In daily study, work or life, when it comes to composition, everyone must be familiar with it. Composition requires a complete chapter structure, and we must avoid the appearance of compositions without endings. Do you know how to write a good essay? Below is a composition about the story of Xiaoxue and me that I compiled for you. You are welcome to share it.
There was a lot of rain in the autumn of that year. Although it was still early autumn and many flowers and leaves had not yet fallen, the corridors of this hospital were ravaged by the continuous cold autumn rain. The two sides are covered with green and yellow leaves. A gust of wind blows, and those leaves are flying everywhere in the cold wind and rain, which makes people involuntarily add a lot of inexplicable sadness.
My old father accidentally fell down because he was going to the fields alone. At that time, my father had not fully recovered from the stroke. We were admitted to the orthopedic ward on the fourth floor of the orthopedic hospital. Orthopedic patients who wear bandages and groan all day long. Our ward has four beds. Next to us is a seven or eight-year-old boy who has broken his arm. The little boy has a teapot-top hairstyle and is thin. There was a kind of lovable cowardice in his long eyes. Accompanying the boy was a woman of about thirty years old. The woman was wearing a dress similar to a cheongsam, and she had a pair of miserable eyes under her long shawl hair. Her eyes, those clear black and white eyes seemed to hide many unknown stories and sorrows. That woman sat next to the boy all day long, constantly comforting the boy who was crying in pain. I saw The woman's beautiful eyes were filled with tears.
Every time when dinner was served, the woman always bought all kinds of delicious food for her son, while she ate some of her son’s leftover food. Others’ beds were piled with various kinds of food. There are all kinds of gifts sent by relatives and friends. People are always coming and going in front of other people's hospital beds, but her hospital bed is always empty. Once, the second sister came back from Zhengzhou to visit her old father and bought some for her. He bought his favorite banana. The boy looked at the yellow and orange bananas longingly and whispered to the woman, "I want to eat bananas." The woman said, "Mom, I don't have any money in my pocket now. Your grandpa will be here soon." Mom bought it for you. I gave the little boy a bunch of bananas. The little boy looked at his mother and didn't dare to take them. The woman said to him, thank you uncle quickly. The boy whispered: Thank you, uncle.
Taking care of patients in the hospital is very lonely and boring. I brought five or six novels from home. Every night after turning off the lights, I would use the flashlight on my mobile phone to read until two or three in the morning. That woman Ask me, are you a teacher? You love reading so much. I smiled and said there are no computers here and I am bored. Reading can pass the lonely time. I said you have read it and I will lend it to you. The woman smiled and said, I know the word, but I don’t know it. I read very little and can write my own name. In the subsequent conversation, I found out that this woman is from Beiwudu. My son fell down while playing on the horizontal bar at school, and the school didn’t Taking responsibility, she has lived here for a week and spent tens of thousands of dollars, and her father is now lying in front of a cancer hospital bed in Lin County, hundreds of miles away. Crystal tears rolled out of his eyes.
Later she asked me whether the school should be fully responsible for what happened to my son at school. As an educated person, could you tell me about it? I thought about it and said, this should be The school bears most of the responsibility. Didn't you go to the school? If you did, the school would always shirk the responsibility and say that I should see a doctor first. I have already borrowed all the money I can borrow, but I really can't borrow it out. That woman suddenly With a miserable and helpless look on her face, I asked why I couldn't see the child's father. The woman's face immediately darkened. It had been two years since her father had died in a car accident. If I hadn't been for me, I would have faced such a huge hardship as a woman. At this time, It was windy and rainy outside, and the cold rain poured in through the windows that were not closed, making it very cold for a moment.
I went to the school where their son attended with her. Teachers in rural areas were vague about the law, and most of it was human relationships. That woman was attracted to the stocky, shrewd little eyes in my eyes. I was counting all over my body, looking at my suit and leather shoes, carrying a high-end handbag, and holding paper and pen in my hand. The woman said that this was my cousin, a reporter from a newspaper, and the principal hurriedly ran forward to be attentive. shook hands with me, and then I talked with him, from education law to a teacher's ethics, from many cases to the reputation of a school. I don't know what I said that day. I only have one belief to defeat this The principal in the village asked for justice for his children. During this period, I also mentioned the names of many Wuyang leaders intentionally or unintentionally. It was just a tiger skin as a banner. Two hours later, the principal called the general affairs and asked us to He signed a receipt and received 6,000 yuan, promising to wait until the child was discharged from the hospital to see the hospital's bill.
At noon, at the mutton soup restaurant on Beiwudu Street, the woman ordered a few dishes and a bottle of wine. Her words showed an expression of gratitude. That day The two of us each weighed half a pound. That day I learned that this woman had a beautiful name, Xiaoxue. I learned that this woman had been to the south, worked as a worker, and as a young lady. I also learned that her whole family died of cancer. One day, the faint autumn sunshine shone on this woman's fair face, and those sad stories that made people want to cry made those sunshine so miserable.
When Xiaoxue left the hospital, my father was about to be discharged. After spending more than ten days together, my father and I fell deeply in love with this poor mother and son. My old father asked me to give him many snacks. I picked them up, and then I sent them downstairs. The boy lay on my back, and the sunshine warmed my heart. Xiaoxue said, Brother, I won’t say thank you, I just want to say thank you. , my son and I will never forget you in our lives, and then I sent them to the Yellow River Square to get on the bus bound for Wuyang. From that day on, I had an idea to use the story of Xiaoxue in the form of a novel. Write it out.
Later, Xiaoxue and I became netizens. In our daily chats, I learned more about the unknown miserable fate of this beautiful and unfortunate woman, the misfortune of her family, and the sweetness of love. I peeked into the emotional world of an ordinary woman from another angle. We dated on and off for a year. During the summer, we also went to Shimantan Reservoir together. The sun was very hot that day. On the river beach, I stood on a big rock and asked her to take photos of me. These photos are still in my space photo album. That day I said to her, look at the distance where the water and the sky meet. There are mountains in the distance. There are shadowy houses in the mountains. It must be a beautiful, happy and peaceful paradise.
A month later, her cell phone suddenly stopped working, and there was no one on the Internet. I didn’t know what happened to her, so I decided to go see her. I went to their village, and someone told me, He had been dead for several days. He died after drinking medicine. When I asked why, those people shook their heads. Following the villagers’ instructions, I went to a field with luxuriant grass in the southwest corner of the village. Under the bright winter sunshine, I I saw a newly built grave mound that was almost invisible, and the paper dust on it was still vaguely visible. That day, the sun shined through my tears. Under this mound with lush grass and lush grass, there was buried a person who kept fighting for his life. A poor and beautiful woman who struggled hard. At that moment, I seemed to see those beautiful eyes twinkling in the grass. I remembered that day when she was drunk and cried loudly, why is it so difficult to live?
I found a lot of colorful wild flowers in the field and made a small wreath. I told her that she would not know the pain after she died. Rest in peace and she would be born into a rich family in the next life.