, which made the old man's heart even more painful.

To this day, my mother often talks about her cute little niece, guessing that she must have graduated from college and got a job. She also often recalls various things from her childhood. To this day, I still don’t quite understand why my aunt no longer allowed her daughter to have any contact with her grandma’s family after she took the child away. Maybe, she is doing it for her current family.

The Sichuan Earthquake deeply shocked the hearts of every Chinese people, and also made many Tangshan people once again open the wounds deep in their hearts that had not been touched for a long time. Perhaps we cannot do it for those people. What should I do for the lives that have passed away? I can only pray silently for them.

May the deceased rest in peace and cheer for the living!

Chapter 6:

It is another Mid-Autumn Festival, a day for family reunion. Looking at the happy scene of the family, my thoughts can't help but drift to the distance...

My family lives in a remote mountain village and is economically backward. Dad works out of town and comes back only once every few months. At that time, my sister was in her second year of high school and I was still in elementary school. Because my father was too tired from work, he fell ill. The family could not make ends meet, so after discussion, they had no choice but to let my sister drop out of school.

I will never forget that day. The sun was baking the earth, the cicadas were screaming desperately, and my sister was working in the fields wearing a straw hat. Drops of sweat fell down and seeped into the soil... At this time, my mother ran over and told her sister to drop out of school. My sister was stunned and ran home like crazy. She opened the door suddenly and saw her father's weak face. She turned around and ran out without saying anything. She went to the school's music classroom alone and stood there blankly, with tears in her eyes, murmuring the newly learned songs in her mouth, and gently caressing the pianos, tables and chairs... Here we are. In the evening, she staggered back home.

In the winter of that year, the wind was howling, tearing everything apart, and the snow was flying. My sister went to work in another place carrying a heavy package. I went to see her off. I cried and said to my sister: "Sister, I I don’t want you to leave, how about we stay together?” My sister choked up: “Silly boy, my sister can make a lot of money by working outside, so you can go back to school. Mom is still waiting for you at home.” After saying that, my sister got on the train. Looking at my sister's thin back, I thought: I will definitely study hard and live up to my sister's hard work for me.

In the blink of an eye, two years have passed. Missing me tightly grasps my heart like a vine. I called my sister countless times, and she always said good things. However, are you really living well in a foreign country? Sister, I hope you can come back and spend this Mid-Autumn Festival together.