In the ordinary daily life, we all have the experience of writing essays, very familiar with the essay, right, the essay is a verbal activity, with a high degree of comprehensiveness and creativity. The first thing you need to do is to write a good essay. The following is the composition I have organized for you have you behind me, welcome to read, I hope you can like.
Essay with you behind me 1
You, a big tree is standing right behind me.
You are fruitful and tall. When I'm thirsty, I can turn back and pick a mouth-watering fruit slowly taste; when I'm tired, I can stop and lean on your side; when I'm hot, I can hide in your dense shade, enjoy the breeze blowing caresses ......
I'm in the study of the road in a hurry, inevitably will fall and touch. When I failed the exam, I picked a moment of the fruit of diligence; when I encountered difficulties, I picked a fruit of encouragement; when I achieved victory, I picked a fruit of humility ...... savor the bitter with sweet sweet with sour ......
Turning back
When the burden of learning on the body, when the pace of the feet more heavy, every step is also so difficult, I am tired. At this point, stop, leaving everything behind, I leaned on your body, looking at the blue sky quietly smelled the green smell you emit, so I was intoxicated and closed my eyes to enjoy ......
When I recovered from the exhaustion of the body and mind in your shade, I was again full of strength, holding the confidence and determination to once again put into the The sea of questions, once again took steps to struggle, want to succeed to step into ......
Back, turn around, read you, there you are behind me.
In fact, behind everyone also has such a big tree, it is the teacher's teachings, is the encouragement of friends, is the mother's selfless love, they are in the process of your growth quietly irrigate this tree, so that they become the habitat of our hearts, when we lose in the process of learning, the encouragement of friends will give you the power to move forward; when we make mistakes, the teacher's teachings give us the opportunity to correct; when we are late at night, we can not see the world, we can not see the world, we can not see the world. When we write late at night, the company of your mother gives you the determination to stick to the finish.
Late at night outside the window is unusually silent, in addition to the occasional breeze, is the brush sound of my pen, a person in the sea of problems alone, accompanied by more anxiety and exhaustion, every second, I insisted on doing it on the determination to weaken a, at this time, my mother will quietly take a book, sitting at the desk silently flipping through, she did not ask me about my situation, and did not shout tired, she was afraid of affecting me, and when I sneak a glance at me, she was afraid that I would be able to do it.
The step forward never stopped, the goal of the struggle never changed, the understanding of you and touched but more and more profound, clear. Perhaps your silent so that I began to read you, perhaps your breath so that I began to understand you, perhaps your care so that I unconsciously began to learn to love you ...... Even if you are bitter and tired, but also have you stood behind me, gave me incomparable warmth and happiness, so that I know the affection ... ...
Mother? Or the tree? I don't know, and I don't want to know ......
Because they are the same and different ......
Turn back, turn around, embrace you, with you behind me.
Essay With You Behind Me 2I leaned on the window and watched the scenery flow by, the fast-swept mountains, rolling, like surging dark green waves, layers and layers of tumbling and intertwining, constantly extending to the end of the sky. I pursed my lips and stared into the distance, the end of my thoughts is that year you and I paradise ......
Windy and sunny afternoon, the sun so beautiful, like a childhood favorite transparent sugar paper, crunchy, bright. You gently held my hand and led me to this square with all the amusement facilities. On the square, the old people in the shade of the trees to take a cool chat, lively and cute little children running happily. My hot eyes stared at the children playing in front of me, and my dark eyes were full of envy. I hold on to your generous hand, but the eyes never leave the group of children.
You seem to notice something, slowly squatted down, smiled and rubbed my head: "Go play it!" I lowered my head and did not make a sound, the dead lips betrayed my inner tension. You gently pulled my body toward you, one hand wrapped around me, one hand pointed to the rides in front of you, softly said, "What do you want to play?" I raised my head slightly, slowly turned my eyes, scanned the circle, and finally stared at an "M" type of game facilities.
You noticed something strange and followed my gaze. The winding undulating railings on the children from this end to climb to the end, the middle of the uneven, play is very exciting. But if you lose your footing and fall from the top, the consequences are unimaginable. You looked at my fascinated look, a light laugh: "Let's go, I'll take you to play!" So you get up and hold my hand toward that way, I slightly hesitant, and finally followed up.
