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Look at the excellent composition 1 In life, there will always be someone who will silently watch you go away behind you.
On the first day of primary school, my mother carried my pink schoolbag on her shoulders, and my little hand held my mother's big hand and walked together on the sidewalk leading to the campus. My steps are very small, and my mother is not in a hurry. Walk slowly with me. Battery cars flew past us one after another, and some seniors and sisters strode past us. My mother stopped at the school gate. She let go of the hand I had been holding, took my little schoolbag off my shoulder and put it on my shoulder. She carefully helped me shorten the length of the strap. I looked at her with big black eyes, a little dull and confused, and my little hand reached over and held it tighter.
My mother seemed to guess my inner doubts and fears, bent down, kissed me gently on the cheek and said, "Go, good boy, my mother is watching here." When my left foot crossed the yellow line, there was only a little temperature left in my hand. I turned around and saw her warm and firm eyes staring at me in the same place. Mom didn't come or go, just stood behind me and watched me drift away.
In the summer vacation of grade five, my father and sister are going to grandma's house. My mother and daughter went to the railway station to see their father and daughter off. On the way to the railway station, my sister was still coquetry beside her mother and sat by for a while. He put his little feet on my lap and gave a clear and loud laugh. In the waiting room, my mother and I couldn't get in, so we had to watch two figures, one high, one low, one big and one small, and left us. My sister turned to look at us from time to time, and her eyes were full of sadness. The smile just now has disappeared. We watched them until they merged into the vast sea of people, and then we left. On the way home, I always feel empty around me and something is missing.
After graduating from the sixth grade, I went to my grandmother's house alone. This train station again, such a familiar place. Outside the heavily guarded hole, a man stood outside the transparent glass-my mother has been behind me, silently watching my growing daughter. I walked into the security checkpoint and waved to her. Her smile is beautiful and warm, and her eyes are full of sadness and emotion. Although I can't stay, the sight is as hot as the warm sun, which makes my little body full of strength; Another example is the slender silk thread of a kite, which is imperceptible from a distance, but it firmly binds my heart when I am about to travel far away.
I will never forget him or her who silently watched me drift away behind me, and I will remember the affection in their eyes. These gentle eyes gathered in one place and touched the softest part of life. Their gaze, deeply imprinted in my mind, accompanied me bravely forward.
August 28th is a very special day for me. Until the evening, I still remember that day: I went to Dongjiang Township Primary School in Xiangxiang County, Xiangtan City with eight students from Tongqu Society to offer my love, as if everything was vivid, and that touching scene seemed to linger forever!
Dongjiang Primary School is in a very remote place, and it takes 30 minutes to get in from Dongjiang Village. There are muddy dirt roads along the way, and many dilapidated houses can be seen by the roadside. When I came to Dongjiang Primary School, from a distance, there were hills and green trees all around, and the scenery was beautiful. On closer inspection, this school doesn't even have a gate. A bare earthen house should be a playground. A lonely two-story building, a bit shabby. Is this the teaching building?
Principal Luo of Dongjiang Primary School took us in. We just laughed and slapped in the car. I don't know why we got together, but we just looked around curiously. First, we visited the school building. There are five classrooms, and each classroom has more than a dozen sets of desks and chairs. The bell for class is a big iron plate, which is knocked with an iron bar. There are only four teachers who teach all the courses from grade one to grade six in primary school.
"In such a tough environment, students insist on studying hard," President Luo said proudly. The children here have to overcome many difficulties. For example, every household is far from school, and students have to walk a long way to get to school, and the longest one has to walk ten miles. "How can I get there so far?" A club partner asked. A classmate from Dongjiang Primary School nearby said, "Nothing, I'm used to it. I get up at four o'clock every morning without breakfast. " What he said was plain, but I looked at his dark and determined face and was deeply shocked by him!
It happened that we met the brothers and sisters of Nankai University who came to teach. They stayed here for half a month, and that day was their last day of teaching. According to the brothers and sisters, although the weather is hot during the summer vacation, the students go to school in the scorching sun every day and never arrive late or leave early! Yes, the thirst for knowledge can enable them to overcome all difficulties!
The simple fraternity began. After our performance, college students' brothers and sisters also sang songs, and those children also went up to offer flowers. I took a closer look and found that all the wild flowers had just been picked, and some of them still carried dirt. Although these bouquets are not as bright as roses and lilies, I see the simple gratitude of rural children jumping among wild flowers!
