Pay attention to the composition of senior one.
Worrying 1 is just waiting, just like always blowing in the cold wind.
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Father's love is a tree that provides firewood for my life; Father's love is firewood, igniting my future fire; Father's love is fire, which lights the lamp in front of me; Father's love is a lamp that illuminates my future.
Once upon a time, I didn't understand why my father's back was bent; Why do you leave scars on your face? Why are the eyes more blurred? Until that cold winter.
It was a day when it snowed for the eighth month in the sky of Tatar, and the weather was surprisingly cold. I curled up on the bus home. Through the window grilles, I saw a middle-aged man standing shivering under the bus stop sign in the distance. The car is approaching. I saw a rickety back, a scarred face and a pair of blurred eyes. Ah, it's dad! He was tightly wrapped in a floating coat, one corner of which had been lifted by the strong wind. I quickly got off the bus. He seemed to be ready and walked quickly towards me. The coat was completely caught by the wind and floated behind him. He came over and quickly took my hand. He certainly wanted to keep me warm, but what I got was a cold hand. He seemed to realize this and withdrew his hand in panic. I quickly grabbed the hand that escaped and refused to let go for a long time. Because I know that I am grasping the wealth of my life.
When breathing, there will still be white air, feet are still on the ice, but the chest is red and hot. I smiled and asked my father, "Why did you come back to pick me up today?" "Less work, worrying about you at home, come and wait for you." "How long have you been here?" I helped him sort out the coat I refused. Father hesitated for a moment, then stammered, "Just arrived, just … a few minutes."
We walked towards the village. Uncle Li, the doorman, poked his head out of the room. "Come on, come in and warm up. You have been waiting for three hours. You must be freezing. " I looked at my father, his livid face slightly embarrassed. I feel a thin piece of ice across my cheek, warm and cold.
It's hard to imagine what powerful support made a man stay in the cold wind for three hours for nearly half a century. This is the greatest man in the world. But he is not a great man, he just thinks that an extremely ordinary father, my father. ...
Care, just this kind of care. Let him be fearless of the erosion of this cold wind; Let him not care about those unconscious hands; Let him dare not sit in the factory, because he thinks there is another son he cares about in the car next door.
Care, just because care, care in this cold wind. ...
Concern is mutual, no matter how far apart, it exists in each other's hearts, because blood is thicker than water.
/kloc-Before the age of 0/6, I grew up like a chicken and hid in the strong arms of my parents. Every time I see other children being forced to be independent, I feel proud in my heart. I am the happiest child.
However, after 16 years old, I finally stopped being a chicken, and the pride of the past is no longer my capital. My life has changed since I came to this full-time school. I feel like I fell into a cage before I flew to nature. My happiness seems to dissipate bit by bit.
Fortunately, my mother bought me a phone card and told me to call if anything happened before leaving. So, originally confused, I felt a little comfort when I saw the rope with the key sticking into the cage.
In the next few days, I finished my lunch as quickly as possible, ran to the telephone booth in the dormitory and dialed the telephone quickly. After a few beeps, a familiar voice came: "Bao Er, have you eaten?" "How do you get along with your classmates?" "Have you learned today's knowledge?" Listening to these concerned words, I was silent and tears swirled in my eyes. After adjusting my state, I will ask my mother many questions: "Mom, where are you now?" "My dad went to other places again?" "Have you eaten?"
Every Saturday, I will pack my things early, and as soon as I hear the second class bell ring, I will quickly escape from this "cage".
When I get home, I always call my mother and tell her that I have arrived home safely. She will ask me what I want to eat on weekends and what my dormitory lacks. Occasionally, I was so happy that I forgot to call my mother. She always calls me within half an hour after I get home. After a long time, I felt that I was out of the "cage", adapted to the environment, flew to nature, and happiness approached me bit by bit.
I grow and gain from caring. As time goes by, I no longer rush to the phone, I no longer cry quietly because I hear my mother's voice, and I am no longer the chicken.
In the vast blue sky, I want to fly farther. But no matter how far away I am from home, we all exist in each other's hearts, just because blood is thicker than water.
Pay attention to composition 3 of senior one, the so-called everyone has spirit. People are accompanied by love from birth. Such as flowers and butterflies, fish and water, depend on each other.
With the "pro" of long-term affection, or the "responsibility" of living together, countless silk threads are connected together, which constitutes the so-called human nature.