In front of the "M" word, my heart was like fifteen buckets - seven up and eight down. You used your hand to squeeze my hand: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you underneath!" Your words were like a warm spring breeze, soothing the uneasiness in my heart. I nodded solemnly and bravely took the first step. Then, the second step, the third step ...... I looked down at you with delight, just in time to meet your worried look. Your arms naturally open, eyes locked tightly on my figure, step by step to follow me, for fear of an inadvertent I will fall down. Seeing me looking down at you, you revealed a proud look, your ink-colored eyes seemed to say, "You're awesome!" I looked down and smiled, brilliant as a summer flower.
Soon came to the downhill place, I looked at the ground smooth marble, the heart suddenly timid. "Don't be afraid, be brave!" Your gentle voice fell into my ears. I slightly lowered my head and met your firm eyes. You are still in that posture, just like the old chicken protecting the chick. I don't know where I got the courage, but I climbed down directly from the top, cleanly. You quickly came to my front, dotingly scraped my nose: "really brave!" I am full of smile, you also smiled, like the best sunshine in the summer.
You are always like this, in my nervousness and anxiety, soothe my inner impatience; in my timidity and weakness, give me unlimited courage. Your love, like the sea as deep and wide, your big bosom is my safest harbor!
Over the years, the water flows eastward, and the sun sinks westward. Many people, many things have been changed. Only you, only you and your love, has never left. You have paid too much for me, but never seek return. The road ahead is long, long, long, but I will walk on bravely, because I know that you have always been behind me, in the place that I can see when I turn around! Father, thank you! Father, I love you!
The sun is shining through the window like silver threads behind me, and your long figure is vaguely clear.
--Title
In silent counting, more than a thousand days slipped away from the tip of my hand, like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, there is no shadow. But you are behind me to accompany me through the seasons one after another round.
Time flies, time seems to have been fixed in that one summer, that person on the steps, everything is so familiar, that one familiar picture in front of my eyes show, the brain like a supercharged like floating one after another shadow.
This do not know how many times I sighed, sitting in front of the steps, I can not help but emit feelings, today was supposed to be my good friend's birthday, she invited me to attend,, and I was very happy to agree to it, but I forgot the attitude of the father.
"Dad, I'm going to xxx's birthday, you give me a little money, I'm going to have fun." I said anxiously.
"Daughter, you're going out?" Pops said with a gentle face
"Yeah, it's my best friend's birthday today, I want to buy her a birthday present, Pops, will you let me go out?"
Pops shook his head and said, "You're still very young, and the traffic here is still so chaotic, you can't go out, what if something happens? This birthday party or do not go!"
"How can I not go, I've said goodbye to her, and I'm so old, what danger can there be?"
"Okay, you stop, I said let you do not go do not go." Dad's face took on the implication that he was about to get angry.
"Why won't you let me go? Are you the one I put dad? I'm not saying anything right, am I?" I still do not comply, tears flowed down without argument, through this layer of water fog, as if to see you seem to pale ten years old, the heart can not help but tighten up.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry dad, I shouldn't have said that about you and made you sad." I choked out.
"Come on, dad will take you to pick out a present."
There is always such a kind of person in the world, even if you have a million faults, there is always someone who has always been behind you silently guarding you.
Maybe I don't know you very well, and I can't even understand you, but you're the one who stood behind me when I was disappointed and sad, and I'm thankful to have you on the road, and I'm thankful to have you behind me all the time.
-- To the father who has always been behind me
essay have you behind me 4Looking back at the long unoccupied field paths, the ground is only left after the firecrackers burned debris, the sting of the heart rose a trace of coolness.
Today is the day of the university enrollment, as the village of the first college students, the whole village people came to see him off, in the firecrackers noisy bombardment, but the mood of the hibernation fell to the freezing point, the crowd, less that he was looking forward to the person - mother.
He walked very, very slowly, so slowly that he could barely be seen moving as he waited for that familiar voice.