Half a day passed quickly, we have to go, and everyone's eyes are full of disappointment! I understand that college students are unwilling to give up because these children are eager to learn; The children's reluctance is because of their grateful hearts; And we don't give up because we want to help a little more, and we want this love to be passed on forever!
After reading excellent composition 3, the breeze rises and the figure appears. The steps in front of Shimen are covered with moss and glowing with green light. Standing not far away, you can smell a fresh smell, refreshing.
Looking back on my childhood, I watched my family busy every day, running for life. I didn't grow up under the care of my parents when I was a child. My parents are the only breadwinners in my family, so I have to go out to work. I have given them to my grandparents since I was a student. At that time, the old man was in good health and happy every day. Grandpa is responsible for sending me to school every day. This road is neither far nor near. Through an orange orchard, a clear river and several wide fields, I walked a short distance and arrived at the kindergarten. Grandpa sometimes takes me to the breakfast shop for breakfast, and sometimes at home. I remember once, grandpa bought a bowl of Sam sun powder with sour beans in it. At first, I didn't pay attention. Grandpa said someone else had put it in. He turned to leave, and I stood at the door, looking at his tall and straight back with a reluctant eye. He walked on, but I still hope to see him. When I ran to a place near him, I slowed down and followed him closely. He didn't notice at first. After a short walk, he found me. Instead of being angry, he squatted down and drew me closer. He uses adult hands. Why did you come here? I didn't have breakfast. I was a little confused. I answered directly, grandpa, I don't like sour beans. When grandpa heard what I said, he immediately smiled, as sweet as a child. If you don't eat, you can throw it in the trash can. Come on, grandpa will help you choose. Sit here and go back to school after eating. I looked at him, nodded and ate powder.
Every time he sent me to school, he turned around and never looked back. Did he give up, too Like me? Every day after school, I was upstairs in the school early and saw my grandfather waiting for me under that tree. On rainy days, he stands under the eaves of the canteen, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter. As time goes by, I grow up and he is old. Every time I go back to my hometown to see him, he will still greet me at the door as happy as a child. However, when I left, he always stood at the door until I was far away. He may also look at me like I watched him leave when I was a child. I often look back and see my grandfather standing at the door, and I have a strange feeling in my heart. Goodbye, this word. The tree wants to keep quiet, but the wind will not stop; My son wants to serve his parents when they are old, but they are gone. Seeing is not everything to us, we should cherish every day together.
With the arrival of autumn, withered and yellow leaves swirl down one by one, and with the arrival of spring, they will gradually sprout green buds. I went to Qiu Lai in spring, and the viewing never ended.
When I first saw this book in the bookstore, I was attracted by its introverted appearance. Seeing a book holder with a black line drawing the back of a woman who sent her children reminds me of my mother. Open the first page of the book and write: Dedicated to my parents and brothers, I think this book should be full of affection and warmth. This book contains seventy-three essays about the death of son, father, mother's old age, friends' concern, brothers' hand in hand, failure and fragility, loss and release ... This book is full of beauty, sadness and love. The first essay of the same name, Watch, touched me the most, which is probably the one I understand most thoroughly in this book.
In one scene, her father sent her to the university to report in a cheap van, but her father did not send the author to the main entrance, but to a narrow lane by a side door. When he left, his father apologized to the author and said, "Daughter, my father feels sorry for you. This kind of car is really not a university professor's car. " Seeing this, it seems that an old man who has been honed by life is annoyed because he is afraid that his children will lose face. The softest part of my heart seems to have been hit-sour and astringent, not particularly painful, just a little difficult to breathe. From this old man, I thought of my mother. She is a typical rural housewife. In her mind, it seems that there are only family husbands and children. She gave us all her best years. Every time I go out, I always feel a kind of happiness like a vine when I look at her caring messages with typos. The only photo I took with her was not very fancy. In the photo, I am standing with her back to me. What I thought at that time was that when I was able, she was old, and she could lean on my thin chest like today. In the book, she watched the back of her son Hua 'an's departure, as she said: "I slowly understand that the so-called parents and children always only mean that the fate between you and him is to watch his back drift away all his life, and he silently tells you with his back: there is no need to chase." Yes, as the child grows up, his heart is no longer only attached to his parents, but more of a longing for the colorful world outside. I think what parents do is to let go and let them grow up in scars and setbacks.
"There are some things that can only be done by one person; Some customs can only be passed by one person; Some roads can only be taken by one person. " Maybe I can't understand the meaning of this book at present, but I believe that when I go back to read this book after the tempering of life, I think I will understand: "This book is silent on time and it is really difficult to say about life."
