Mom, I can only love you silently in this way
Many times, I don't want to touch the past memories, then I will find myself scarred still, as if I clearly should forget everything, and all the memories about that time, but because of this theme, surfaced again.
My mom, an authentic housewife, looks ordinary, also studied some books, not yet the age of twenty years old married my father.
To this day I can't understand what kind of feelings my mom and dad had for each other. In those days, people were often matchmakers, and they were set for life, never in love, but also for life.
Mom always said that she is busy life, and even the time of birth, death and old age are not, whether it is at home or outside the home, before and after are mom's busy figure of hard work, which contains the hardship and pain, no one knows better than me! The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't want to be a part of it, but I'd like to be a part of it!
Dad has been grumpy since he was young, paranoid, typical macho, often upset, because of a little bit of trivia, mom will be his even beat with scolding, in front of dad, mom has been low-brow, fearful of accompanying the careful, but also do not dare to say a word for fear of incurring a greater scolding ... ... Once mom really can not stand, in the middle of the night, drank pesticide, what reason I until now do not dare to ask, just vaguely remember that time the family's screaming convulsions, panic into a piece of the eventual mother although was saved, but dad's temperament did not change.
That time I often hide in fear at a young age, inwardly hated Dad, hated his irritability, hated his lawlessness, hated him more
Mother was sick, collapsed in a particularly busy work, admitted to the hospital, bedridden. Far away from the hometown of the maternal grandmother knew, love daughter heart, immediately dragged the bloated body, from thousands of miles away from the small southern city heart anxious to come to visit her mother.
Mother and daughter have been separated for a long time, to meet in front of the hospital bed, actually embraced each other and cried, causing the bystanders also dropped tears, also was touched.
She asked her mother, "How do you really feel, you look so bad?"
Mother smiled and said, "I feel fine, I just don't have any appetite, I don't even want to eat rice."
Grandmother was anxious and said, "My child, how can you not eat? Think about what you really want to eat?"
Mother smiled wryly, "In fact, I just want to eat your celery dumplings."
Grandmother smiled at once, as if she had finally found a cure for her ailment, patted her knees and said, "Good! I'll go and wrap them for you, your favorite food when you were little was celery dumplings!"
After saying that, he got up and pulled me home, and went to bread dumplings.
When I was making bread dumplings at home, my grandma wouldn't let me intervene because I never came into the kitchen, and she was afraid that I would spoil her good work. I was in the kitchen doorway, quietly watching, the grandmother wrapped extremely careful, rubbing and twisting between the old tears, see my heart is not in the right place.
After an hour or so, the celery dumplings were finally ready, each full of fresh flavor, the grandmother put it into a thermos lunch box, pulling me out in a hurry. I know she was afraid that the dumplings would get cold," she said!
When I arrived at the hospital, my mother was happy to see the dumplings, as if she had been craving them for a long time. I'm not sure if I've ever been to a hospital before, but I'm sure I've never been to a hospital before, and I'm sure I've never been to a hospital before. Just went to a moment, my mother said to me, "Son, this is a little far from the bathroom, go and help Grandma with the water." So I went too.
When I brought my grandmother back, we suddenly saw that my mother had already eaten. Mother smiled and said, "The mouth is really greedy, simply eat." I looked at my mother's lunch box and there were only three or two dumplings left in it. Grandmother scolded her for still being as gluttonous as ever, but a smile floated up on her face as mother finally managed to eat.
Over the next few meals, my mother was still very sick, but her appetite got better, and she always ate all the dumplings that my grandmother had made.
The next night, I stayed with my mother. My mother read a book while I sat at the table and wrote.
In the meantime, an accidental pen fell on the floor and rolled under my mother's hospital bed, so I reached out to touch it, and instead of touching the pen, I touched a bag of stuff. Dragging it out and looking at it, I was filled with surprise that it was a big bag of dumplings.
I quickly asked my mother what was going on, and she told me to stuff it back, and said with a red face, "Later you take it and throw it away, don't let grandma see it."
I asked, "You didn't even eat the dumplings?"
Mother sighed and said, "I have no appetite, how can I eat? Don't let grandma know, she'll be worried if she knows I didn't eat."
