You
Because of you, there is beauty in the world;
Because of water, there is life in the world;
Because of you, there is me in the world.
You always said that we are one. So no matter how excessive things I did, you never scolded me, but educated me kindly. You forgave me again and again for my frivolous ignorance, while I caused you tears of grief again and again, you never held a grudge, but again and again to bring me out of the unknown abyss, but you never thought, I have had anything too much to do.
In the past, I always stayed in bed and did not get up, you are often afraid that I will be late for school and always softly call me to get up, I do not understand your distress. After being forced to get up, I always complained about you, saying that you are a bad person, and my tears fell down, as if I wanted to "accuse" you of "evil deeds". You never defend yourself, but silently for me to wipe away tears, gently caress my back, whispering, well, well, if you do not call you will be late. Instead, I would slap your hand away in disgust, ignoring your hurt look, and gently put it on for me, while still reasoning with me. I knew I was going too far, but I couldn't help but be mean to you, because I knew that you were my most indulgent haven. Every morning this way, there are always a few times will be late, irrationally I always go home again to blame you, complaining why you do not call me earlier, causing me to be scolded by the teacher. You were innocent, you were sad, and frivolous. My rebuke to you but always for no reason, cape to come, look at your aggrieved look like a child, I not only have no remorse heart, but feel that you are more hateful. Think of me there, is basically incomprehensible, but you do not care, is still so love me, spoil me. I take your love for me as the capital of reckless bomb, continue to blow your beard and eyes. And you continue to educate me with gentleness, educate me with kindness, educate me with behavior.
Growing up some of me, I feel very sorry for you, whenever talking about that period of green years, I will always be full of guilt to apologize to you, but you simply do not care. "What is there to apologize for, educate you, love you, take care of you is my duty, you are also so obedient, understand, but also often for me to mop the floor ah, wash the dishes ah, you have been how good ah, I have enjoyed it."
Mom, how can I ever repay you for the kindness you have shown me. I'm like a tribe of people who strayed into the darkness, and you held my hand in the lamp, warmed my heart, and brought me out of the darkness to usher in the dawn. No one can understand the pain of pregnancy, the pain of childbirth, and the days and nights of educating children, which is even more difficult and sad, all the flavors.
Because of you.
2. Write an essay on the topic of youLonely night, so dark, terrible, cool wind, but also just a little chilly. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the company.
The first time I came to this all kinds of bummer, even in the hustle and bustle, but around themselves as cold as the winter months. "We can be friends," you tied a ponytail, smiling at me. "Yes, it just so happens that I don't have any friends either." And that's how we became friends.
"I've memorized the text yo, faster than you." You looked at me with a smile on your face, the two dimples next to the corners of your mouth were especially noticeable. "What's there, I'll go memorize it right away." I replied disgruntledly. Most of the semester had passed, and my relationship with you was getting better and better, while the competition was also getting stronger and stronger. Memorize and you than the speed, dictation and you than who is right more, exams and you than the results, we are in the middle, the victory or defeat is difficult to predict, but never quarrel.
Fourth grade you and I, there is a big difference. You still love reading so much, quiet but not bullied. And I, naughty, love to fight with you. "Damn it, you gave me back my hair." After you found out that I cut your hair, in a rage, you chased me from the third floor to the first floor, and then from the first floor to the third floor. In the end, you cried and I didn't know what to do, and the result was that I was scolded by the teacher.
Three years later, because of the reason of origin, I have to go back home to study. But in these three years, has been a very good friend, so when you heard the news that I have to go, you are very upset.
"Can you not go?" In the middle of the playground, you asked me. "I don't want to go either, but it's not my decision to make, so." I tried my best to hide the sadness in my heart, "Isn't there still two months left, be happy."
After the end of the semester, or decided to go, and we parted on the day, I saw your face hanging two lines of tears, but also very firm to me, said "Since you have decided to go, I also have to wish you happy in the future, this book for you as a gift, and I hope that it can be accompanied by you." I saw the tears on the book, but also very reluctant to say to you "Do not worry, no matter where I am, you will always be my best friend."
The summer sunshine from the window, reflected in your smile, two shallow dimples in the golden light.