I slowly put the pen into the pencil case and slowly zipped the bag. Obviously everything has been sorted out, but I still just sat there, listening to her with my ears propped up, gently saying "goodbye to the teacher" and closing it, then I got up and left, dragging my heels behind her and watching.
I don't think I have seen her like this for a long time. Since the summer of graduation, she and I have become complete strangers. When we met, we didn't even want to nod slightly, just bowed our heads and walked quickly.
However, before that June, before that quarrel ruined our friendship, we had a really happy time. She and I were in the same class at that time. Every time after class, I will deliberately walk a long way to send her home first and then watch her go upstairs.
She used to walk up a flight or two of stairs, then turned her head and waved goodbye to me. At this time, her ponytail will shake slightly with her swing. What flowers are there in her headrope? I tried to remember, but I found nothing.
When she gets to the second floor, she will stop for a while, because there will be an iron gate. It was five or six o'clock, and everything was quiet in the twilight. I can hear her footsteps clicking on the stairs.
But later, even if I looked up, I couldn't see her clearly. At this time, my guess will come out: is she tired from walking and stop to have a rest? Or did she bend down to tie her shoelaces and prepare to finish the last journey? In the dim light, everything is unknown.
Too many memories make me stunned like a flood. Then I looked up and her figure drifted away. I was anxious to catch up with her, but I really saw her standing not far from me waiting for the traffic lights, but she stopped and watched for a while.
She has the bag I gave her.
I don't know what blurs my eyes. Those headlights, neon lights and all the bright lights have become her foil. Through the rush of traffic, she tidied up the earphone cord in her hand. I can even imagine her frowning and complaining slightly, so she didn't hold back after all and had some heart problems.
The green light flashes, flashes, and then turns red. The endless traffic blocked my way to her, and I opened my hand to hold it-but there was nothing but humid air, and perhaps there was still a surge of her residual temperature.
How much disappointment fills my heart, obviously, obviously I just want to say one word, just one word.
"This time, your hair band is light blue. There are no flowers on it, but there are two blue beads. "
I remember, those good and bad, good and evil, loneliness and warmth, I remember, I will never forget.
There is an old photo on the bookshelf-the sky is blue, the water is clear and the grass is green. This is my hometown, my beautiful hometown several years ago.
I often come here for a walk, but now it has become deserted. Huge factories were built on the grass with flowers and birds, and thick sewage pipes were connected to the crystal clear stream. The tall trees are gone, and the fresh air is gone, in exchange for chimneys soaring into the sky and bad smells everywhere.
I can't help but think of that day a few years ago, watching the big truck take all the green ones away.
On that day, I played on the big grass as usual, chasing butterflies among flowers and plants, looking for tadpoles by streams and looking for slugs by rocks. But I only heard the sound of "Shu-".I turned around and saw a huge truck parked beside me. The truck was too big, which made me realize that something was wrong.
The grass was flattened by his wheel, and I looked at them affectionately. The smell of the truck drove me away. Several workers got off the bus. They skillfully waved various tools, such as axes, hoes, saws and so on. The stream was soon polluted by them, and the tree fell to the ground with a bang. I seem to hear the whine of trees.
I was frightened and hid in grandma's arms in amazement. The old man in the village sighed, "What a nice place". Children who play in this paradise every day look blankly at what is happening in front of them. They don't know what happened, but of course they know they can't play here anymore. Only Uncle Xiao Zhang is very happy. He said that the factory is here and everyone can go to work in the factory. What's the matter? I was so angry that Grandpa Zhang raised his beard and scolded his son. ...
At that time, I was still young and didn't understand who was right or wrong. But I vaguely feel that my beautiful hometown will leave us forever.
Later, I often came back, but I never had such a good time. I don't know where to play and who to play with. Sparkling fireflies, tadpoles wagging their tails and crickets with drooping heads never came to play with me again.
Tall buildings are built layer by layer, chimneys are long, and big trees fall down one by one. High-rise buildings are built and factories are started. Grandma and I stood at the intersection, watching trucks carrying big trees, driving out one by one. We watched them leave, we watched the ashes of the chemical plant disappear into the sun, and we also watched the grass go away with the stream.
Grandma sighed again, goodbye, my beautiful hometown. A gust of wind blew and broke a blade of grass. I watched it fly farther and farther. ...
Life is like a road, you will lose a lot every time you cross a crossroads, but you must keep going, so you can only watch them leave slowly, and you can't keep them …
After six years of primary school life, we finally left. That day was the last lesson that Teacher Chen gave us. Six years ago, the students expected the first bell to ring. On that day, we didn't want to wait for the last bell to ring.