But once people, or people and things have feelings, one thing has thoughts and concerns about another product, and we haven't seen each other for a long time. This kind of fetter is called "caring".
My mother was my first teacher when I reached out my gentle hand to touch this exciting world. Her sweet voice echoed in my ears, like a clear spring, which immersed me, and like retro tea, which intoxicated me, without any dirt, pure white and flawless.
She taught me how to feel.
When I was a teenager, the sunshine was like water.
My mother brought me an ass that I never forgot or dared to forget.
I only remember that I was alone at home, and only the wall clock was shaking. It happened to be night again, which inexplicably brought a lot of gloom. I turned on the TV unnaturally, trying to hide this strange feeling. I glanced at the wall clock faintly. The hour hand and the minute hand were at a 90-degree angle. My heart can't help racing, my mother hasn't come home yet!
Especially at that moment, I heard the louder and louder rain outside the house, and dyed large white flowers in front of my window. Suddenly I don't know how to describe my feelings, but I feel a silk thread rubbing in my ear, cutting my throat back and forth and making an unfriendly sound. My heart beat faster and my face turned red. I immediately turned off the TV and listened. Waiting anxiously, is there any movement outside the door? Just like a fish thirsts for water.
My heart beats in midsummer with time, but I think mine will be faster.
I don't know why I miss my mother so much at this time, as if I have never seen her in my life. I am eager to wait, want to hug her in the next moment, and miss my mother who has been teaching me gently.
Rain is beating outside the window. Every impact gives me the willies.
I don't know how I got through this hour.
Finally, the long-lost footsteps came, and I jumped to the threshold with a tingle, almost fell down and stood by the door handle. The cold handle can't stimulate my fiery heart deeply. I immediately left the doorknob and looked out without saying anything.
Ah, that's mom! These pants are a little wet. She waddled in the rain. Tears filled my eyes, no matter what the wind and rain, I wanted to stay in the warmest embrace of that world.
I finally know what care is. I saw my mother standing at the door looking at me. Obviously, I told her that I would be late, but the light in the living room was on and waiting for me. Now, I understand.
This is caring. I said with a tearful smile.
Pay attention to senior one composition 4: "When I think of that person/a cloud that floated by my window/gently, against the blue sky/like someone's life ... just like the person who suddenly came to my heart/occasionally flashed by like smoke/then there was a cloud/looking at me with faint eyes outside the window".
When reading this seemingly ugly poem, I don't know why, but I suddenly have a strange resonance and touch in my heart. People are emotional animals. People who have loved or love now may be relatives, friends or lovers. For this kind of love, even if it has become the past, it will be remembered. What are you thinking when you are free? Probably thinking about him (her)! Worried about what he is doing, eating well, sleeping well, being happy ... in short, it's all trivial and insignificant things, but for you, these are all things you care about.
When we were young, we were frivolous, impulsive, struggling and moved. Maybe when you are immature, there is such a person who pays attention to you silently, treats you stupidly and approaches you quietly, and so do you. But at this time, everyone can't bear to pierce this thin enough paper. Many elders call it the "first love" of ups and downs. In fact, this is the bud of love, more like a seemingly attractive but slightly bitter cherry, rather than a sour and sweet green apple. Whatever it is, it doesn't matter.
When I grew up, I went to college and took part in the work, and people gradually became realistic. At this time, the so-called love, more or less mixed with other elements, is mostly based on money and power, and we can no longer see the innocence of our youth. In the silence where the noise has been removed, will a person drink a cup of black coffee, think of that person, think of those ignorant past events, and even care about him from the heart? Of course, all this must not be said, but can only be left in my heart and precipitated in my heart.
No matter in the mountains or valleys, in Tanobe or on the grass, it is difficult to find flowers that will not bloom as long as you pay a little attention. However, some started early and some started late; Some are big, some are small; Some are gorgeous, some are simple; Some flowers bloom long, others short ... in short, all grasses will have their own flowers. Do you miss the exquisite flowers that you have glimpsed more than the gaudy greenhouse flowers that you can often see? Yes, people always do.
When you see that cloud, it is when you are lonely. Who will you think of and who will you care about?
Concerned about the thunderous night, accompanied by miserable white light, you seem to see me in the dark and wake up from my dream, but only tragic thunder and panic caused by boundless darkness accompany you. My impression, however, disappears from your eyes, like a flashing shadow.