In the blink of an eye, have been separated for so many years, I do not know whether you still remember me, but, I can never forget you.
Nowadays, I have not been the same year, I have long been in the world of human warmth and lost ambition, become useless. I remember I once said to you, "I and you are friends, I also take you as my goal, the first thing in life is to surpass you, and then to prevent you from surpassing. Now that is no longer possible. Just vaguely remember some fragments with you, but this also turned out to be my most cherished.
In the midst of the dark night, the cool wind was blowing, and life became so dark. There was a sudden turning point in the life of no pursuit, and at that moment, because of you, the moon rose in the dark night, and a warm current appeared in the cool wind.
The starry night, a meteor slipped down, when the splendor disappeared, an icy tear rolled down from the face, which contains thoughts of you.
3. You, beside me on the topic of writing a 600-word essayHow many lonely nights, looking up at the starry sky, I clearly remember, you said to me: "I'm right beside you ......"
--Title
When I was a child, I finally waited for that night when I slept in a separate bed from you, and you helped me tuck in the corner of the quilt, caressed my soft hair, and hummed me a lullaby as usual to lull me to sleep.
I closed my eyes and opened them again, and then closed them again after I opened them, and tearfully said to you, "Mom, don't go away, I'm afraid--" You smiled, tenderly left a kiss on my cheek, and said, " Don't be afraid, mommy is by your side." So I slept peacefully. The next morning I woke up early, looked at the dawn light ingested from the window, and ran to you with gusto, saying that I was a little warrior, and could sleep perfectly well on my own. You squatted down and whispered to me, "Mom has always been by your side ......," and I saw the light flashing in your eyes, like a firm belief.
Every night, I went to sleep with the belief that you are by my side, and in my sleep, I saw you and I blowing bubbles on the lawn, boating in the lake, flying kites on the square, and going to the zoo to see the giraffes together. ......
Three years ago, during the summer vacation, I took me to the y city tour cousin due to something can not return with me. On the other end of the phone, you asked me in a slightly expectant tone, "Can you take the train home by yourself?" I hesitated for a moment, but nodded and said, "Yes." --And so, with your words, "Good boy, mommy is right beside you." The terminal is Jinan on the Harmony train, all the way, do not care to look at the car seat for passengers to kill time magazines, I think of you, are you said to me, "I'll be right beside you".
Every time I traveled alone, my heart was stranded with anxiety and apprehension, just because - you are by my side.
How many times in the heart of nervousness, how many times in the study of the bumps, you said to me how many times "you are on my side". So, I got used to in the examination, participate in the speech, painting competition, hosting the program before, think you said to me: you are beside me.
"O mother, you are the lotus leaf, I am the red lotus, the rain in my heart comes, except you, who is my shade under the sky without cover again?" (Bingxin language) mother, you are beside me, I know, that is forever ......
4. to you as the theme of writing a composition about 800 wordsyou
cool breeze, white moon in the sky, in the bamboo forest under the moon alone, to the wine when the song. The night wind blew across the window sill, surrounded by your mellow fragrance, lingering is your aftertaste, can be smelled but can not be reached, perhaps I am drunk.
Turbid wine a cup of home for thousands of miles, you, is the spokesman for nostalgia.
Long in the detention of the heart, you do not have a sense of flavor. That is a piece of zero leaves on the lake looking for love station. Walking in a foreign land, "alone in a foreign land for a foreigner, every festival doubly homesick." The most familiar remains you. "Wine turns into tears of longing." You are the only one who can hold hundreds of millions of hearts beating together. When I look back at the time of parting, "Brothers and sisters came to see each other off, wanting to travel or not, each goblet of wine. The despondency of the time of parting is even more embarrassing, "I advise you to finish a glass of wine, and the sunshine out of the west has no old man!" Wandering outside, the only way to raise a glass to invite the moon, the shadow into three to reduce the heart of homesickness and loneliness. You, in turn, evoked a trace of nostalgia loneliness.
You are a more profound emotional support.
