When I was in middle school, you would pick me up every day and see you at the school gate every day after school. However, you said very little. Every moment of every day, you take me home with a straight face and cook silently.
On weekends, you always stay at home. Sometimes your mother goes on a business trip, leaving only you and me at home. You still don't talk much, even if you talk, it's an imperative tone, either asking me to do this or that. When I do my homework, you will sit next to me and watch me work hard. I often think that on weekends, other people's fathers either go to dinner or go somewhere else, and you, are you a little pedantic and curtsy?
On a normal school day, you keep a straight face and say nothing as usual. Only when my test paper is presented to you will there be some sunny and rainy changes on your face. If you fail in the exam, be sure to ask the reason carefully. If you are wrong, you will not give me a good face. But the next day, my test paper will definitely be revised by the workers. You didn't even smile after the exam, but you still gave me a glass of milk in the middle of the night and watched me drink it calmly.
It's time to buy new clothes and shoes for the Spring Festival. You never go out to give advice to me and my mother, but silently act as an "ATM" at home and let me go shopping with my mother. When you saw us running around in front of you in our new clothes, a rare smile appeared on your face. You nodded and said, "Good!" How many times, your mother dragged you out to buy new clothes, but you refused. Spring Festival is coming, we are all dressed up, but you are wearing ordinary clothes and look pale.
Finally, on your birthday, I rolled up my sleeves and washed your feet. Only then did I find that my thick feet were covered with cocoons, and only after soaking in hot water would they become slightly soft. I looked up and wanted to say something to you, but the words came to my mouth and swallowed back. However, I found you crying. You said to me in a trembling voice, "Daughter, do you know how much Dad loves you?" I look at your face that is no longer young, and at your new hair-at this moment, I finally understand your heart. You don't go out on weekends just to spend more time with me. You don't know how many times you have refused dinner. Don't buy clothes, just to save some money and let us live better; My carelessness and your anger are only for me to correct my bad habits and get better grades ... I finally found that fathers in the world are easy to satisfy. They always love their children, but they are not good at words and can't show it. Deep fatherly love, like a cup of tea, is slightly bitter, but it can
Enough to taste unforgettable sweetness!
I finally understand your good intentions. When you like someone in 600 words, her figure, her smile, her voice, everything is so beautiful that you want to keep it for yourself. Her shortcomings, things you didn't like before are all on her. Sometimes, you will become generous and tolerant. You will accept everything about her, and you are still making excuses for her shortcomings! "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" is true. When she is not around, she always feels something is missing.
I finally understand the outline of your good intentions, as long as you understand them.
No matter how long it takes.
Understanding is the best growth.
600-word composition in Grade Three: "I finally understand ...". I finally understand your good intentions.
"really! Honey, why is this? I will never play with her again! " I shouted as soon as I entered the door.
My mother came over with concern, put away my schoolbag on the sofa and asked, "Baby, what's the matter?" Who do you have problems with at school? Why don't you tell me? "
I sat on the sofa angrily, twittering about the "great event" between me and Xuan, and finally added, "Damn, it's only fifty cents. What are you cursing?" Cheap! Fan! Whoever plays with her will definitely suffer indignities. Hum, ignore her! "
My mother was very angry when she saw my face flushed. Knowing that I couldn't calm down in a short time, she patted me on the shoulder and left.
The next day at school, Xuan and I not only became strangers, but even developed to the stage where we raised our chins at each other as soon as we met, and we turned around hard, and no one talked to anyone. MengMeng caught in the middle, also won't muddle along. The angrier we are, the more we simply don't meet.
Back home, yesterday's anger subsided less than half. I ran to help my father prepare dinner. My mother came back and rang the doorbell outside. I opened the door in a hurry, only to see my mother rush in angrily and slam the door. Then, she slumped down on the sofa and shouted angrily, "Sue! How could she do that? I, I will never be friends with her again! "
Sue is my mother's colleague and is very close to her. I asked my mother, "What happened to Aunt Su and you?" Mother blushed and almost cried out, "well, you see, you just finished that thing yesterday, and I met it today." Gee, Sue that guy, only 100 yuan, she was furious with me, cheapskate, vent crazy! Whoever is with her must suffer indignities. Hum, ignore her! "
Suddenly I think my mother is very funny. Because of this 100 yuan, it is worthwhile to have such a disagreement with your best friend. Looking at my mother collapsed on the sofa, I seemed to see my rudeness yesterday, and I couldn't help blushing.
Yes, I'm as funny as my mother, because it's not worth stepping on six years of precious friendship for a little thing.