"Sting, what are you doing? Get in the car." The village chief hurriedly pulled him into the car, and in the split second it drove away, Sting seemed to see his mother, but then again, he didn't.
When he was about to give up, he received an anonymous letter, "I'm behind you." He wondered who wrote it, and whether it was his mother. His mother's scarred hand popped into his mind, but it couldn't be! Mother can't write, so who could it be?
No matter who wrote it, the letter that inspired Sting was put away, and whenever he was in trouble, he would take it out and read it.
That Spring Festival, facing the big exams of the stunning hibernation did not go home, but chose to review in school.
"Sting, your mother had an accident," the village head's phone call to the school, Sting can not care about the big test, rushed to prepare to go home, but his mother called "son, good test, mom is fine," the inner struggle of the Sting finally chose to stay in school, but did not expect that the Spring Festival, the mother of the school, the mother of the school, the mother of the school, the mother of the school, the mother of the school, the mother of the school, the mother of the school, the mother of the school, the mother of the school, the mother of the school. But I didn't realize that the Spring Festival, the mother is gone.
When he rushed home, leaving only the remains of his mother, in the packing of his mother's belongings, accidentally found a small box, open a look, "I have me behind you," almost covered with all the paper.
Later, from the village chief, I learned that my mother was learning to write with the village's teaching staff.
"Mom, there was a time when I had you behind me, and now you are in my heart."
Essay With You Behind Me 5Don't show your weak side to others, learn to be strong, even if, pretending to be strong!
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Remember? You once said, don't be afraid, be strong, have you behind me, support me, believe me, encourage me, do my strongest backing! But now you, and where are you? You, okay ......
"The black night sky hangs low, bright stars follow, the insects fly, who are you thinking about?" When I heard this song, my heart suddenly hurt ......
That day, the class teacher went out to study and was not at school, so the heavy responsibility of managing the class was handed over to me. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was able to get to know the people in my life, and I was able to get to know the people in my life, and I was able to get to know the people in my life.
At noon, after lunch, there is a lunchtime counseling session, the quiet, but they still ignored my warning, talking loudly, laughing and joking. I don't know whether I was angry or anxious, actually red eyes, tears in the eyes playing in the sockets, blurred my vision, only to feel the heart is very sour, very astringent, very aggrieved.
Suddenly, in front of the eyes can only see white, then, a pair of hands gently help me dry the tears, is you. I looked to you, there is gratitude, and touched. You looked at me gently, in the eyes of the heartache: "Don't be sad, don't be afraid, be strong, no matter what, I am behind you, support you, do your strongest backing!" The tears that had been suppressed came out again, not sad, but moved. I gave you a deep hug, "Thank you!"
You turned around, walked up to the podium, and scanned the room with a serious face, very different from the gentleness of a moment ago. "All quiet!" The class is startled by the sudden voice, and there's a moment's freeze. "Look at what time it is now, you're still making a fuss here, can you make a fuss without the class teacher being here, is this the only self-control you have? Even kindergarteners know better than you!" The students all lowered their heads in shame at your words and were silent. "If you want to make your teachers worry and be disappointed in you, go ahead and argue, no one is stopping you." Lifting his foot, he walked down and stood behind me.
Thank you, for helping me when I felt helpless, for saying that you would be my strongest support, you know? I miss you, when are you coming back. You know, when you are not there, I am very strong, although I am pretending to be strong. But don't worry, I definitely won't shed tears easily.
"Bugs fly, flowers sleep, a pair and a pair to be beautiful ......" girl, I miss you, when are you coming back! You said you would always be behind me.
作文有你在我身后6The sunshine of the calendar turned over day by day, in this long river of years, leaving a lot of memories, but the most can not forget, is the memories with grandma. Grandma, there you are behind me.
When I was a kid, I lived with my grandma in a small house, and my grandma used to make me delicious food. Grandma looked at me and said with a smile: granddaughter, grandma made you your favorite braised pork ribs, hurry up and try! I ran to the table, picked up a piece and put it in my mouth: mmm, delicious! Grandma's face seemed to bloom a flower, beautiful.
-- Grandma, thank you for raising me, with you behind me.
When I grew up, my grandma taught me to read. Grandma took me to read "How Steel is Made", so that I can learn Paul's will; read "If you give me three days of light", teach me not to yield to fate; read "Mysterious Island", so that I feel the creativity of people ...... These books make me fall in love with reading, and also learn a lot of knowledge from it. My grandma also loved to memorize poems, and under her infection, I slowly learned many poems and appreciated the historical background of some of them. Because of this, my grandma was the encyclopedia of my eyes at that time!
-- Grandma, thank you for teaching me, with you behind me.
And now that my grandma has gone out of town to take care of my cousin, our contact has turned into a video phone call. I remember one time, my grades were not good, and I wanted to vent and didn't have a window to do so, so I dialed the video call with my grandma. The phone was connected, I took a look at my grandma's frowning and smiling appearance, and then think about my own results, the indisputable tears flowed down at once. Grandma looked at me: what's wrong? Exam did not do well, actually even XXX did not pass. Aiya, a test is nothing ah, work hard, next time more than him! I'll try my best to pass him next time! With my grandmother's guidance, gradually my worries were swept away. Grandma, you are the lotus leaf, I am the red lotus, in addition to you, who is my shade under the unobstructed sky?
-- Grandma, thank you for encouraging me, with you behind me.
- Grandma, thank you for raising me, teaching me, encouraging me, making me harder, stronger and happier. Grandma, with you behind me!
Essay With You Behind Me 7Zhou Runke The air of the summer night is so cool. The moon on the canopy was like a deft white ape, hanging its nest on a tree a few feet from the sky. My father was busy during the day and finally found time in the evening to drive me and my bicycle to the flat and long . The road around the lake. This road is such a great place to ride a bike. The beauty of this place is that there are no lights, the daytime shade of the avenue, at this time the black blur mixed with the night. At the end of the dark road, there seem to be ghosts and beasts, so I was a little timid. My father didn't mind; he moved my car down, straightened the front end, and adjusted the seat. I stepped aside on the rustling gravel and watched his chubby body cropped into a silhouette by the lights inside the car. Unconsciously, for him to drive away the mosquitoes flying around. My father said he wasn't going to help me ride tonight. Let me come alone. I was very flustered, knowing that the road ahead was pitch black!
He got into the car in a seemingly leisurely manner and paid no more attention to me. The car was on low beams, and where the lights didn't reach, there was an abyss, and I stood between the lights and the darkness, squeezing the handlebars of my bike, making me look very small. Suddenly, there was the sound of a car starting, and my father's steady voice came through the noise: "Don't be afraid, you ride, I'll be behind you all the time." "Always look after me", with this stability in my heart, I was instantly calmer. My father is a wall, a shield, what am I afraid of? Behind me there is a father ah, that kind of sheepish blood love, that kind of straight attached to the sinews of the belief, let me ride on the road without saying a word. So, there is a beautiful scene by the lake: a girl in the middle of the road pedaling hard bicycle, followed by a very slow car driving very slowly, the headlights are mild yellow, illuminating the road in front of the girl. The light passes behind her, making the shadow of the girl's bicycle flicker slightly, like a brightly burning ember. The wheels of the car crushed the quiet time. I won't be afraid because that headlight behind me is laced with the warmth of my father's gaze. He is on my way, watching me all the time, draping a warm fleece over my shoulders. Even though the road was dark, he was always behind me. He wouldn't help me on this journey, but he chased away those fears with his wordless light. I rode for a long time. That light followed me through the darkness. My father's love, sheepishly intertwined in the headlights, drifted out into the night sky and existed behind me. When I turn around, I can see the silent, unchanging light. I am glad that I have you. I'm glad that you are behind me.
Essay have you behind me 8The moon is hazy, vaguely see a black shadow in the move to. Looking back, I came to realize that the person who accompanied me home night after night and gave me courage in the dark night is you, who has never left quietly.
One heartbreaking thing after another, accompanied by a sob after a sob constantly replayed in my mind, so that I wandered in the boundless dark night. Suddenly, a crack opened up, letting in a glimmer of light, and I followed the light to look inside; it was a carefree wonderland. Just as I marveled, a pair of hands pushed me out. When I looked back after I had steadied myself, it was her, sweating and smiling at me with a dirt-stained shovel.
Seeing my bewildered face, she simply nodded. But to me, it meant a lot. In that moment, it was as if all the troubles were left behind, all the grievances had disappeared. Because all of this is not as important as a child's pure heart being recognized without words. I was smiling brightly in the sunshine, dancing my hands joyfully, and having nothing to worry about in this wonderland. But how could I be so without her? I walked slowly into the cool waters, moving forward one step at a time, and just as I was about to reach the other side, suddenly the wind gusted and the waves surged. The waves were about to knock me down, what should I do? Just when I was anxious, I accidentally glanced at you, only to see you a stable figure, strong, unyielding, smiling, standing behind me, as if it was my strongest backing, giving me unlimited courage and strength, so that I crossed the other side of the shore of success. This also makes me clear: no matter how hard it is, you are behind me.
You are quiet, but strong and fearless, no matter what I am flying fast, or step in place, and even back to no end, there are you behind me, silently do my strongest backing.
Composition with you behind me 9
When I was a child, I like to dream beautifully, and only after I grew up did I realize that the reason why I can be clothed and fed without worrying about dreaming beautifully is all the credit of my father.
Because my father is a big tree standing behind me.
Why does the tree grow behind you and not in front, around you?
Dad never stood in front of me as an elder with a big body, nor did he criticize or appreciate me too much, nor did he stop me from venturing into the world of dreaming, covering my eyes in the distance.
Because that would block my vision, block the sunshine that should have shot over my head, in my start forward will hit his torso, so that their own injuries. In the youthful days of the young, the tree ahead always blocked the full of fighting spirit of the people outside the world, shielded from everything, including the beautiful, including the ugly. But the children on the road to growth can easily lose their original enthusiasm, will and ability because of such a block.
It is dad such a tall and not brutal tree, so that as a child, and even now I can try to fly over all the difficulties.
When I am frustrated or sad, I don't turn to my dad first. In my heart, my dad is the tree that won't speak, but will give me silent support. When I fall down, my dad may not help me, but I will try to get up because of such a big tree, which makes me realize that love is more important than being there.
This magnificent tree has always been behind me, y rooted in the earth, moisturizing the air on one side.
Dad used to stand in the place where I was hard to notice, giving me the most attention and protection. A tree, in addition to being able to hold up a green umbrella, can also be a green light to illuminate the soul, dad this light, in my hope as a star fire, with their own light up the sky, comfort a lost teenager.
Thanks to this tree, I can continue to dream after growing up.
No matter what difficulties there are, I will not be afraid, because, with you behind me...
Essay with you behind me 10Behind the flowers are the green leaves, behind the seedlings is the soil, behind the brooks are the peaks, and behind me is the warmth of you.
Seven years ago -
On the way to school, always without your company, from home to school to go through several intersections, when I was still small, and do not know how to cross the road, hair is still messy. The image is also very bad, to the school, the teacher to see my appearance is really a loss of image, then in the podium for me to comb my hair. Although I am still small, but I also know that you can not call a competent mother!
After graduating from elementary school -
Adolescence came to me, the face of the acne is enough to prove that my youth has come, in this stage of my emotions are very anxious, as long as you teach me a lesson, I will begin to control their own emotions began to flare up, and you simply can not communicate with you, in a test! In a test, my misunderstanding of you began to disintegrate, in my running test, I ran in the process of seeing your silhouette, you in the crowd in the most inconspicuous place, looking at you for my anxious look is not false, in my approach, showing the color of worry is not false, I began to reflect is not there any misunderstanding between us? Is there any misunderstanding between us? I began to get along with you normally.
In junior high school -
Our relationship has been a step closer, as mother and daughter of us, sometimes like friends like jokes, home often spread our laughter, and sometimes like sisters in the circle of friends to send weird photos, and then tease each other.
If I am a flower, she is the green leaves, lining me more beautiful, if I am a seedling, she is the soil, to provide me with nutrition. If I am a stream, she is the peak, accompanied by me to feel the cold and warmth of this world. There will always be her warmth behind me.