The composition in the back is very good
His back gradually disappeared before my eyes. I haven't seen him ecstatic about scoring goals for a long time. All he left was his old back. ...
In the second half of the group stage, 89 minutes later, France played against Argentina, and France led Argentina 4-2. The Argentine fans in the audience also cried, but I didn't cry. I only have eyes for Messi. His eyes reveal a firm belief in victory! Messi is two points behind, but there are only less than ten minutes left! If you score two goals in ten minutes, it's as difficult as climbing into the sky! But that's Messi, the "king" of Nogop, and he must lead his "people" to the championship. Messi tried his best to score goals, break through and wonder! At the last minute, the ball flew to the goal, and everyone held their breath, but the ball missed and he failed. After the game, Messi turned and left. His figure is getting farther and farther away from us. He is not like Messi ten years ago. He can't run freely on the court as before. ...
His back left with the cries of tens of thousands of fans.
Although Messi lost the World Cup, he still didn't give up his love for football.
When he competed with Real Madrid for the Champions League, he fell behind Real Madrid by 1: 0, and he was anxious. I am more anxious at the moment. With the sun getting bigger and bigger, the temperature in the stadium reached 39 degrees, and Messi became more and more restless. Just when he was going to the top with Ronaldo, he was blown away! He deliberately pushed Ronaldo away with his left hand, and the referee showed a red card. This time, Messi left the stadium again after four years. I looked at his back as if to say, "Don't go, I don't want to see your back leave the court again!" "
His old back is gone forever ... although he left the stadium, although we saw his back, he will always be in our hearts!
In desperation, he was forced to run away from home for two years.
I was young that year because I had deep feelings for my brother. I grabbed his leg when he left, but my strength was far less than my brother's. Although I caught him, he broke free and left. I fell to the ground, tears streaming down my cheeks, silently watching his back until I left my sight. ...
Short stature, thin physique, sad movements ... I keep everything in my heart.
On a dark night, sitting quietly in the night sky, looking at the shining stars, "One, two, three …" Grandma said that each star represents a person. I think the brightest one is me. I hope to see it.
I will never forget that day.
I held my brother and taught him to play racing. Suddenly, my brother jumped down in horror and hid behind me. I'm surprised. I looked up and couldn't believe my eyes. Brother! It's him! It's really him! But I didn't call him, maybe I was afraid to call him. Afraid? What am I afraid of? Is that the strange scar on my brother's face?
I have been eager to see my brother, but now I have, but there is an unspeakable gap in my heart.
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My brother is leaving again, so I quickly ran out, standing there stupidly, and looking at his back, it was completely different from that year!
Tall figure, strong physique, natural and unrestrained movements ... Everything caught my eye.
……
He's gone again, maybe a year, maybe two years, maybe longer. ...
The last three compositions are excellent! It is the familiar rain again! I stood by the windowsill, watching the heavy rain outside the window, and my thoughts seemed to return to the stormy evening three years ago. After school, my classmates were picked up by my parents, and I was the only one standing alone in the waiting area, complaining that my grandmother didn't pick me up on time. But I know it's no use complaining, so I decided to walk home by myself.
I was in a bad mood and the weather was not good, so a heavy rain came to me. Without an umbrella, I got caught in the rain alone. At this moment, a car passed by quickly and splashed mud all over me. I was so depressed that I couldn't hold back my emotions any longer and burst into tears. Suddenly, a bike came. Is it grandma? I excitedly ran to have a look, hey! It turned out to be a neighbor, Uncle Zhang. Seeing my embarrassment, Uncle Zhang was surprised and asked, "Zhe Zhe! Why don't you come home so late? Didn't your grandmother come to pick you up? " I gently "hmm". Uncle Zhang listened, without saying anything, pulled me on the bike and rode in the direction of my home. On the way, Uncle Zhang gave me his raincoat to prevent me from catching cold in the rain, and I got wet in the rain. I wanted to put a raincoat on uncle Zhang so that he wouldn't get wet, but he stubbornly returned it to me, saying that it didn't matter if he got wet himself, and it would be bad if I got wet and got sick. I listened to uncle Zhang's words, and my nose was sour and my eyes were blurred.
Half an hour later, Uncle Zhang finally sent me home safely. Grandma is preparing to pick me up at this time. It turned out that my wife was ill, and my grandmother went to help, so I couldn't leave for a while, which delayed the time to pick me up. Grandma is very grateful to Uncle Zhang and wants to pull him into the house for a cup of tea to warm himself up. Uncle Zhang waved his hand again and again, saying that he refused to enter the house and left in a hurry by bike. I didn't know it was so high until I looked at Uncle Zhang's distant back.