"You have no appetite, then why did you ask grandma to make dumplings?"
"Your grandma came a long way to take care of me, and if she can't help and watches me get sick, she'll be very sad. Know what?"
I was shocked by my mother's words, and finally came to my senses: it turned out that my mother let my grandma make dumplings, but she hid them with all her heart and soul, and was only trying to fulfill her love for the old man, and alleviate his worries.
I carried a heavy bag of dumplings to the backyard of the ward, and with a wave of my hand, the dumplings were hidden in the black night. The secret was already hidden from me, but I knew there was a deep, deep love that would never leave my heart.
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Respondent: Huang Youzhi - Apprentice Wizard Level 2 1-14 13:11
The Taste of Marshmallow Hua Ying School Junior 3 (11) Pan Yanwen Marshmallows, as soft as cotton, which dissolves in the mouth, but its sweet flavor stimulates the tastebuds to make it unforgettable.
After school, the auntie who sells cotton candy guards the entrance of the school as usual, and as soon as I see that my classmates are surrounding her to buy cotton candy I know that she is a kind and friendly person. I wanted to walk over and buy a cotton candy every time, but my family was poor at that time, so I couldn't afford to pay for it, and I could only stand in front of the security booth and watch my classmates' happiness after they tasted the cotton candy.
October's autumn winds greeted me, and I stood in the autumn wind, bathed in the light of the setting sun, looking at the aunt selling cotton candy.
Ah, that aunt is coming my way, what is she up to. Huh, she's holding a very large cotton candy.
"Sister, auntie treat you to a cotton candy, okay?" She said as she bent down and stroked my head.
"But ...... but I don't have any money."
"It's auntie who treats you, you don't need money, take it!" She said with a smile.
So I put my hands in my pockets and slowly reached out to take the cotton candy in my aunt's hand. The moment I came out and touched my aunt's hands, I felt the coldness of her hands, only her warm smile at me made me think it was just an illusion.
Auntie went back, turning her head to wave at me from time to time, while her bright smile with a hint of reluctance still hung on her slightly pale face.
I looked down at the marshmallow in my hand and couldn't help but taste it, my tongue melted after a momentary contact with the marshmallow, but the sweet flavor, like honey, remained in my tastebuds.
I raised my head to look at the aunt who gave me the cotton candy, and a warm warmth flowed in my heart, I felt her kindness, her kindness, her sincerity, and it seemed to me that I even felt her care for a stranger.
The next day, I had the heart to shell out money to buy cotton candy, but I returned disappointed. Somehow, Auntie, she wasn't here today. I felt the wait.
One day, two days, three days ...... Auntie didn't come for some time.
Later, there was a rumor that she passed away in soon money. When I heard the news, there was no way I could convince myself to believe that God couldn't just wipe out someone so kind and compassionate.
Now, whenever I see someone selling cotton candy, I won't hesitate to buy one, because Wan Du don't forget the sweet taste of cotton candy, I believe that Auntie is still in a corner of the world to bring sweet memories to children, and I want to be like Auntie, to do my best to help people in need.
Before and after the curriculum reform Xinhua Middle School, Linze County, Gansu Province, ninth grade (7) class Lei Zhenxin Ancient saying: "Raise not to teach the father's faults, teach not to be strict the teacher's laziness." The old saying seems to tell us that the teacher plays a decisive role in whether a student can be successful.
China has attached great importance to the cause of education since ancient times, and teachers have been respected. Feudal era, the students to worship the teacher to first kneel to the teacher, as the saying goes, "men's knees have gold," which shows their respect for the teacher. The teacher who believes in "strict teacher" is also extremely strict on the requirements of the students.
"One day for the teacher, life for the father", the old teacher and the student status disparity, hierarchy. Today, the "new curriculum reform" of the spring wind blew over, scouring the land, scraping away those in people's minds deep-rooted blind respect for the teacher's ideas, the rest, is a new, harmonious teacher-student relationship.
Confucius and Zengzi are a generation of sages, but who would have thought that one for the teacher, one for the student they are a pair of friends. Their relationship of "both teacher and friend" is commendable to us, and today this scene has come to us. Teachers, both on our way to school so that we learn to recognize the mentor, but also a can let us talk to the heart of the friend!
Our classroom is no longer the past teacher high on the desperation to speak, the students respectfully under the boring to listen to, the waist pole is heavy bags bent, the head is the sea of text mountain questions muddy. This scene has been "rolling the Yangtze River to the east"! Inside the classroom, is a lively scene, the teacher said a few humorous words from time to time, led to laughter, like an old friend to talk about their own feelings, exchange of their own voices, in the collision with the thinking of others, the spark of wisdom flashed dazzling light. In the sound of joy, we spent one lesson after another, knowing one truth after another, mastering one skill after another. No one will not for the next lesson did not study well and worry about suffering, knowledge is no longer rote memorization, but skillful use of learning, we have gained an unprecedented emancipation, the realization of the "talent, learning and rich five car" desire!
Between classes, most of the students went outside to the activities, there will be three or two students in the teacher to ask for advice, they have to "aid in the question of reasoning", but there is no "stooping down and pouring ears" of the move, there is only that fierce argument and get the answer after a burst of cheerful laughter!
The teacher is our classroom organization guide, is our growth as a guiding light, is our after-school buddies. The new curriculum reform eliminates the gap between us and our teachers, makes us close friends, and makes our learning enjoyable!
Listening to the rain Cenxi Three Middle School 04A Liang Chaofei Electricity and thunder, flowers, plants and trees, spring, summer, fall and winter ...... These are the treasures that nature has given us. And among these treasures, I really like the sound of rain.
So I fell in love with listening to the rain. The rainy season brings me different spiritual experiences throughout the year.
Spring rain is a quiet and elegant little girl. Du Fu's poem says: "With the wind into the night, moist and silent." Spring rain follows the branches sprouting quietly, people did not realize. But as long as in a quiet night, quiet mind, holding a cup of fragrant tea, the mind imagines such a picture: the earth is a good rice paper, spring rain in the paper gently dipped, that emerald green will be dizzily scattered, covered with the earth ...... At this time, outside the window, a "Night of the Spring River and the Moon" will be ringing in your ears: "......."
The summer rain was not so good-tempered. It makes a scene all the way down, jumping and falling in clusters. It fell onto the corrugated, the windows, the earth ...... striking everything that could make a sound. The rhythmic sound seems to remind you: a rock party is about to begin! Then the wind roared and the clouds filled the sky. In order to illuminate the venue, lightning was invited, and in an instant the night turned into day. As the baton in the conductor's hand moved, millions of musicians played music. The momentum swallowed the bull, trembled your heart, and your mind couldn't help but turn over layers and thousands of miles of waves, keeping you completely awake.
Fall, traditionally known as the golden autumn. Then we will call the fall rain as golden rain! In the dashing golden rain, everything falls into the low point of the year. Golden rain continues to fall, although it brings a hint of coldness, but also to the farmers to bring the good news of the harvest. Sometimes looking at the rain outside the window, I can not help but draw the blueprint of life, thoughts like a broken kite ......
Winter in people's minds is cold and breathless, but the winter rain is gentle and generous. It is not slow and slow down, for the trees to remove the "white coat", washed the street, but also to the river injected vigor. It is a symbol of the arrival of spring.
Listening to the rain, listening with your heart, you can interpret the seasons and realize the true meaning of life!
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Respondent: d_a_n_g - Magician Grade 4 1-14 13:27
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Selected Examples of Sample Essays
I. Father
Huang Fangguo
Father arrived home one afternoon three days ago. No one was home at the time, so he put down his basket and squatted in front of the door to smoke leafy cigarettes. Upstairs, Mrs. Zhang thought he was blind and scolded him to go away. When I asked my father for confirmation, he rubbed his hands together like a child who had made a mistake, his eyes wandered, and he mumbled, "Next time, I'll be sure to dress properly."
The house was not spacious, and we put the father and son in a room. I heard the sound of a slap on my face shortly after my father entered the house. I opened the door and saw my son making a fuss: "You're dirty, you're dirty, you're not allowed to kiss me, get out!" My wife looked at me angrily as I used force against my son. My father stood by with his hands hanging down, dumbfounded, and I heard him tossing and turning late that night.
The next morning, my wife explained to my father in an unfriendly tone, "There are good cigarettes on the coffee table, there is a cigarette holder, don't smoke leafy cigarettes, don't shake the ashes. Don't move the stereo, don't move the gas stove, don't move the refrigerator, don't move the TV ......" The father humbly said, "Ask me to move, I can't move it." The two of us came back at noon and saw water all over the floor, and my father was squatting on the floor, holding a rag and fumbling with his hands to wipe the floor. My wife flung her hand into the bedroom and closed the door with a bang. The father was immediately at a loss for words, as if he had done something wrong.
There was a light rain in the afternoon, and when I came back from work, I didn't see my father. When my father returned, his wet hair rested on his wrinkled forehead, and he was carrying a plastic bag in his pine bark-like hand. He entered the house without taking off his shoes, and his wife, with a grunt, went back into the bedroom.
Father said: "I went shopping, I don't know how to buy, I don't know what you need, so I thought I'd buy these. The honey is for stomach problems, you remember, you have to drink a spoonful of it in the morning and at night. She's a brainiac. Walnut powder is good for her brain. My grandson's appetite is not good, thin, so I bought him spleen cake, eat the appetizer."
The father finally took out a plastic bag from his jacket pocket and said, "This 5,000 yuan is what I saved from selling chickens and pigs, and I've saved it for three years. I don't have much use for it, but you'll need it for your family, so take it. I'm going back tomorrow, so come back when you can to see your mom's grave and your grandfather's. If you don't have time, Dad won't blame you. If you don't have time to come back, dad doesn't blame you, you guys are busy, and the unit's discipline is strict!" I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it.
Father insisted on leaving. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do, but I've decided to call a cab to take him back.
He had never ridden in a car in his life, but he didn't know how to open the door, and his hand was touching the door with an embarrassed look. I stepped forward, bent down, opened the door, and when my father sat in the car, then closed the door for him. Father stretched out his head, a happy face, he said, "son ah, dad is considered the most blessed person in the village." After saying that, raised his hand and wiped his eyes naively smiling at me, I suddenly have mixed feelings.
(A lot of use of detail description, often can enhance the vividness of the description and authenticity, so that the character has more personality traits, for shaping the character of the role of four or two to a thousand pounds.)
Living in the world, living in the city, living in the officialdom, I have bent over in front of many people, opened the door of the car for many people, but never bent over for my father, opened the door of the car. My father is a farmer, I am a cadre, my father is a crop farmer, I am a city dweller, my father has not been able to surpass our height in this life. But we can have today, all thanks to father's foundation. My father has stooped for us all his life, suffered all his life, worried all his life, and in his old age, he still never forgets to share his worries for his children and grandchildren. But what about us? Gave him so much disrespect, just for him to open the door of the car once, called his heart satisfied, tears. That stoop, for my father, was a filial piety and conscience, and for me, it was a tribute to him and all fathers like him in the world begging for forgiveness and deep respect ah!
(Discussion and lyricism, mining the rich connotation of ideas, reflecting more timeless ideas, more intense feelings and more far-reaching mood.)
Excellent narrative essays should be rationally sublimated in the narrative, through the discussion of lyricism, mining rich ideological connotation. From the life of the inspiration, from the material to form a point of view, from the phenomenon of the essence of the discovery, so that after repeated refinement, written narrative, will be able to achieve the theme of clear meaning far-reaching realm of deep meaning.
Two, that crow's feet
Yang Dongni, a senior student
One night, at the dinner table. "Grandma, for the past two days we've been eating only vegetables, no meat!" I had just finished complaining when Grandma laughed out loud and said, "Tomorrow which, there might not even be any white rice!" Grandma and I looked at each other and laughed. When I was a child, I was fostered in my grandmother's house. Grandma was a very tall, fair-skinned, elegant old lady. The most obvious place on her face was the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, so deep and so natural, so natural that when she smiled, she squinted a deep groove at the corners of her eyes, which did not appear to be half a bit abrupt, but more affinity. So the crow's feet rippled in those poor days, Grandma was always so optimistic and cheerful, full of energy. And I, in the days when I was dependent on my grandmother, knew the true meaning of happiness.
When I was in kindergarten, my grades were a little bad, and at that time the report card used a 5-point scale, and my grades in all subjects were 1 or 2 points. I said to my grandmother, "I'm sorry, it's all 1's and 2's." She narrowed her crow's feet and said, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, 1's and 2's add up to 5 points!" I asked, "Can grades in different subjects also be added up?" This time, with a serious and decisive expression, she said, "Of course. Life is all about sums!" But at that time I did not quite understand what this meant, only clearly remember the crow's feet rippled, rippled up a string of bright laughter.
Grandma never asked me, "How's school? Did you understand the lessons?" But there was only one thing she was never too nagging about. "Wear a smile and greet people nicely. The best thing a poor person can do is to show a smile." As she said this, Grandma's eyes blinked and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes deepened. So I made it a point to greet my neighbors with a smile and a lot of spirit. When I smiled and said "Hello" to my aunt in the neighborhood after school, she would happily give me some steamed buns from home. What a happy result! Grandma said that a smile is a treasure. She was always smiling, so the neighbors got along with her and were happy to give her vegetables, fruits, cakes and snacks.
Summer is hot, and even more so for those of us who can't afford fans. The soil lost its luster, the grass lost its vitality, the trees drooped, and the cicadas raucously ripped their voices through the trees, screaming for attention. At this time, Grandma would bring a small bench, holding a large banana fan, one by one, unhurriedly to help me shake the fan, but she herself is hot and sweaty. No matter how hot the weather was, she always smiled and said, "Don't always complain about the cold or the heat; be thankful for winter in summer and summer in winter!" Grandma's deep crow's feet looked especially refreshing in the summer heat.
When I was cooling off under the big tree, you would reason with me, "You have to dream until you die! It doesn't matter if they don't come true, they're just dreams after all." When I was lying in bed thinking about my mom and dad, you always patted my back gently, "Don't talk about sad things at night. It's okay to save the sadness for the daytime." When mom and dad took me away, I cried and said I would always miss you. You didn't shed a single tear and said, "If the clock goes backwards, people will think it's broken and throw it away. People should not always look back, but always move forward!" But I clearly see that your crow's feet that have always been flowing with laughter also flowed with sadness ...... Grandma that carries the bearer of many laughs of the crow's feet shuttled through my childhood, which constantly told me - laugh and live!
Three, the high clouds
Hu Xiaomeng
Students love to judge their teachers. If there is a teacher with some "special features" standing on the podium, students will make eyes at each other, and after class, they will discuss it endlessly. Soon, the "news" about the teacher would last forever. I remember when I was in my second year of high school, there was this one teacher who had a lot of "character" and became the most interesting topic for us.
Before class, a message revealed: this person is over the age of old, introverted, temperamental ...... temperamental? My heart pumped.
"Here it comes!" Someone exclaimed. Only to see an old man from the end of the tunnel slowly "upside down" to, the classroom suddenly quiet brake, a pair of curious eyes brushed to him: good a drunken immortal! Walking thumping sound, two arms swinging greatly, the whole body swaying to and fro. On the podium, ho, full of red face, eyebrows and eyes, hale and hearty! He slightly scanned, with the remaining gasp on the wah-la-wah-la lecture. And the new class of students to meet not to speak polite, always have to speak on a string of interesting nonsense it! But he did not say anything, really ......
The next day, the anecdote about the "strange old man" was rumored. I can't remember anything else, but I remember that "Little Voice" said that her uncle listened to his lectures, the teacher used to recite "Southeast Peacock Flight" on the rostrum, back to back, I can't help but weep, can't help myself, until the grief gulped down, only to stop and breathe. We all laughed when we heard it, it was so funny and cute. The funny thing is that today, 30 years later, he is going to tell us "Southeast Flight of the Peacock", how I would like to see his tears hanging on his cheeks. (Setting up suspense)
But wait! He asked us to study the notes first, and then slightly explained a few difficult sentences, followed by model reading. I saw a little brewing, a deep breath, then sank his face, began to read aloud in a small voice. I found a number of students are pursed lips snickering, yes, look at him shaking his head, dragging the tone, this is reading aloud? