A composition about tears
Opening the small window of memory, I remembered the day of last semester and that touching scene. ...
That day, our school invited a foreign professor to give us a vivid gratitude education class. He told many vivid examples about gratitude on the stage, which deeply touched the students. Later, he asked his classmates to come to the stage and speak their heartfelt words buried in their hearts for a long time. I thought no one would go up, but it turned out unexpectedly. The students came on stage one after another. Like a torrent, they stepped onto the stage solemnly and irresistibly. Almost every classmate's eyes are wet. They had a heart-to-heart talk with their parents on the stage, admitted their mistakes and expressed their determination to study hard and repay their parents in the future. ...
Maybe I was infected by this atmosphere. My heart was slightly shocked. I just felt a torrent gushing from my heart and rushing out of my eyes. I cried. But I didn't dry my tears, let them wet my face and awaken my ungrateful heart.
Yes! How can I be ungrateful? From my birth to adulthood, what is not the credit of my parents! Dad, mom, you have accompanied me through countless spring, summer, autumn and winter. It was you who accompanied me through many ups and downs and setbacks. It is you who accompany me out of the wrong path and into the light. When I was wronged, it was you who put down your work to comfort me and persuade me. When I didn't finish my homework, but I was already tired and urged to sleep, it was you who accompanied me to finish my homework until the dead of night. In fact, you are more tired than me! When I was sick, you took care of me at my bedside, poured me water and brought me delicious food. It's suddenly getting cold. Who is it? You sent me clothes and gloves all the way?
Dad, mom, what great love you have given me! Like rain and dew, it moistens me. It is like sunshine, eternal and warm; It is like spring rain, gentle and delicate. It will penetrate layers of barriers and fall to every place around me, and stay with me every day; It will embrace my cry and my smile; It will hold up an umbrella for me, pave a road and fill all the bumps.
Dad, mom, your love for me is so selfless! But I don't know how to be grateful. Please forgive my childhood ignorance! From now on, I will study hard, learn to be grateful and repay you well!
The grace of dripping water will surely bring spring. But you gave me the whole ocean!
Ah! But how much love there is in that inch-long grass, have you got three rays of spring?
Composition on tears II
Everyone says that the greatest love in the world is maternal love, but I think fatherly love is equally great.
I finished all my homework when I got home after school on Wednesday. When the weather forecast is broadcast at night, my parents have nothing to do. I want to watch TV series by watching the weather forecast.
Who knows, just watching it for a while, my father actually came back. I thought to myself, "What bad luck! How did my father hit me? "
Originally, my father didn't say anything, just asked me to do my homework quickly. I said in a slightly unconvinced tone, "I have finished my homework." This sentence actually made his father fly into a rage and said, "You can't just leave your homework behind. Is this a task? " No reading, no problem solving! You're not the first. "Dad's words made me speechless.
Two days later, before dinner, my father said that he would go to Lin Qiu to buy bean curd. I know it's my father's favorite staple food, but he bought sugar bags and steamed bread.
When eating, my mother opened the steamed stuffed bun and said she wanted to see what stuffing it was. The result was ham sausage, meat and quail eggs. Mom said, "Isn't that what you love?" ? Your father must know that you love to eat and bought it for you specially, but you are deadlocked and your father won't say anything. "After my mother's inspiration, I finally understood that my father expressed his love for me in this way. Sure enough, my father said, "Well, it's for my daughter." Suddenly, my nose was sour, my eyes were wet and I spilled a lot of "Jin Doudou".
Looking back now, my father just hates iron not to produce. I thought he had done so much for me, but I made him angry. I really regret it!
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Memory 1
Childhood memories should always be beautiful, not only because of her innocence and carefree.
Watching children eat hamburgers in KFC, or chasing and frolicking in the street on roller skates, or accompanied by their parents, go on road trip can't help but feel that children are really happy now, but it seems that something is missing.
My son asked me to tell him about my childhood, and I was always full of enthusiasm and gushing. Yes, the time I spent in the countryside in the 1970s has been engraved in my memory. The longer I stay, the more profound I will be!
The most unforgettable time is midsummer. The sky is clear and the sun is blazing in Wan Li. Green grass oil can be seen in every river, and the fish are shallow. Just after lunch, a group of "like-minded" friends got together, two or three of them were naked and dark. All the way to the river, everyone was noisy. Rush, Bagya Road ... and then "plop" and "plop", all jumped into the river. Then the river became a veritable "children's paradise". Eating diving and "catching loach" (a game), holding your breath longer than anyone else, catching more aquatic plants than anyone else. When you catch shrimp, you will peel it and eat it, because it is said that eating raw shrimp can swim. Several brave people climbed onto the willow tree by the river, jumped into the river with a strange cry and splashed white waves. When you are thirsty, swim to the clear water in the middle of the river and have a drink casually. Hungry, what should I do? Watermelon grows in the cotton field not far from the other side. Two older cats crouched, hid in the cotton field, scouted for a while, rushed in and dragged two of them back and ran, unaware of the melon watcher who was taking a nap. So everyone blinked their red eyes by the river and held watermelons to win. Although that melon is only six ripe, it tastes very sweet!