The cold wind is destroying my face, the rain is beating around and the cold is getting into my body.
When we arrived at our destination, the last trace of heat in our bodies was exhausted. What a terrible time to rain! Today, my parents are leaving. I came to give them a ride, but it was raining heavily on the way. Looking at my parents' faces flushed with cold, my heart is like heavy rain all over the sky, so cold and cold. The rain in winter is really cold, and there is no one on the road. The whole world seems to be frozen.
"What are you thinking?" Mom's words fascinate me. "Oh, nothing." I managed to smile. I don't want to make my mother sad. Mom had planned not to leave this year, but she was worried that Dad had no choice but to leave. I understand that his father can't be away from home all the year round without his relatives. There are grandparents at home, and there are not many opportunities at home. Mother looked at me thoughtfully, as if she understood what I was thinking. She turned around and covered her face with her hands. Dad, who stood by and didn't talk, also got red eyes.
"It's so cold!" I don't know why my father didn't say this until now. It didn't mean to stop at all, not inferior to the rainstorm in summer. He looked at it for a while, picked up an umbrella and said to me, "son, I'm going to borrow a raincoat from your menstrual home." After receiving it, we will wait for the bus ourselves. " I had to nod. Say that finish, dad picked up his umbrella and rushed into the rain. The rain curtain seems to be lifted, and the rainstorm slaps the umbrella crazily. Only then did I realize how weak my father was, and it seemed that he couldn't even hold his umbrella. Father in the rain seems to be a boat in the sea, lonely and lonely. My father's back makes my heart ache, and I burst into tears when I think of my father's struggling family.
My raincoat is borrowed, but my father's clothes are wet. He hurried me to put on my raincoat. I got dressed and reluctantly rode away from them, leaving the place where I found my father's love.
The excellent composition 5 behind is that the golden petals are paved with fragrant stationery. When I look back, there is always a shadow in my mind.
That year, the semester had just ended and the school was about to start. Many parents have helped their children pack up in the dormitory, including me.
When my father came, I was sitting in the classroom having a class meeting. I didn't know he was coming. It was raining hard, and leaden clouds kept gathering in the air. Suddenly, a person in the class asked for leave on the way back to the classroom, saying that he saw my father moving things for me. I panicked at the thought of the downpour outside and my father's stubborn character of not holding an umbrella. I asked the class teacher for leave and hurried to the dormitory. When I opened the door, I found that my bed was empty, my suitcase had been moved, and the things I had packed before were gone, leaving a string of clear footprints on the ground with a little splash. My eyes suddenly burned, and the back of an old man walking alone with heavy objects on his shoulders in the heavy rain came to my mind.
I looked at the windowsill with dim eyes. The whistling rain outside the window blurred my vision, but I still saw a figure. His figure is a little old, with large and small bags in his left hand and suitcases in his right. I can even hear the pulley of the suitcase rubbing on the ground. The heavy rain ran down his hair, down his cheeks and onto the ground, wetting his pants and suitcase. Seeing this scene, my eyes became more blurred and tears came to my eyes.
At this moment, I will never forget this figure. Usually shows great love.
The figure that hobbled forward in the wind was deeply engraved in my heart.
On the first morning of the math exam, as soon as the bell rang, my uneasy heart began to beat rapidly. "Ok, now take out your exercise book and start the exam!" I raised my hand hesitantly and asked in a low voice, "Teacher, can I ask my mother to send me the exercise book?" The teacher agreed, and I ran out like an arrow, giving a long sigh, waiting for my mother to send me exercise books. At this moment, an old woman caught my eye: I saw the old woman's clothes were very thin, her khaki face was covered with wrinkles, the wind messed up her white hair, and her hand clutched the tattered and deformed book tightly. She hurried over on an old tricycle. Eagerly said to the doorpost, "I haven't brought my grandson's book yet." Let me go in and send him a book! " "The doorman told her that she couldn't go in, so she had to put the book on the doorpost and let the children get it themselves, otherwise she would wait for the children outside the door. It was very cold that day, but grandma insisted on waiting for her grandson to come, fearing that he would not get the book. Grandma stood in the cold wind for more than twenty minutes, trying to enter the school gate many times, but not only did she not enter the school gate, but even her grandson didn't wait! Disappointed, she handed the book to the doorman and turned away. As she walked, she said to herself, "What if the grandson can't get the book? What if the grandson can't get the book? " Her figure is getting smaller and smaller and her voice is getting smaller and smaller. But in my opinion, she is so tall! I bowed my head, feeling sorry for my poor grandmother and regretting for her grandson! My vision gradually blurred, and my heart trembled at the thought of the old woman's movements and expressions when she tried to enter the school gate.
In the vast sea of people, tall and small backs are everywhere, but the back of that grandmother is always fixed in my mind.
Excellent composition After reading Zhu Ziqing's "Back" for the next 7 days, I couldn't help but burst into tears. Seeing my father's back, I can't be calm for a long time.
That winter, I was a day student, and my home was far from school, so running around early in the morning and late at night became a hassle. My father always picks me up on time every night. I'm not a child anymore. I voluntarily walk to school by myself in the morning.
That morning, because I stayed up late last night, I really couldn't get up. I unconsciously closed my eyes and said, "Get up! It's getting late! " Someone knocked at my father's door. I had to stand up and open the door. A cold wind poured in, and I couldn't help shivering. Through the crack of the door, I saw my father's back: thin body, hunchback. ...
After washing, I looked at the time. There are only 20 minutes left. What should I do? If I am late, I will be punished! No way, I had to bite the bullet and come to my father's house: "Dad, send me today." In fact, dad had already dressed and waited quietly in the room, as if waiting for me.
My father pushed out his motorcycle and took me on the road. At dawn, even the air was so cold, and the cold winds on both sides stung my face. I curled up and leaned against my father's back. Father subconsciously straightened his back, and suddenly I found that his back was straight. His broad back was like a thick wall to block the cold wind for me.
When I got to school, the car ran out of gas. My father and I looked at each other, speechless. Father turned and pushed the car away. I watched him walk around the corner, and finally I couldn't help it. Two lines of tears crept down. In the misty eyes, I seem to see my father leaning forward, pushing the car and walking on that long slope ... the back of love stayed on that long slope and in my heart.
Father's back is entrusted with his great and deep love. Father, I love you!
This is a pool under the South Mountain, a pool of innocent water, which never contains half a wisp of dust and can't tolerate a moment of noise. ...
His ancestors were bureaucrats, but before he was born, his family had declined. He did not meet a prosperous time, nor did he meet a prosperous family. Therefore, it is not contaminated with the habit of Wan Ku, and retains the original ecology of quality. "Young and vigorous, strong and strong", there is also the pride of "fighting the sword and walking alone". However, he is unlucky, or he is out of place with officialdom. His official career is just a drink offering, and the junior officer who joined the army is only Peng. After watching all the officialdom, he decided to leave. ...
He is a fairy, how can he defile his clean feathers on earth? "The world is my enemy", and he devoted himself to farming for a Long Mu. From then on, he parted ways with the secular: "Why don't you commit yourself to stay?" The ups and downs of officialdom, also no longer care about. The height of the temple is a paradise for the turbid. Officials and seas strive for glory and shame the poor. Indifferent to prosperity, he decided to leave, away from the stereotype he had not understood for a long time, away from harassment and freedom. ...
The majestic Nanshan, just like himself, is quiet, detached and serene. There is no environmental pollution here, so only here can we dust off poets, poets and farmers. He belongs to the leisure of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely", and he cares about the busyness of "waking up in the morning and weeding by the moon"; He is proud of his free and easy way of "drinking pot hurts himself and makes his family happy". He is an old crane in the clouds and an old man in the mountains. ...
Originally, I could be immune from farming and mulberry, but I didn't expect to get rich, and nothing could stop me, and my ambition was not easy! If you are poor, you will be immune. If you can't help the world at the same time, you will go back to the field and look for your own poems in the loess. Plant a chrysanthemum. Perhaps pure chrysanthemum fragrance can't clean up the dirty dynasty, and the poet has long been intoxicated!
Chrysanthemum bushes, leaving an eternal back!
Excellent composition of the back 9 The back around me emerges in my mind, letting me know the meaning of the back, and letting my deepest back count my father's back.