Five thousand years of polymerization, so that your ester is more mellow, so that your emotions are more abundant, seemingly a statue, weathered but still standing on the stage of history. People borrow you to get drunk, do not know the way back, celebrations have not drunk not to return, happy and forgetful, contradictory and harmonious. As small as the city dawn, as big as the king and the prime minister, all in your favor, or complacency, or loss, or sadness, or anger - a thousand forms of life have you swaying figure. People use you to anesthetize themselves, to vent themselves, to release themselves. "A pot of wine among flowers, drinking alone without relatives." It is Li Bai's longing; "A cup of turbid wine is ten thousand miles away from home, and there is no plan for Yan Ran to return home." Du Fu's helplessness, they all use you to express their inner feelings and ideals, to lament the world's love with the change of events.
You, moreover, are a catalyst for heroes.
You crystal clear, translucent fragrance, and mysterious. Interpretation of the wonderful and heart-wrenching history, Guan Yu warm wine beheading Hua Xiong, can be described as fast! Guo Ai drunkenly beat the golden branch, how magnificent! Cao Liu, plum boiled wine, language, Hongmen Banquet is a wine competition - countless examples of wine seems to tell people, success, wine, defeat, but also wine! Some of life's disappointments and joys let us and wine have formed an unbreakable bond. When we are sad and bored, Meng Degong has already known that "the only way to relieve our worries is to drink Dukang." Raise the cup and drink, get drunk and forget your worries. He realized that there is a whole world in the wine, the sun and the moon in the cup. Wine to the time of intoxication, floating like a fairy, through the cup of alcohol lonesome, wash the block in the chest, so that the soul to be released, but also enough to talk about the feelings.
You, both to give people a light joy, but also evoke a trace of memories of the deceased, so that people sent to you, but also from you to get released.
I hope to adopt
5. (), I for you () for the theme of the essay, not less than 600 words"Like" word as a recent often appear in the life of the popular words, which represents both the recognition and approval of a thing; can also represent the support and recognition of a person. Everyone has a unique experience of liking something in his or her life. Similarly I also have my experience of likes. Let me share it with you.
In that hot sunny afternoon, because I was really bored at home, I took a walk in the neighborhood. But soon I was sweating profusely. Although I wanted to go home, I was discouraged by the thought that I would have nothing to do at home. Suddenly, a great idea came to me.
"Boss, a cold drink." I went to the kiosk, "6 dollars." A middle-aged man walked up to the counter and said to me with a kind smile on his face." Boss, money." "Take care, come back next time."
Unconsciously, the sun was about to set. A cup of cold drinks drink out, I want to buy another cup to drink at home. But once I pulled out my pocket and found that something was wrong, I had 20 yuan in my pocket. Why is there no money in my pocket now? How can I explain to my mom when I go home? So I went back to the kiosk with all kinds of puzzles and doubts.
From afar, I saw the boss standing in front of the store, and from time to time looked around anxiously. I went up to him, he saw me coming, busy toward me. "Finally saw you, just did not see clearly (you walk in a hurry), want to call you, but can not see you. Here's the money to find you, here." Said, stuffed the money into my palm. At once, a stream of warmth into my heart, I sincerely said "thank you".
Now I think of this incident, still very touched. Perhaps a person's unintentional behavior can impress others, so that others for you to praise.
The first time I was in the city, I was in the city, I was in the city, I was in the city, I was in the city, I was in the city, I was in the city, I was in the city, I was in the city, I was in the city, I was in the city.
Changing, remembering, mother's love is as old as ever.
Spring comes and goes,
Flowers blossom and fall,
What doesn't change is you and me,
because you are always my favorite mother.
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A few hesitations, a few wandering, I finally brought up the pen, with the heart, to write down a little bit of a drop ......
When I was bewildered to spend fourteen springs and autumns, and blew out fourteen flickering candles, I only then I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it.
I remember that every time I took the report card home, I used to look at my mother's face to ask for joy and sorrow. But my mother always said, "Next time there is a chance to make up for it." No reproach, more just words of comfort. I know, my mother gave me, never ask for return ......
Some people say, life is a miracle given by God, but I say, it is my mother gave me the miracle of life, it is my mother's heart to write a brilliant note in my life.