You watched me being taken away from home by officers and men, crying and shouting, begging those officers and men with animal hearts not to take me away. Your delicate hands, now desperately grasping my clothes, have been ground out of blood; Loose hair, tears, your beautiful face, I can only drift away in your heartbreaking cry.
Unwilling, you, with the cotton-padded clothes you made for me, traveled thousands of miles alone to find my figure at the foot of the Great Wall. In the vast sea of people, I am no longer there, and the long-standing pain is pouring out at this moment. I never imagined that your crying actually knocked down the Great Wall that was pressing on me, and condensed the accessories of our love to let you know me. But now I am no longer handsome and elegant, but a cold and heartless white skeleton, shining with cold light.
The ups and downs are hundreds of years. ...
On that heartbreaking day, Yonghua's clothes still can't hide your inner indifference. With my death, your originally happy heart is slowly dying. Joy soared, sitting alone in a red sedan chair, bitterness rose to my heart. When the procession passed my grave, the new soil lifted your sadness again, and your sadness could no longer be suppressed. You rushed out of the sedan chair like crazy, rushed to my grave and shouted the name that had been hidden in your heart for a long time: Shanbo!
In your heart-rending cry, accompanied by thunder, my grave opened and you jumped in. So there are many pairs of butterflies flying in pairs in this world.
Meng Jiangnv's "Crying on the Great Wall" is a beautiful story that lasts forever, and "butterfly lovers" is also a story worth telling. What made this love span life and death and last forever? Just care!
Care, what a beautiful, sweet and bitter word. It is happy to meet again after lovesickness, but only one person knows that the emptiness and pain are exchanged for the bitter thoughts of losing your mind and breaking your intestines. Li Bai has a poem "sober people and sages have been forgotten throughout the ages, and only great drinkers can be immortalized", but I think it is even more "only those who think can leave their names", and those related to missing can always be remembered for life. Because this is the noblest, most beautiful, purest and truest side of human beings!
Holding, hanging, perhaps as sweet as honey, perhaps as sour as orange, all deserve our taste, to taste an open humanity, right?
Worried about the guest who was alone in a foreign land, the frost wrapped him in the middle of the night and refused to retreat. He put on his clothes, lifted the gauze curtain, and watched the bright moon on the balcony alone. The glory of Ren Yue swallowed himself up.
Where's mom? Does father still cough? Is my sister still clamoring for a story before going to bed? ……
All this, no matter what, can't let him forget. Even after living in this foreign land for ten or twenty years, even if his accent has changed, he knows that he is a guest after all, and only his hometown is the real place to park. No matter where he is, he can't let go of his concern, his concern for his hometown and his relatives. That night, he couldn't sleep anyway. So, he made a cup of jasmine tea, dried his dry hands with the waste heat outside the porcelain bowl, and let the dense aroma swallow him up. "Maybe caring is really a kind of strength. He is the driving force that supports life. As long as you care about someone and keep him in your heart, you can take him with you wherever you go. Because this concern has created the color of your life. " He casually opened a book at hand, and there was a paragraph on the title page of the book, "Worrying is the driving force, but your thoughts are not far away, because you will always share this wonderful moon." He was taken aback. When he looked up, the moon was already in the sky. He leaned down and only heard a bang. The tea bowl fell to the ground, and the tea water flowed on the ground, reflecting the brilliance of the moon. He can't help but suddenly realize that missing is a realm of life, but how he is full of sorrow. Only when we are apart can we have the happiness of meeting. This concern breeds the joy of meeting, and we shouldn't be sad, just like the empty water in this teacup, clear and clean. He stepped over the spilled tea, took off his coat and hung it gently on the hook. When he looked back at the bright moon again, he said to himself, "Maybe I will always be my family's debt, and they will also be my debt!" " He smiled. What a beautiful debt! He fell asleep in the care and slept soundly in a foreign hotel. He was relieved and detached.
Worry is a song in life. Whether it is Su Xiaoxiao's Song Que or Li Shishi's Mo Xiang, whether it is Li Guinian's Red Carpet Embroidery, or Xu Zhimo's Cambridge, whether it is Shen Congwen's Border Town or Kawabata Yasunari's Magic Mirror, there is always a feeling in it that stings our hearts. Such as the little prince's love for Consolo, the French love for the little prince is so profound and meaningful.
The song of concern will last forever in the guest's heart, just like the earth in your heart and mine, and it will never grow old. The song of concern echoed in the guests' dreams. ...