At this time, my mother looked at me, lost in thought, and climbed up the corner of her mouth with a smile. She stroked my hair and asked, "Baby, how are you?" You got it? "
Oh, it turns out that my mother wanted me to observe the incident from a bystander's point of view and let me handle it more calmly and methodically, so she acted this play!
Thank you, mom. At that moment, I finally understood your good intentions.
I finally understand your good intentions. More than 800 words, finally understand your good intentions.
Nest in the home between the cliffs, look up at the rising sun from the side, and the golden warmth covers my whole body.
A small black dot appeared in the golden light. As time goes on, the black spots get bigger and bigger, showing the attitude of an eagle. That is a familiar figure, and that is my mother.
Mother is a mother, even if she carries food, she can fly freely in the vast sky. Everything seems to be at her feet, and she flies above everything. The powerful flapping sound of wings, coupled with the whistling deep in the throat, all show the attitude of the king.
I also long to fly like my mother, but my mother never taught me. I often scream at gentle voices in protest. But I always thought that my mother thought I was too young to teach me to fly. When my wings are strong, my mother will definitely teach me carefully. But I seem to be wrong. My mother doesn't seem to be what I think.
Mother threw the food in front of me, watched me gobble it and licked my mouth. I let out a roar from the depths of my throat, and my sharp claws caught my wings. I looked at her eyes in bewilderment. Mother's eyes sparkled with tears, and then turned into firm eyes. When my paws exert a little force, I hear the sound of bones breaking, and I can't help screaming in pain. There was another loud fracture sound. The bones of the wings were cruelly broken by the mother, and the wings were slightly pulled, which brought heartbreaking pain.
I hate my mother, but at the same time, I am afraid that she will approach me. I can only stay in the corner of my nest and look up at my mother's tall body.
The nightmare is coming again. My mother has claws that lock me firmly and make me inseparable. But in the deepest part of the cliff, I slowly released my claws and fell. Falling in a straight line, the air around me is flowing rapidly, and the strong airflow, coupled with the inner fear of death, presses me. The instinct of survival made me spread my wings slowly, and I tried to recall my mother's flying posture in my mind. I endured the pain from my wings, the flapping range became larger, and the pain of my wings was relieved a lot. The so-called pain makes me numb. My body finally stopped falling, rising, rising, and I wanted to fly above everything.
I finally saw my mother's figure, with tears in my eyes, showing kindness and pride. Suddenly, I understood, understood everything, everything, all for me to learn to fly and enjoy life alone.
Great mother, I finally understand your good intentions. Because of love, you are "hurt", because you are "hurt", so you understand love.
Junior high school composition "finally understand your good intentions" is urgently needed! More than 600 words "Really! Honey, why is this? I will never play with her again! " I shouted as soon as I entered the door.
My mother came over with concern, put away my schoolbag on the sofa and asked, "Baby, what's the matter?" Who do you have problems with at school? Why don't you tell me? "
I sat on the sofa angrily, twittering about the "great event" between me and Xuan, and finally added, "Damn, it's only fifty cents. What are you cursing?" Cheap! Fan! Whoever plays with her will definitely suffer indignities. Hum, ignore her! "
My mother was very angry when she saw my face flushed. Knowing that I couldn't calm down in a short time, she patted me on the shoulder and left.
The next day at school, Xuan and I not only became strangers, but even developed to the stage where we raised our chins at each other as soon as we met, and we turned around hard, and no one talked to anyone. MengMeng caught in the middle, also won't muddle along. The angrier we are, the more we simply don't meet.
Back home, yesterday's anger subsided less than half. I ran to help my father prepare dinner. My mother came back and rang the doorbell outside. I opened the door in a hurry, only to see my mother rush in angrily and slam the door. Then, she slumped down on the sofa and shouted angrily, "Sue! How could she do that? I, I will never be friends with her again! "
Sue is my mother's colleague and is very close to her. I asked my mother, "What happened to Aunt Su and you?" Mother blushed and almost cried out, "well, you see, you just finished that thing yesterday, and I met it today." Gee, Sue that guy, only 100 yuan, she was furious with me, cheapskate, vent crazy! Whoever is with her must suffer indignities. Hum, ignore her! "
Suddenly I think my mother is very funny. Because of this 100 yuan, it is worthwhile to have such a disagreement with your best friend. Looking at my mother collapsed on the sofa, I seemed to see my rudeness yesterday, and I couldn't help blushing.
Yes, I'm as funny as my mother, because it's not worth stepping on six years of precious friendship for a little thing.
