Day has quietly come to us, the spring wind gently blowing red flowers, spring rain also quietly moist green leaves, vibrant we are like that red flowers and green leaves as vivid as the same vitality, and who has thought of who did that spring wind and spring rain quietly moisturize us?
When we rush out of bed in the morning, who has made a delicious breakfast for us? When we put on our backpacks and walk out of the door, whose figure is hovering in front of the window looking? When we return to the farm with a tired body, who has already boiled the bath water for us? When we study and pick the lamp to read late into the night, and who quietly put a glass of milk in the corner of the table? What kind of person can do so much without asking for anything in return? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
From childhood to adulthood, the mother has been our side of the closest and most loving people, hush hush, know cold know hot. In we still can not clearly express ??? when the mother took great pains to teach us to learn to speak; when we have no ability to protect themselves, the mother has no choice but to use that great selfless love for us to shield the wind and rain; when we think we have been long to get rid of her shelter, the mother is not worried about silently watching us; when we are happy, the mother looked at us with a smile with bright eyes; when we are sad, the mother knows that she knows that she has to get rid of her shelter. When we are sad, mom knows he can not help but still accompanied us with sadness ...... mom for us to do has been too much, but she has never asked for any return, this is a kind of how broad and how selfless love ah!
From ancient times to the present, how many writers and writers have tried to render the greatness of Feng mother's love, it gives us how many things can not be forgotten, we get from there is far more than pay more, learned tolerance, learned to understand, learned to learn a wide range, learned to think of others, but we have been for the mother to do what? Do we just accept our mom's gratuitous love with peace of mind? We should not do something to make mom happy, make mom proud?
The beautiful month of May has quietly come around, the air is full of fragrant breath, in this season of warmth, the eternal theme of May is Mother's Day, in this ordinary and has a special significance of the day, we should do something for mom?
Mom does not want gorgeous and expensive jewelry, do not want to value the gift of a lot of money, to give mom the best gift is our own, perhaps yesterday, a branch of the first leaf buds of the carnations, a clean and tidy tablecloth, a pure and innocent smile, will let the mother doubly gratified. Because - the child has grown up, know how to love mom. This is to tell mom: mom, I love you!
Yesterday was the second Sunday in May, the beautiful Mother's Day, however, in the face of every child who loves his mother, every day is Mother's Day, let us use the most tender mood, embrace your mother, tell her: "Mom, I love you!
2. On the affection of the composition 450 words (to the environment to start, the content contains detailed description)One afternoon, the sun *** hot, I accompanied my mother to the square to buy clothes. Once in the gate, because of the clothes cut price, the place was crowded, aunt like a child, ran to the stalls in a hurry. I am not attracted to these green and colorful clothes, attracted me to a corner of the square of a hula hoop little girl.
The girl was dirty, wearing a thin T-shirt, barefoot jumping rope, she was quite handsome, big eyes like two pearls. Obviously, she was a child who was not well-fed and not warmly dressed. But how did she come here? I heard people around me say: "Her parents are divorced, and her dad suffers from rabies because he likes to keep stray cats, and he loses his temper all day long, and even bites people. Her family has no money, so she came here in order to make her dad better." Everyone was touched and sent money to that little broken bowl. Every time she received money from a kind person, she would say "thank you", although it was in dialect, but still understandable.
I just looked at her, and she noticed me, a little shy. Her beads of sweat flowed drop by drop, has jumped more than 500, she still insisted on jumping, when jumped more than 700, suddenly lying down on the ground, I helped her up, gave her a popsicle. She looked at me, and did not speak, eyes full of gratitude.