Pay attention to the moon, the stars decorate the night sky with it, the earth pays attention to spring, smears vitality with it, flowers pay attention to bees, send out rich fragrance with it, and brushes pay attention to white paper, and paint a dazzling future with it!
Looking back a thousand years ago, who was worried about her distant husband wrote, "Don't die, the curtain rolls east wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers." Why on earth did you write such a true poem? Because you care! The blank left in my heart is occupied. Writing such a touching poem needs true feelings! The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it has won three spring rays. "What kind of feelings can make Meng Jiao write such immortal poems! Just care, only care about the feelings of the mother who does not contain a trace of impurities. To make Meng Jiao feel so clear, so sure!
"Sweet they pressed on the ancient highway and reached the crumbling gate. Oh, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you. " What feelings does this immortal poem need? Yes, it's caring. The lush ancient plains are so charming that it is awkward to leave under such circumstances. "If you hate like spring grass, you can go further and live." Every grass seems to be full of feelings of separation. I am so affectionate that I am reluctant to part with my friends.
"Zhu Yan in the mirror has changed, only Dan Xin is hard to destroy. Going to Longsha, looking back at Jiangshan, is like a hair. The ancients should remember that azaleas will die last month. " Such a grand declaration is so sincere that its authenticity is beyond doubt. "In ancient life, no one died, leaving Shan Xin to take care of Han Qing." In fact, he did it. Although he died, he swore an oath to this country.
Throughout history, there are countless concerns. The bachelor soldier who vowed to serve the country, although in "Cao Ying", is still in Han; A couple made a promise, "On the day of parting, I will ride a green horse to drive you to Xiling pine and cypress, and we will be United forever." However, letting go of this world with hatred is a kind of concern. When a mother is embroidering clothes for her son, she is afraid that her son will not return. Isn't this also a concern? Only with the most flawless feelings can we show sincere concern! Just as the stars pay attention to the moon, just as the earth pays attention to spring: flowers pay attention to bees; Just like a brush focuses on white paper; I like having children and caring about my husband's wife; If a mother cares about her son, she also cares about her friends!
When it comes to caring, there will be two colors in my heart: dark green and navy blue.
A few years ago, I lived a plain life for a long time. At that time, I was still young, only seven or eight years old, and I tasted what tasteless food was. Finally one day, my sister in the next building gave me a white Persian cat. Because of its color, I named it "Xiaobai".
My life woke up from boredom because of this cat.
Xiaobai is very human. Not only can he understand what you say, but even your eyes and actions can make him guess your mood. The old man said that dogs don't feel poor at home, and cats like rich owners. I don't agree with this. Xiao Bai is very loyal to his master. Several times, guests came to my house and thought Xiaobai was very cute, so they wanted to leave. I didn't expect to be "ready to send" back in just one day, because no matter how good things were given to him, he kept meowing, his hair was "blown" stiff, his eyes were fixed on the door, and he tried his best to escape home. The guests couldn't help saying, "How can there be such a loyal cat …" At that moment, I stroked Xiaobai and felt very proud.
In the days of raising Xiao Bai, he was my only listener. I regard him as a bosom friend, and all my sorrows and joys will be confided to him. It can understand. I put it on the sunny windowsill and told it. The sunshine sneaked into the house and spilled all over the floor. It will blink one dark green and one blue eye, and then look at me. There is no color in the world as pure as its eyes. At that time, my heart will be occupied by pure dark green and navy blue. I feel so happy. ...
However, when I grow up, learning seems more important to me than being naive. So, my mother sent Xiao Bai away, really. When I left, Xiao Bai's eyes blinked at me, still so pure, but there was a trace of sadness inside.
I don't know where Xiao Bai went, what kind of person he gave, how he is doing, or even whether he is still alive.
I often look at the windowsill, and the sunshine is still there, vaguely sprinkled on the marble. But there should be a pure white figure lying on it, resting her head peacefully on the glass of the window and looking at me with those two different eyes.
I realized it couldn't happen again.
What I can do now is to catch Xiao Bai endlessly. But is it in vain? Because, from now on, my world has lost its dark green and deep blue.
Caring for a person's senior high school composition 9 Caring is the deep concern of one heart for another. It is the bond that connects feelings (feelings, friendship, love). Concern is a family affection, a wisp of acacia, a kind of happiness.