When I *** naked to this world, the pain of my mother, I can never understand. The doctor gently tied a knot in my navel, the place that had been connected to my mother, accompanied me to grow up ...... for the first time to open my eyes, my mother's tired eyes are full of expectations, and I am flowing in my body is the condensation of love ah!
Night, yellowish. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
Some people say that love will pass away, friendship will grow old, but affection can never be worn out.
For more than a decade, my mother has paid too much for me, and even the passing of the years has not been noticed. I know, in the eyes of my mother, I will always be just a child. Although my mother pretends to be strong on the surface, I saw her panic when I fell; walk around anxiously when I was sick; turn my back and secretly wipe away the tears when I had a fever. She thought I didn't see it, but I did. Perhaps she didn't know that I also secretly wiped away tears from the corners of my eyes as I lay in bed, and from that moment on I vowed that I would love this person forever.
Mother, your love for me - I remember - for life.
Jingyuan No. 1 Middle School Junior High School: Lan Qi
Comments: from the language of the article, the young author should be a language accumulation of deep students, the article opens in a rhythmic way of mother's love to tell the story. "Night, dim. Love, wandering." --The heavy mother's love, in rhyming words and phrases, is expressed in the eternity of life. But the article around the center of the narrative gives people the feeling that it is not compact, how is love embodied in no words? Small authors in the line, pay attention to the language beautiful at the same time, pay more attention to their own to express the "meaning".
7. have you behind me on the subject of the essay 300 words"A paper red paper to write you, how do I write?" Time always quietly stole too much, leaving me alone to deliberate. Along the way, we passed through the mud and wind, thank you for always being there.
I remember that the sunshine was very good, the white clouds in the sky like a disturbed mind, silk, we encountered in the afternoon sunshine. Still remember that day your dull smile and overwhelmed enthusiasm. It turns out that we are students in the same class. You are the best in the class, but in front of me is like a child, innocent and lovely. However, you were always telling me with silent effort not to worry, you would always be there. The stars sprinkled dazzling, I fell into infinite memories.
Qing Wan face, reflecting the Lang Lang daylight, ink monologue. That day, tearful eyes, fortunately, there are you. The first exam, math scores seem to be a whip, heavy hit on the body, not soft. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it. Middle school teachers which will care about these few remnants, I immediately felt hopeless in math. Fortunately, there you are, you are like the warm winter sun, straight to the heart. You wiped away the remaining tear tracks and told me it was no big deal and to try harder next time. I looked at your face as if it could give me fearless courage. Since then, you will always take a pile of exercises to run to do with me, tireless explanation, but also tolerate my occasional temper. Success does not begrudge to everyone who tries hard, and in the next quiz, my grades improved greatly. You can't help but smile when you look at my smiling face. Have you noticed? You have a little dark circles under your eyes, somewhat conspicuous under the sparkling big eyes; are you catching up with your own homework at night after tutoring me every day? Such behind the scenes quietly help me you, call me how not to be touched?
Euphonious tones, play a piece of music belonging to you. How can this be, your words, call me tears and shadows. Sometimes, there will always be some contradictions. When I am misunderstood, you will stand beside me, holding my trembling hand tightly, giving me invisible strength. When I needed an embrace, you would let me lean on your shoulder, not big enough, but reassuring. That time in the playground, after a heated argument, in a dark corner, you gently held my back, breathless company, listening to me sob. You said, "It's impossible for 100 people to distract us." Do you know that your words have kept my heart calm for a long time, how can I forget? You always told me, "You still have me." I still have you, what else am I afraid of? Thank you for always saving the best for me, always thinking of me; always like a sister, but always thinking of your sister without asking for anything in return. With you behind me, I will never be alone.
We are together, there are always too many stories, every day gently sunshine sprinkled. Holding hands, always walking, we do not look back. Thank you always have you, have you behind you.
8. to "you are my dependence" as the theme of the essay 300 wordsIn the haze of sleep, I saw your figure, your thin but blurred figure. In the past two years, I have been thinking about you; waking up in the middle of the night, crying and shouting to find you; the most want to rely on is you ......