The bell rang, and Mr. Chen said the class was over for the last time. He walked out of the door with heavy steps. Before leaving the classroom, she turned around and smiled at us, just like a mother watching her children grow up. This smile, the air solidified, time stopped, I do not know how long it took, she said: goodbye, students! Then he went out.
Before long, the students will leave and bid farewell to this school and this land. The students hugged each other, and no one spoke, because everyone knew the meaning of this hug. One by one, the students walked out of the campus and out of here. In the future, everyone will stare at each other's stars, but there is no track of convergence. Even if the stars meet the orbit, there is nowhere to look for them in a twinkling, so we have to let each other disappear into the vast sea of people.
After this farewell watch, I can't help but recall the watch that I had a few years ago, which is my heaviest one so far. One winter vacation, my grandmother suddenly fell ill, and the family hurried back to their hometown to take care of her. At that time, her grandmother was lying in bed.
In fact, she couldn't walk and coughed all day, but when she saw us, she tried to hold back and kept smiling. When grandma was a little better, we pushed her out for a walk to get some air. Mom, dad and other relatives try their best to take care of her and make her happy, because everyone knows that grandma is old, and even if she is lucky enough to survive this disease, there is not much time left.
A few days before her death, she was suddenly able to walk, just like a different person. Although the doctor told us it might be a dead end, we still didn't give up hope and continued to take good care of grandma.
But a few days later, death came. This time, the watch was very formal, and many people came, looking at the heavy wooden coffin and getting closer to the oven door bit by bit. Watching her fade away. The wind is blowing hard, and it is raining, which makes people's hair, clothes and hearts wet.
The oven door closed, and I realized it was the last time I saw it. A relative, so left us, left this world!
Life, destined to leave, friends, relatives, teachers and classmates, only turned into a deep vision, which is full of regret and sadness. And those unfinished things, unfinished words, when she is gone, I want to call her back in good faith, but there is nothing I can do. Perhaps, only at this time, people will really understand what treasure is ... Author: Marquis of Grade Three
When I was a child, my parents were busy with work, and I was taken care of by my grandfather who was idle at home.
Every day, my grandfather held me on the balcony and watched my parents' car drive out and drive away through the green osmanthus tree until it disappeared at the end of the path. I didn't cry either. Grandpa will be my good playmate.
It's time for kindergarten. Grandpa took me to kindergarten. "Eat well, eat enough!" "Take a nap at noon!" Always pour out, always turn away while explaining. He kept looking back, and I was still staring at grandpa. My eyes met grandpa's at a distance, and I clearly saw the worry in his eyes. I wish his figure wouldn't leave my sight, but the corridor ended and grandpa disappeared around the corner. I was flustered and wanted to cry, but I never shed tears, because I knew grandpa would take me home at the first time, in the envious eyes of that group of friends.
When I was in primary school, every morning, I put on my schoolbag, put on my shoes and opened the door, but I didn't forget to "charge" my grandfather: goodbye, grandpa, pick me up early in the afternoon! Grandpa must have smiled and replied, "Of course …" When I turned around, Grandpa was still standing at the door. I seem to feel his eyes. Looking back, grandpa was there, showing kindness and love in his eyes and waving to me: "Let's go." A warm heart, turned and went downstairs.
I live in junior high school and I won't go home until Friday. The school bell on Friday is always very pleasant to hear, and my steps are always very easy. Although the schoolbag on my shoulder will be particularly heavy because of two days' rest, I am still in a good mood. Home, a happy harbor! Go home, grandpa! "I'm exhausted. Eat some fruit quickly. Take a break. " As soon as I entered the room, grandpa took out the prepared fruit to meet me, and then went to the kitchen happily. Looking at grandpa's white sideburns and wrinkles when he grinned, I felt a little distressed.
Busy weekends always fly by, and it's time to go back to school. Grandpa patted my hand and nagged that he must take care of himself and change clothes in time ... somehow, he became more talkative than before. And those wrinkled hands are still wet, with reassuring warmth. When going out, grandpa handed me the bag and said, "Go ahead, Ding Xiao (the dog at home) will come to your room every day for five days!" " "But who doesn't know that it's not just Ding Xiao who is thinking about me? I said "goodbye" to grandpa, and saw that grandpa's eyes were no longer young and full of sadness and loneliness ... My inner strength collapsed, and grandpa's eyes touched the softest part of my life.
It makes people sad and distressing.
In life, there will always be a person, with an anxious heart, silently watching you go away. ...