At this time, my mom came, I told her about the little girl's family, she immediately gave her 100 dollars. To leave, I told her, "Goodbye, I will come to see you." She smiled, back home, I lie on the window, toward the sunset, in front of the little girl's face always surfaced. Thinking about it, a line of tears flowed down indisputably
3. A composition about affection with environmental description of 200 wordsThe day has quietly come to us, the spring wind gently blowing red flowers, spring rain is also quietly moist green leaves, vibrant we are like that red flowers and green leaves as vivid as vitality, and who has ever thought of who did the spring wind and spring rain quietly moisturize us! And who has ever thought of who has been the spring breeze and spring rain that has silently nourished us? When we hurriedly get up from bed in the morning, who has already made a delicious breakfast for us? When we walk out of the house with our school bags on our backs, whose figure is hovering in front of the window looking at us? When we return to the farm with a tired body, who has already boiled the bath water for us? When we study and pick the lamp to read late into the night, and who quietly put a glass of milk in the corner of the table? What kind of person can do so much without asking for anything in return? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
From childhood to adulthood, the mother has been our side of the closest and most loving people, hush hush, know cold know hot. In we still can not clearly express ??? when the mother took great pains to teach us to learn to speak; when we have no ability to protect themselves, the mother has no choice but to use that great selfless love for us to shield the wind and rain; when we think we have been long to get rid of her shelter, the mother is not worried about silently watching us; when we are happy, the mother looked at us with a smile with bright eyes; when we are sad, the mother knows that she knows that she has to get rid of her shelter. When we are sad, mom knows that he can not help what help but still accompanied us with sadness ...... mom for us to do has been too much, but she has never asked for any return, this is a kind of how broad and how selfless love ah! From ancient times to the present, how many writers and writers try to render the greatness of Feng mother's love, it gives us how many things can not be forgotten, we get from there is far more than pay more, learned tolerance, learned to understand, learned to learn the breadth and breadth of learning for the sake of others, but we have been for the mother to do what? Do we just accept our mom's gratuitous love with peace of mind? Shouldn't we do something to make mom happy and proud? The beautiful month of May has quietly come around, the air is fragrant everywhere, in this season of warmth, the eternal theme of May is Mother's Day, in this ordinary and has a special significance of the day, we should do something for mom? Mom does not want to gorgeous expensive jewelry, do not want to value the gift of a lot of money, to give mom the best gift is our own, perhaps yesterday, a branch of the first leaf buds of the carnations, a clean and tidy tablecloth, a pure and innocent smile, will let the mother doubly gratified.
Because - the child grew up, know how to love mom. This is to tell mom: mom, I love you! Yesterday was the second Sunday in May, the beautiful Mother's Day, but for every child who loves his mother, every day is Mother's Day, so let's embrace his mother with the most tender heart and tell her: "Mom, I love you!" From the baby's "wow" fell to the ground to nurse him into adulthood, parents spent how much blood and sweat, weaving how many days and nights; from elementary school to junior high school, and even college, and how many teachers for his blood, silent dedication to the light and heat, burned himself, lit up others.
Gratitude is from the heart. As the saying goes, "The grace of a drop of water is repaid when it springs from the spring."
Not to mention parents, friends and relatives for you to pay not only "a drop of water", but a sea of ocean. Whether you pass a cup of warm tea after the parents tired, pass a card on their birthdays, in their loss of some of the greetings and comfort, they are often for us to devote their efforts, energy, and we have remembered their birthdays, experience their labor, and whether to notice that the wisps of silver, that a wrinkle.
Gratitude requires you to experience with your heart, to repay. The first thing that you need to do is to get the money to pay for it.
Madame Curie, as a famous scientist, has twice won the Nobel Prize, but she saw her elementary school teacher at the meeting, with a bunch of flowers to express her gratitude; the great man *** also similarly in the festive season to send a deep gratitude to the teacher. Since ancient times, the great people do not have a grateful heart, gratitude does not need to be shocking, just need your a greeting, a call, a touch of emotion.
Gratitude is meaningful. Love keeps the world spinning.
Parents pay far more than the mountain high, deeper than the sea, and as we, only know the meal to the mouth, clothes to the hand. And there seems to be an isolation zone, so that we become selfish, forgetting that once parents pay, forget the sound of happiness, learn to appreciate others is one of their conscience, a filial piety, because so there will be harmony, happiness, and respect for each other.
With a grateful heart, to look at society, to look at parents, to look at friends and relatives, you will find yourself how happy, let go of your chest, let the rain fall to wash the pollution of your mind. Learn to be grateful, because it will make the world a better place and make life more fulfilling.
"Grateful heart, thank you ......" Whenever I hear this song, I always think of someone, the person who gave me life - my mother! And I am most afraid to hear this song when I am away from home, when I will always be a little heartbroken, tears out of control. People often say: "A father's love is like a mountain, a mother's love is like the sea!" I feel more mother's love is like the sea, there is like water tender love; mother's love is like a boat, for me to raise the sails of self-confidence, encouragement, help me to reach the other side of the shore of happiness; mother's love is like a shore, is a daughter's heart wounded harbor! It has been fourteen years, I have asked myself: "What love is eternal?" I have not been able to find the answer, until that time, I found the answer.
