The composition "Please follow me ..." requires: 1, 500 words. 2. No matter where you write, you should choose 3 or 4 scenic spots, divide them into chapters and use transitional sentences. Character language, activity.
The young college students were stunned by the examiner's question and blushed. The examiner went on to say, "Come back this time tomorrow, but on one condition, you must hold your mother's feet."
The young man left with a red face. He couldn't understand the examiner's intention, but in any case, he had to hold his mother's foot according to the examiner's request.
The young college student lost his father in his early years, and only he and his mother lived alone, and his family was poor. Mother works as a servant for others to put him through college. The young college student actually understands and loves his mother very much, but he never hugged her feet at all. He didn't know what it would be like to hold his mother's feet.
When the young man came home, his mother had not come back. He thinks her feet must be tired because her mother has been running for many years. Tonight, I must wash her feet and then give her a gentle massage.
Mom came back very late. The young man asked his mother to sit down, then brought a pot of hot water, holding a towel in his right hand and holding his mother's feet in his left hand. Suddenly, he found his mother's feet as hard as sticks. The young college students burst into tears and held their feet tightly in their arms for a long time.
That night, the young man went to the company as promised and said to the examiner with a heavy heart, "I really understand now how difficult it is to be a man." You made me understand a very simple truth. Only by understanding his mother can he be kind to himself! "
The examiner smiled at this moment, nodded and said, "Come to work in the company tomorrow!" "
Examiners aim to test the understanding of college students, but unexpectedly they sublimate a person's soul.
Young college students will never forget their mother's hardships and their responsibilities. A few years later, he grew up and became the boss of a big company. This story once moved me and made me feel deeply ashamed.
My mother helped me through college by working as a laundryman for others, but I can't seem to express my bitterness about her life except gratitude. On the contrary, when I indulge my temperament and do some boring things, I always regard my mother's concern as a burden, and even rob my mother more than once to say, "I have grown up, so don't worry!" " "From time to time, my mother's eyes are blank.
However, a few years later, when I saw this story, when I went to wash my mother's feet with a more pious mind than Japanese college students, I couldn't help but kneel down and swallow my mother's feet with difficulty. I stroked the scar left by frostbite on my mother's foot, kissed her ankle worn out by years, and wiped her toes squeezed and deformed by life. As if I had returned to my childhood, my eyes were full of my mother's tired figure.
The old mother's feet in her arms condensed the vicissitudes of her life and engraved the bitterness of her mother's raising her son. It is on those feet that mothers run around the world, bringing back hope for their children again and again. The mother's foot stepped on the child's future, but sent away her youth; Mother's feet used to be like a big tree, sheltering children from the wind and rain, but at the same time they were eroded by years and weathered into charcoal; Mom's feet are actually more than just a pair of feet. They are clearly Optimus Prime supporting the world and scaffolding supporting the future and hope.
The night I held my mother's foot in my hand, I finally understood my mother and really understood that people live for dedication.
Many years later, when I finally grow into a big tree, when I sit in a huge classroom and tell my friends who call my teacher devoutly about my creative experience, I will tell them; If you really want to understand the true meaning of life, you might as well go back and hug your mother's feet. It is a masterpiece that is more powerful than any classic textbook. After reading it, you can understand the whole life.
I don't know if my friends really went home and hugged my mother's feet, but I remembered this. When I am on cloud nine, when I can't find myself, when I am depressed or even about to degenerate, I will take time to go back to my hometown, choose a quiet night with the moon, sit in the yard, wash my mother's feet, then gently hold it, close my eyes and calmly feel the vicissitudes, nobility and awe with my soul. Only in an instant, the whole person was awake and bright, without the lost irritability, lonely distress, self-righteousness after success, and people returned to nature and tended to be calm.
Holding one's mother's feet in one's hands is actually holding one's own destiny.
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Christmas in my mind is always so comfortable and pleasant. In the impression of 65438+ February, there is no winter chill at all, only the warmth of spring. The last bunch of plum blossoms in primary school is in bloom, and it will open on Christmas, the festival when plum blossoms should be open.
Whenever this day comes, no matter who you are, there will always be greeting cards and blessing words scattered on the table. The distance is painted with colored crayons, accompanied by heavy snow, giving people the innocence of Christmas. After school, the students bought ribbons and balloons at the stalls and braved the snow to decorate the classroom and every road they passed. The school lost its former dignity and was replaced by the rich atmosphere of Christmas, as well as the long-lost tranquility, elegance and fragrance. ...