Also, climb to the mulberry tree, choose a branch, sit on it, enjoy the mulberry fruit, sour and sweet, until the mouth is black and purple and burps, and the adults carefully shout to leave the tree. Or, stick a bag full of cicadas with a ball of flour, go home and let mom fry it in an oil pan, which is simply the most beautiful food in the world! Leave only those loud ones, let's enjoy Xia's sonatas together. Sometimes, playing hide-and-seek in the rape field, breathing the refreshing fragrance of flowers, and coming home in the evening with pollen all over my head, I don't know anything about it. What is more enjoyable is to watch an open-air movie in the evening. People who came from more than ten miles away. In front is a child sitting on the ground; In the middle is an adult, sitting on a stool; Behind the stool are young people; Haystacks and trees on both sides are also crawling with people. There is also a stall selling melon seeds and peanuts in the distance. Joking, chasing, selling, making noise without losing order. There are stars all over the sky overhead. The perfect integration of man and nature feels so comfortable, quiet and harmonious.
Isn't this childhood enviable? Every time I talk about this, my son's eyes light up and he cries. Perhaps in his mind, there will be birds flying in the air, fish roaming in the water, or cicadas singing happily on the branches. ...
Memories 2
Diary and experience of junior high school students' military training
Today is the first time that I left my parents for a long trip. Although I am a junior high school student, I am gradually moving towards self-reliance, but there will always be a kind of disappointment, which is also a good opportunity for me to exercise myself.
I participated in the military training activities organized by Wuyi Young Journalists Association with more than 70 primary school students. The training place is Huangpu Junior Military Academy on Changsha Island, a treasure trove of geomantic omen in Huangpu District, Guangzhou.
Everyone was talking and laughing in the car. There is a fat man who always grabs the microphone, but he always grabs it and doesn't answer it, which reminds me of him-the fat man.
When I arrived at the military school, I was assigned to Class 4 in the second row. In the military academy, whistling is an order, and we must obey it.
At lunch, we learned the steps of soldiers eating. Probably the first time to report for duty. Everyone is not used to it, but after repeated criticism by the instructor, everyone has entered a state. Of course, those dishes are not as delicious as those at home, but you will starve to death if you don't eat them. Of course, everyone will bite the bullet and eat.
After lunch break, we went to the military school for training. We took an amphibious tank first. Everyone was very happy to see it, but I didn't expect how "terrible" it was.
After that, we began to practice and learn the soldiers' attention, turning around and saluting ... don't think it's easy. It's really hard to practice again and again. But this, this is the beginning of "terrible".
After dinner, we have to take a bath and wash clothes, which is a hard job. Bathing is a piece of cake, but when it comes to washing clothes, hehe, don't say them, even I, a junior high school student, have been in a hurry. This is the first time I have washed clothes by myself. The washed clothes are really not very clean, but after this "actual combat", I believe there will be progress tomorrow.
Finally, I sorted out the internal affairs. Under the careful guidance of the instructor, everyone began to do it themselves and completed the housekeeping work with division of labor. Isn't this a sign of self-reliance and team spirit?
Memories 3
Imagination of junior high school life
Life in junior high school is like a five-flavor bottle, which is not only sour, sweet and bitter, but also spicy! -inscription
When I was in primary school, I was always looking forward to junior high school. Looking forward to the freedom of junior high school rather than growing up. In my opinion, junior high school is a happy stage-carefree; No sadness; Not to mention parents' nagging. But when I entered junior high school, I really realized that junior high school life was not as simple as I thought.
There are more and more subjects in junior high school; Homework is getting harder and harder; Knowledge is becoming more and more complex; Nature's bittersweet experience is getting deeper and deeper:
ferment
Junior high school life is very sour.
Whenever the exam is not ideal, I will hate myself for disappointing and shed tears of regret; Occasionally, the teacher gently reprimanded me, and I felt very wronged and sad. However, acid is a gift of life. Whenever I feel sad because I didn't do well in the exam, I will understand that the results need to be paid, and the pay will be rewarded. Whenever I feel sad by criticism, I will tell myself: I deserve it, and I won't do it again. It is this bitterness that makes me understand that "acid is nothing more than that." As long as I remember this sentence, I won't be afraid of setbacks.
My junior high school life is sour and tasteful.
sweet food
Junior high school life is very sweet.
Three years of classmates' friendship is rich, mellow and sweet. From strangers when they first entered school, they gradually walked together until they talked about everything. Sweet, like honey in the mouth, is sweet to the heart bit by bit. Everyone is happy to write a' related composition' together > reading and writing; Talk about world affairs together; Jump rubber bands together and play basketball together. Happiness, everyone shares; Difficult, together. Happiness is like this!
My junior high school life is sweet to my heart.
difficult
Junior high school life is very hard.
In order to be admitted to key high schools and universities, and to realize the dream of Related Composition, we need to work hard. Get up at dawn, in order to seize the time to recite; I still refuse to sleep after 10 in the evening, so as not to leave today's task until tomorrow. During the day, "language, numbers, foreign languages, things, culture", all subjects have homework; Reading by candlelight at night is only because the teacher will check his homework tomorrow. "alas! I'm exhausted! " I want to watch my beloved cartoon, but I am trapped by piles of homework and can't get away.
My junior high school life is really tired.
fragrant
Junior high school life is very spicy.
As a class cadre, study, work and labor should come first. Self-study in the morning, I take the book to the podium and organize morning reading loudly. I don't know where the phrase "show off" came from, and then there was a spicy smell in my heart. Lying in bed, I will also think, "Is there any way to mobilize the whole class to cooperate with the task assigned by the teacher?" If so, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds? "
My junior high school life is really hot.
Junior high school life is like a "five-flavor bottle" with five flavors in it. In the three years of junior high school, I tasted the ups and downs. However, I firmly believe that no pains, no gains. As long as I continue to study hard and treat others sincerely, we will go through the ups and downs of junior high school together and move towards a better tomorrow!
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