In my memory, my father's ever-changing back stung me from time to time. It was when my father was ill in hospital, and I saw his painful back, which made me anxious and heartbroken. When my father was informed of his critical illness, I looked at the yellow paper and I collapsed. My father lingered on the edge of life and death that night, and there was nothing I could do but cry silently and be at a loss. I can only keep praying that he can tide over the difficulties safely. The next day, my father finally succeeded in getting rid of the devil's erosion. Finally, I'm leaving the hospital. I don't know whether I am excited or worried about the future. This time, I saw his back. Watching my father's health gradually recover, I was afraid and happy. When I am with my father, I am both happy and unhappy. When I go out riding with him, whenever he rides away from me, I want to grab his back for fear that it will fly away from my fingers and suddenly lose him. I don't know how long my father can accompany me. Let me hold dad's back. The old days have passed, and now it is impossible for my father to get younger. He can only grow old slowly. I have fallen before, and he always encourages me to get up. I don't know how long this encouragement will last, and how long all the good times and happy times will last. From now on, only when my parents are alive, I will try my best to hold my back, study hard, overcome many difficulties, and finally reach the other side of success and give them a satisfactory answer.
Come on, I can do it. I believe I can fulfill this great wish.
When I mention my father, I always see his different figure in my mind.
My father is not very tall and usually not very serious, but his back is always serious, he walks fast and his back is straight. The safe haven of childhood is father's back and mother's hands, which is the source of security. At that time, I always secretly thought that the back like that was a unique symbol of adults.
My hometown is close to where my parents and I live. When I was a child, I always went back to my hometown to see my grandmother with my father. My father in my hometown is usually different. In front of my grandmother, he often acts like a child like me. Father will climb the tall Toona sinensis tree in front of my house, help grandma pick Toona sinensis and climb the persimmon tree to pick persimmons. His back changed from calm to full of vitality, like a young man. Come to think of it, I was still young and my father was really young.
What impressed me the most was that once my father and I stayed in the field all day, and we caught grasshoppers in the field. I vaguely remember hiding behind the haystack and watching my father's back shuttle in the field, like a fish in the water, flexible and free. Because I was too young to remember anything at that time, but I remember my father's back in the field and the clothes he wore together.
It is said that time is easy to throw people away, and neither father nor grandmother can escape. The tall Chinese Toona tree and persimmon tree in front of the door were cut down, the farmhouse became a tall building, the field became a shopping mall, and my father would never be a grasshopper with me again. That lively back has become a memory, and my father's back is no longer so tall and straight. Not to mention childhood, his eyes are still so gentle.
"The Little Prince" said: All adults were once children. But some former children turned them into adults for him.
1 1 When an accident happens in your life, you will see the sad humanity.
After school on Friday afternoon, I rode an electric car to chat with my classmates, swinging from side to side, regardless of the feelings of passers-by Later, someone told us to spread out and get out of the way, so we quickly parted.
When I walked to the traffic lights at the intersection, I saw a group of people who didn't know what they were doing. I thought it was a messy promotion at first, so I didn't want to watch it, but after a while, at the traffic light intersection, I saw a takeaway brother wearing a helmet and yellow overalls, and his legs were crushed by an electric car.
Everyone around me stopped to watch, some were taking pictures, some were talking to each other, but no one helped him, so I asked an uncle, "Uncle, what's going on?" My uncle looked at me and replied, "He fell down and couldn't get up." I hesitated and wanted to help the takeaway brother, but he stood up before me and slowly pushed the car to the sunset.
I watched anxiously as he slowly left the back, very dissatisfied, but also somewhat helpless, because I knew that everyone was scared by touching porcelain on the Internet. As the saying goes, once bitten, twice shy. That's it: once you see touching porcelain, you dare not help for ten years.
The crowd slowly dispersed, leaving only a silent and sad humanity. Looking at the helpless back of the takeaway brother, it revealed not only the ugliness of modern human nature, but also people's deep fear and helplessness.
Looking at the helpless figure, I couldn't help sighing again. ...
Excellent composition of the back 12 Time can never erase that back, nor can time erase it. Even if you once fantasized, now you have this perfect framework in your mind.
That winter, the snow was too heavy, and the cold wind hit the faces of pedestrians, and their feet were deeply immersed in the thick snow.
After school, I came out of the warm classroom, not used to the cold outside, my mouth kept beating and my legs were still shaking. I walked out of the school gate step by step. Seeing that all the students around me were picked up by their parents, I felt a bleak wind blowing on my cheeks.
When I suddenly turned around, I saw a familiar figure. He stood on tiptoe and looked back and forth, glaring from time to time. I ran against the biting cold wind and shouted excitedly, "Dad, Dad!" " "He turned around and hugged me tightly with moist and warm hands.