In the season of plum blossom, there is joy everywhere, leaving the fierce competition on weekdays behind. On the immaculate Christmas in primary school, everyone Qi Xin put ribbons and flowers in the classroom together, and the friends who came to school were always buried by laughter. This smile is not a mockery of April Fool's Day, nor a smile of Children's Day, nor is it the pride of self-centered victory. Look at the mountains of greeting cards on the table and the tireless "Merry Christmas" of your companions. A warm current like home flooded into my heart, making people feel warm. It is estimated that this western flowering festival will also be introduced to East Asia, and it is no different!
Christmas is always full of charming fragrance in the waves of memory, always like this. We just had a snowball fight, full of childishness, which added another delicacy to the Christmas dinner. Strolling through the streets, pondering the famous phrase "Snow loses a plum blossom", we stepped on Leng Xue, which is unwilling to melt under our feet, and enjoyed the gifts brought by nature and history. The Christmas tree in the community stands tall and colorful; Neon lights are flashing. As night falls, the city is shrouded in white snow and gorgeous colors, and the moonlight is hazy. Appreciating this rare Christmas in Beijing, my thoughts seem to have returned to ancient times, and it is also the snowy month of 65438+February. ...
Oh, Christmas, you western immigrant, how much laughter have you pinned on our new generation of young people? You are snow. When wintersweet blossoms, it comes and goes silently. You are the wind, without a trace, but you set off the festive laughter. You are still a pure heart, brighter and brighter in the dirtier corner. You throw your childish smile in the snow, melting snowflakes and fragments in people's hearts. Her name is Christmas, and the glory she once had is engraved in my heart. Remember her face and her smile. Who won't be infected by the elegant atmosphere of Christmas in the past? I vaguely remember that laughter blooms with wintersweet and laughs with wintersweet.
I can't find that Christmas smile now.
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A swift river roared into the distance, forming a winding dragon, coiled around the ancient land, which made people tremble. A blue ocean cries, rolls up snow-white waves, rushes out of rough waves, slaps the rocks on the shore and scrubs the white beach, which is impressive; A high snowy mountain is sleeping, holding up the graceful snow lotus, blowing out psychedelic smoke and sprinkling snowflakes like goose down, creating a world wrapped in white, which makes people feel comfortable and satisfied. The beauty of the world lies in its magnificence, its diversity and its changes. If you can travel around the world, enjoy the cold mountains and fine waters, see waterfalls and flowing springs, see Cangshan Jinghu Lake and swim in dense forests and deep streams, it is really refreshing and self-sufficient. However, everyone is struggling for a living, and not many people can travel all over the world. The triviality and noise in the world have already exhausted us physically and mentally, so since we can't leave our existing work and life to travel, why not let our hearts travel?
Let your mind travel. You can read a book, or recite a few poems, as if you were in the beautiful forest in the book, or wandering the streets of the ancient town in the poem. You can stand on the top of a high mountain and stare at the lightning in the wind and rain. You can sit on a light awning boat and enjoy colorful rainbows. You can also ride on a comfortable horse and look around the endless prairie. You can imagine yourself as a poet, living in seclusion in the mountains or fields. You can also imagine yourself as an eagle, embracing white clouds and blue sky. You can even look at a spring and cry.
Let the soul travel, you can enjoy a painting, you can see pastures and villages, farmhouses and terraces, you can also see lonely smoke in the desert, light rain in the south of the Yangtze River, mangroves by the sea, you can also see calcified beach flows, towering peaks and the red sun rising in Ran Ran. You can even feel the whistle of Sha Ou and the cry of an ape. You can feel the rope on the tracker's shoulder, and feel the droplets entering the mud.
When you travel with your mind, you can recall a period of history or imagine a country you have never been to. You can imagine the back of a strong man drifting away, the tragic suicide of a hero on the bank of Wujiang River, and the blazing fire in Battle of Red Cliffs. You can also imagine that you are standing on the bell tower of Notre Dame, the leaning tower of Pisa, or the majestic Petlin Mountain in Prague. You can walk with your heart and enjoy different scenery without the limitation of region and time.
Spiritual travel is a conscious self-wandering, relaxing yourself whenever and wherever. You can feel the disillusionment of misty clouds, the whispering of swallows, the melting snowflakes, the seeds that break through the ground, and even the beating of life that is about to be born in eggshells. Some people may say that it is just a daydream when a dreamer is bored. Indeed, our fantasy is a fantasy after all, and it can't be realized. However, an imaginary paradise is better than a real hell. Let the soul travel without indulging in fantasy, and never lose the courage and confidence to face the challenges of life. On the contrary, it is a purification of the soul and a magic weapon to comfort our souls. Without it, people who are overwhelmed by busy life. With it, they will be more quiet, indifferent and calm when facing challenges and pressures.