That day was an important day for me - I went to take the promotion test! I was like standing at the first crossroads of life, surrounded by a stream of vehicles, red light on after the green light on ...... such a cycle, but my choice is only once, there is no cycle. That morning, early came the sound of mom in the kitchen to prepare breakfast, I got up and saw the table with umbrellas, examination utensils, breakfast.
Because mom she is not available today, so can not accompany me to the exam. She sent me out of the intersection, on the road, we both did not say anything, but, in the hazy rain and fog, I still clearly see my mother's forehead that a wrinkle, the corner of the forehead of the piercing white hair ...... Before getting into the car, she also repeatedly exhorted: "Put down everything, put your heart to the test, do not care about the consequences of how. Just do your best!" I nodded and got into the car, I looked toward the back of the car, my mother is still standing at that intersection .......
4. environmentally descriptive kinship essayRemember a blue umbrella
My sight, so long had to be for a blue umbrella to hold ......
The blue, bright and clear as the sky.
Those rainy days when I was a kid, my mom always held a blue umbrella to pick me up at school, my head was a piece of blue, and my shoulders were covered in a piece of blue, and as far as the eye could see, it was a piece of blue sky without rain.
Later, on a rainy day, the short me looked up to talk to my mom, only to find that my mom's half of the sky was a gloomy gray, the wind mixed with raindrops, falling into my mom's gray sky, my mom's shoulders were wet, and my hair in front of my forehead was wet, and I, still in a blue rainless sky.
"Mom, the umbrella is crooked," I warned, "No, the umbrella isn't crooked." Mom replied softly and my eyes fell on the tilted umbrella handle, "It's true, the umbrella is crooked." Mom stubbornly said, "No, there really isn't ......"
Then I grew up and no longer wanted my mom to pick me up on rainy days, and that blue umbrella faded from year to year in the cupboard, and for a while I thought I'd forgotten about it.
Perhaps it was a coincidence that it was another rainy day, another blue umbrella, and underneath the umbrella was my mom and me, almost as tall as my mom, holding the umbrella.
My eyes fell so unconsciously on the handle of the umbrella, and that scene was mixed with the scene of my childhood, when my mom was shrouded in a blue rainless sky. And my shoulders were wet, and so was my hair.
"The umbrella's crooked," my mom reminded me, "No, it's not crooked." "It's true, the umbrella is crooked," Mom repeated. "Mom, really it's not crooked, no." There was a long silence under the umbrella, but I turned around and caught a glimpse of crystalline droplets of water across my mom's cheeks.
The faded color of the umbrella, and then reappeared in the previous clear as the blue of the sky.
Finally, I realized that for a long time, my mother has been holding up a rain-free sky for me, and now, I want to give my mother a happy sky, even though Meng Jiao said, "Whoever says that an inch of grass is heartless, will be rewarded with three spring sunshine.
And so my sight is tied to that blue umbrella, late at night every night under the lamp night battle is me, every weekend shuttle in the remedial location is me ......
All this, because of that tilted blue umbrella.
That blue, bright and clear as the sky, so that my eyes do not dare to move away, never dare to move away.
5. family love narrative essay beginning to environmental description,, good people to help, very urgentis the description of the incident, their own serious borrowing Sublimation of life There is a clear spring in everyone's heart, washing your soul, nourishing your life.
It is only because of the daily triviality of life's chaos that obscures her ring of wonderful sound, hazy her clear blue transparency. At the end of the night, the sky is silent.
Every time this moment, you can unload the heavy mask, remove the fence of the heart garden, and truly look at yourself, in the depths of life, you finally listen to a trace of the leisurely crunch. This is a poem of truth and beauty.
Like sweet rain, like spring breeze, soft and slow and timeless. The moon is hidden and the stars are visible, the dew is heavy and the wind is light.
Every time you can look at the conscience of ***, out of the world's box, in the soul of the high place, you finally feel a wave of inevitable rhythm. This is a song of goodness and beauty! Like the white moon, like the autumn sun, indifferent and serene.
Against the wind against the travel of you, whenever you look back behind the bumps and mud, a road, a course and a course, your heart spring will be open to surge ...... finally realized: life does not believe in tears, and failure does not mean that the stifling of success! There is nothing in the world eternal fluke let you forever complacent, what eternal misfortune in the world let you permanent pain? The splendor of life rejects not mediocrity, but mediocrity! So when the spring breeze more reminiscent of, as long as do not betray the beautiful original intention; embarrassment and disillusionment more longing, as long as do not fictional not wake up the bitter dream! With the heart spring to extinguish the fire of jealousy, with the heart spring to wash out the dust of vanity, life will gain infinite ease. Whispering heart spring to tell you understand: the human heart is not as you imagine that sinister thick, life is not as you rendered that bleak and heavy! Away from the despicable dumping, avoid the world of strife, close to the heart of Dingdong spring, listening to the heart of the spring Dingdong ...... revisit a dash of beautiful mood; soothe a tired heart; look back on a section of the lane cool life.