Remember? In the past at school, there are more worries, as long as the doorstep of the home to stand, smell the mouth-watering aroma of food, and then forget everything. I always rushed into the door, threw down the schoolbag, shouted at you: "Grandma, I'm home!" I clearly remember, in the kitchen, "rumble" under the hood, you look back at me, smilingly pushed me out of the kitchen, the slippery touch, and still remain on my skin.
When I'm worried, I want to rely on you the most.
The dim yellow light is fluttering with gentle dust, falling on your silver-white hair. You leaned on the ancient mahogany recliner, the radio on the eight hundredths of a centimetre table sang your favourite tin opera, and you hummed along with a small voice, with a yellowed recipe book in your hand, and from time to time muttered a few words: "The little girl in the growth of the body, you have to give her a good tonic." I inadvertently made a little noise, alarmed you, you look at the door standing in the smile of me said: "girl, we eat a child chicken today how?"
When I was growing up, I wanted to rely on you the most.
Open your eyes, is full of white eyes, a little sideways glance, you saw you rushed into the room door in a hurry, the door will be sitting on the opposite side of the parents shouted: "even a child will not take care of this month, the first few times hospitalized ah?" Turning around, you looked at the sick me and said compassionately, "How's it going? Are you feeling better? Grandma brought you your favorite bone soup, have some!" You gently lifted my back, picked me up gently, sat up, your eyes fell on my left hand full of pinholes, and lovingly said, "I'll carry it, you eat it!" With your soft eyes against the eyes, I saw your eyes full of tenderness, pain.
When I was weak, I wanted to rely on you the most.
"Every time I let you be serious and careful, how can you only test so much again!" Whenever my mom's scolding sounds, as long as I hear your urgent footsteps ringing, I am no longer afraid. Pushing open the door of the room, you tightly brow lectured mom: "The child has already said that she tried her best, and besides, she is already so good, the room for improvement is very small!" The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on an iron, and then you'll be able to get your hands on an iron!
When I'm sorry, I want to rely on you the most.
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I woke up from the dream. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it. The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of you, so I'm going to try to make sure that you don't get caught in the middle of it," he said. In the kitchen, less meals fragrant; under the light, less tin drama and recipes; when sick, less bone soup; be blamed, less your help, but I most want to rely on you.
9. to "your, I understand" as the title to write a 400-word article, the style is not limited.Your heart, I understand
Mom, your heart, I understand. Don't think I'm still a child. I have grown up and understand everything. Your love I will never forget. Your favor I can not repay. Your love I can understand.
You said to me, "The sword sharpens from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold. To study hard!" Your heart, I understand. But with some contemplation, twofold character, three sections of tenderness, four sides of the wind, five strands of thought, sixty percent desire, seven points of perseverance, eight points of maturity, nine happy, very confident I also aspire to freedom ah! Learning is important, but also to combine labor and leisure, I also need spare time to play and rest!
Once, I did not organize the room, you said to me: "a house does not sweep how to sweep the world, quickly go to organize!" Your heart I understand. Yes, small details determine everything, a nail's tightness may be related to the fate of a building.
However, I think: "No one is perfect, no one is perfect." One did not organize well, you can go to correct. Besides: "The great man does not care about the small details." How many of Liu Bei and Cao Cao's heroes grow flowers and beans at home? I also have the ambition of "The long wind will break the waves sometimes, hanging straight from the clouds and sailing through the sea". "I want to see more, but I want to go higher." The grandeur. With "on the world's heroes, I Qi (its) who?" I have my own ideals and ambitions. I have my own ideal and ambition, let me fly!
When I faced the difficulties, you said to me: "There is no way out of the mountain, and there is a village in the dark. Let go of your worries and get back on your feet!" I believe that I can cut through the clouds to get the moon, I believe I can cut through the thorns and go forward forever. "Bamboo is dense, does it prevent water from flowing through, mountain height does not hinder colorful clouds from flying." Yes, your words, let me regain confidence, you are letting me "do not need to cover the eyes of the clouds, since the edge of the highest level" it! I now understand that frustration is the motivation, difficulty is self-confidence, let me endure the pain of broken wings, re-enter the blue sky on the clouds!
Mom, your heart I understand, love me let me fly free!