Since ancient times, there has been a beautiful legend of "Peacocks flying southeast", a swan song of "Meng Jiangnu cried over the Great Wall", and a wonderful sentence of "butterfly lovers's joys and sorrows", "I miss you like a full moon, and it decreases every night". All this describes that because of concern, a person's face is getting thinner and thinner until death. Among them, the true, sincere, sad and beautiful feelings expressed by caring make us realize that caring is the best way to identify the depth of feelings and reflects the length of emotional care.
Caring is one of the most precious emotions between people. It has no false impurities and no utilitarian color. After the floods and earthquakes, our public security soldiers, fire fighters and PLA soldiers are worried about people's life and death every minute. They worked hard at the front and wrote a song. When parents are not around their children, they are always worried about them. Care about the child's physical condition; Care about children's learning; I'm also worried about the children's performance. This is what great parents care about.
Caring is generous and selfless dedication, deep blessing and silent prayer. Concerned about poor mountainous areas, caring for children in mountainous areas, caring for vulnerable groups suffering from terminal diseases and physical disabilities, countless people with lofty ideals, selfless donations and enthusiastic help, this concern has made people have more touching stories.
Sometimes, caring is a cup of affectionate nectar, and saying goodbye is also a beautiful blessing. Parents' care for their children is like a cloud. With the birds floating around in the sky, the poverty is more than Qianshan, lingering in children's hearts. The concern between brother and sister is like a mountain stream, clear and transparent. As long as the castle peak is not old, it will always flow. The concern between husband and wife is like graceful words, lingering and far away, and acacia often makes tears touch the towel. What's more, the concern between friends who are not related by blood can often give people endless strength and courage.
Caring is a real detail behavior: buying a pill, sending a cup of hot water is a sign of concern, asking "good morning" and saying "good night" is a sign of concern, a greeting card, a letter from home, a phone call and a message. This is a sign of concern. I've learned it.
Pay attention to the composition of senior one 10, a wisp of acacia is full, and every family cares. Like a kite string. Like vines around the fence.
A kind of yearning is attachment, and a kind of sustenance is also concern. Caring is like a piece of paper without edges, filled with countless inner vows; Care is like a clear night and a bright moon, and silence is full of long-term expectations; Care is like a wave stirred in the sea, which lasts for a long time in a short time!
How long is the history of mankind, how long is the concern; How deep the human family is, how deep the concern is; How strong the friendship between people is, how strong the concern is.
Looking back at history, the road is long, and it's Xiu Yuan! Because of concern, there is a beautiful legend that peacocks fly southeast: there is an eternal swan song of "Meng Jiangnu cries the Great Wall"; Only the joys and sorrows of butterfly lovers; There is a wonderful chapter of "thinking like a full moon, decreasing every night"; It left us with a true and sincere beauty of sadness.
When can I see you when I say goodbye to my old friend? Spring grass is still growing in the old place! In the sunset, the lonely watch of Li Qingzhao's "Dongli Jiudu"; In the drizzle, Li Shangyin looked forward to "when to cut the candle at the west window together, but talk about the rain at night"; Under the solitary lamp, Du Fu yearned for "when did it pass by, and see that the bright light no longer tears?" ... full of countless deep concerns. How much time has changed, how many years have changed, and there is only a cup of helpless sigh of "wine into sorrow, tears into love".
A sharp knife can't break the flowing water in the east, and it's hard to separate hometown at the end of the world. Wandering in a foreign land, my heart is home, and I miss my relatives every holiday. Sad to sing alone, "when you are in a foreign land, you miss your relatives twice every holiday." This is Wang Wei's concern. The afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on the horizon and looked at the distance with a sigh, "The sun is setting, and the heartbroken people are in the horizon." This is Ma Zhiyuan's concern. How deep the homesickness is, how strong the affection is. At this time, there is only "I wish you a long time and a thousand miles together." Best wishes and deep sustenance.
Concern is as lingering as a stream, as endless as a river and as surging as the sea. It is the lamp of an empty heart, the cutting of the heart sea, the experience of the heart, the plow of the heart and the secret of the heart box. Tears when you are sad and drunkenness when you are happy are all precious because you care. Sunset is not the passage of time, the wind is not the fault of the forest, and parting is not the time without waiting. However, as long as you have loved, waited and given, no matter how distant the history is, it is not a legend. Although the blessing is only a form, but with your care, even if the sea dries up and the rocks crumble, the heart is as warm as ever, and the feelings are as strong as ever. The blessing is long and lasting!