Listening to the heart spring, so that the idea to profound purity; listening to the heart spring, so that life is more and more rich and vivid. That step 8th grade (8) class Wu Chenjing Instructor Shu Yuying "The sword is short"? This is a question that is not a question.
A swordsman faced with this obstacle has two options to choose from. The sword can be lengthened, or the fencer can choose to take a step forward.
Choosing the former, it is enough to recast a sword: the latter, however, is simpler, a step is all that is required. Yet what a difficult step to take! First of all, to take a step requires a spirit of adventure.
The swordsman does not dare to take a step because the enemy's sword is also waving, and this step will make him successful, or it may kill him. So, of course, the swordsman is willing to play it safe and forfeit victory.
Many people do the same thing, trying to play it safe, but forgetting the similar phrase "high risk, high reward", and refusing to take risks, and ending their lives in obscurity. Take what I'm doing now, I've never written this kind of essay before, but the idea that made me decide to do it was "risky", and I'd rather lose the "insurance" of winning a prize than write the good essay I used to write.... I'd rather lose the "insurance" of winning a prize than write a good essay - whatever we do, we need to try and take risks to be successful.
Look at Bill Gates dropping out of Harvard, look at Nobel risking his life over and over again. If the swordsman knew the price they were paying, he would have weighed it carefully and taken the step.
Then, let's analyze the idea of the swordsman. The swordsman's idea of a "short sword" must be to lengthen the sword, but it's not that easy to make a good sword, so he has to take a step forward - to change himself.
Everyone wants the environment to follow their own way, and the swordsman is no exception. He wants the sword to lengthen the way he wants it to lengthen, so that it adapts to his swordplay.
We tend to complain too much about life, wishing that "if only the boss were more kind," "if only the children were more well-behaved," "if only the homework were less. " ...... and so on. When we can't change it, we can only adapt, and adapting often saves more time and energy than changing others already.
My first year, I had every day on the homework feel distressed, and will be against the teacher as any, holding a "I will not do as you say" attitude, and the subject teachers fight wisdom, fight to the end. The result is that they are not happy, and this is not adapted to the environment.
Want to adapt to the teacher, to correct the attitude of learning - learning for themselves. If you want to adapt to the sword short, you also need to correct the attitude of practicing the sword - for the sake of, is to improve the sword art, not just have a sword used to smooth the hand.
What is the name of the swordsman? It is not easy to say, because everyone is a swordsman, we can escape, can also take risks; can change the environment, can also change themselves. Life eventually ends, but whether it is wonderful or not all depends on us to grasp.
"The sword is shorter", this is indeed not a problem. (Proofreader: Li Zhiyu) One Step Forward 8th Grade (11th) Class Wang Joss Instructor Zhang Li One step, how far is it? It's not that far, but too many people are one small step away from their goal when they give up.
He is stagnant, can only stare blankly at their own goals, ultimately out of reach, leaving no endless regret, helplessness, and that one step away. He is a beggar, in his choice of this road, "dignity" word in his heart has long been ashes.
On that night, he huddled in a dark, small corner of the city. The neon lights of the city's shopping malls were shining brightly in the night.
But in front of his eyes was a gray, scattered coins on the ground. Suddenly, a strange man came toward him, he was shocked: everyone does not want to come close to me, but how he ...... He looked up sharply, it was a young man, dressed in a very fashionable way, that clear face has a pair of black and big eyes, is staring at him closely.
Just see a that man stopped in front of him, the pair of fair hands in the purse pulled out a bit, quickly took out a piece of paper, raised his head, with a smile on his face and took a step towards him, shoved the piece of paper into his hands, turned around and disappeared into the night. He was instantly startled, and the man who opened himself was the only one in many years who had taken a step forward towards him to give him alms.
Silence for a long time, he stood up, hand tightly pinched the ten-dollar bill, also disappeared into the night. Ten years later, at a business banquet, a young man was savoring the banquet's delicacies when a strange man came up to him, shook his hand excitedly, and said to him, "Do you remember me?" He thought for a moment and searched diligently in the storehouse of his memory, but never remembered.