I was sitting in the back seat of an electric car, and the car was driving very slowly. I clung to my father's skirt. At this moment, I suddenly found that my father's back was so tall and hard. Above his dark neck, his black hair was gradually covered with cold snow. This figure makes me understand that my father shoulders the mission of a family and works hard for it. His white hair seeped into his black silk little by little, and I couldn't help but burst into tears, which wet my father's skirt a little.
That figure, that figure I still remember, that figure that always accompanied me, you never left, and I never forgot it.
It is autumn again. When the leaves turned yellow and fell one year, the maple leaves all over the mountain were once as red as fire. I bid farewell to my primary school days and counted my steps to go to school every day. From the moment you step into the school gate. I know I shouldn't look back at that number. ...
In my memory, my mother always faces me. Unlike Zhu Ziqing, he can see his father off for a long time with his eyes. Just when the school just stepped into the school gate, I rushed back to see it again before my mother left. That figure is a tonic, pushing and encouraging me to make progress.
When did you start waiting for your mother to come back? Probably in the first grade. Because I am timid by nature, my parents are very at ease with me. That's why you're relieved. Let's leave now. I think. In the (5) window. I saw that back, it turned its back on me, and the black shadow was pulled by the dark light for a long time.
When did you begin to understand your mother's back? Maybe when I grow up. After growing up quietly, I once quarreled with my mother. She walked very fast alone, and I followed very slowly. After walking for a long time, I looked at my back for a long time. After seeing me, she suddenly turned her head and walked forward.
Twice, two places, two people. Two backs. But this is the same love.
Because I once had it, I still remember it now.
With a few sighs, I couldn't help opening the window and looking at his relaxed back as usual. The bright moon in the sky is particularly beautiful, and he inevitably becomes the protagonist under the moon tonight. West Lake is still his good friend, and cricket is his band. He is so relaxed, so addicted, or the process, the back.
It used to be the same process. His trembling right hand took out a cigarette from his coat, and his left hand fumbled for a match that had been struck many times. The match ignited a spark with the friction, and a wisp of smoke fluttered. Listen, the sound of his smoking seems to have been buried in his heart for a long time, and the cigarettes inhaled into his lungs dilute everything. Listen, he lit a cigarette, as if he didn't know how many grievances were hidden in his heart, and it was accompanied by cigarette smoke. I don't know what he is complaining about. I don't know what injustice he has suffered. Every day I still look at his back as usual and ask myself.
The bright moon seems to burn brighter and brighter like an energy-saving lamp. When I look up at the bright moon, I can't help but think of what my grandmother said to me: No matter how wronged I am, whenever I look up at the bright moon in the dead of night, she will always bring you sadness and trouble with a smile. Grandma's words came to my mind. I don't know when I started, but my little mouth has been humming grandma's words. It was his generous back that attracted me! It was his moaning that moved me! I still don't know why I lament smoking in the West Lake every day. Maybe it is really that he is too lonely.
With the breeze outside the window, I don't know when I touched a few drops of willow dew, and it seems a little cold outside the window in the middle of the night. I wonder if he will feel a little cold when he looks at her thin figure. ...
It's late at night, so stop writing!
I have seen many backs, most of which are vague, but that back left a deep impression on me.
In front of grandma's house, there used to be a very old swing. Two thick ropes, a thick wooden board, on which traces of years can be seen vaguely, time has given it a layer of wax, making it radiant with ancient luster. This swing recorded my childhood and grandma's wrinkled face.
At that time, I was still very young, and I often couldn't sit on the swing. My grandmother put me on the swing with hard-working hands and "rocked and rocked to the Waipo Bridge". That was my happiest time.
Time flies, the swing has gone through countless days and nights, and gradually it is no longer as shiny as before. I have grown up, and my grandmother is getting older day by day. Every time I sit on the swing and shake it, I will never be the same as before, and I will never hear grandma's songs again.
Time flies, I no longer go to the old swing, and the swing is lonely, losing its old vitality and hanging alone at the door. Slowly, the dust on the swing accumulated more and more, and grandpa finally took it down.
Now, I have seen many swings, but the only thing I can't forget is the time when I played on the swings with my grandmother. I can't hear the beautiful songs anymore, and I can't see the swing that once recorded my childhood. Whenever I see a swing, I always think of a familiar back, that is, grandma's back.
What changes is only time, but what remains unchanged is the past and deep yearning in memory.