At this time, my mother looked at me, lost in thought, and climbed up the corner of her mouth with a smile. She stroked my hair and asked, "Baby, how are you?" You got it? "
Oh, it turns out that my mother wanted me to observe the incident from a bystander's point of view and let me handle it more calmly and methodically, so she acted this play!
Thank you, mom. At that moment, I finally understood your good intentions.
I finally understand your good intentions. Why can "you" be in your composition topic? All right, let's be vulgar. We can talk about parents! What an annoying teacher! Friends, brothers and so on!
Special points can be some very famous people! For example, Michael Jackson built a park! Jackie Chan said you don't need body double to make a movie! Einstein insisted on inventing something, and you'll know after Baidu!
Now write a policy or behavior of the ancient emperor of China! For example, Qin Shihuang burned books to bury Confucianism! This is so rebellious. Although I think it is good, it is estimated that many people will despise me! * * * Various strategic arrangements and policies! (This is too simple! You Baidu, before and after the founding of the new China event! Then write down the whole process of this matter! Add your own feelings from time to time! Although this composition is not new! But definitely not)
I finally understand your good intentions! The composition is 700 words! There is not much distance between the fast shore and the other shore, as long as there are bridges or wings; There is not much distance between mountains, as long as there is a road or footsteps; There is not much distance between people and happiness. As long as there is love or hard work, travelers trudging in the desert and brave climbers climbing the peak snow mountain all feel happiness from the experience of overcoming difficulties and moving towards success.
Leaving home can let you know about home; Without happiness, we can know happiness. Perhaps after a painful baptism, we can deeply appreciate the taste of happiness. Learn the true meaning of happiness! Happiness is what you seek, not what God gives you. Only by enduring torture and pain and experiencing difficult search and exploration can we find true happiness.
250 words finally understand your good intentions. I understand your kindness.
When I was a child, I was full of incomprehension and complaints about my mother. Why do I have to take so many remedial classes? Why not let me play computer games? Today, I finally grew up slowly, experienced the blow of failure and frustration, enjoyed the joy of success and harvest, and finally understood my mother's good intentions.
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At that time, because my parents were busy at work, I was brought up by my grandmother in the countryside. My grandmother didn't go to school, and of course she couldn't teach me to study, so I grew up to the age of kindergarten in a carefree state. Wait for me.
When mom and dad go to school in the city, trouble comes. Many other children in kindergarten are good at singing, dancing, drawing and playing the piano, but I know nothing about it. Still throwing garbage everywhere in the kindergarten and criticizing my aunt.
I don't care. Now my mother is in a hurry and has to sign up for a painting class, saying that she wants me to cultivate a lady's character and learn to sit still. How did this happen? I'm going crazy this weekend, and I'm taking painting classes again.
When I made trouble in the classroom, my immediate thought was to get back at my mother and let her spend money for nothing. I didn't expect the teacher who taught painting to have a particularly good temper. After class, he sat next to me kindly and asked me with a smile, "What do you like best?"
Things? ""Doll, ""What do you want a doll to look like? ""wearing a pink skirt, long curly hair and a small hat ... ""Shall we draw her? "That's it, I like it.
I started painting. Two years later, when I won the first prize of the * * Cup Children's Painting and Calligraphy Competition, I stood on a high podium with a bright red certificate of honor in my hand, and finally understood my mother's good intentions.
Shang Xiao
Yes, I don't know when it started. I also learned to use computers, and I gradually became addicted to computer games. My mother didn't care at first, but after a long time, my mother began to stop me. "If you play with your eyes again, you will be nearsighted. Your homework.
How's it going? ","I have already finished it. " I answered impatiently. So my mother began to check my exercise book. "What's the problem? What is that? "I was dragged away from the computer desk by my mother reluctantly.
Side, but the neck is still straight to the other side. My mother is very anxious. "Go, stand at attention in the corner, it's all careless and wrong." I began to cry, and my heart was full of resentment against my mother. Why don't I play? Why do you adults use computers?
Unlimited? I can't figure it out. The final exam is coming, and I am stupid. I only got more than 70 points in Chinese and mathematics. Looking at the declining report card, I remembered my mother's nagging. I wish I had listened to her earlier.
So after experiencing the joy of success and the lessons of failure again and again, I gradually grew up, understood my mother's love for me, and finally understood my mother's good intentions. Now I will never do the right thing with my mother again.
Comments: Through two small things, I described the process from never understanding to understanding my mother. When I enjoyed the joy of success, when I suffered setbacks in the exam, I understood my mother. After a little thing, I finally understood my mother's good intentions.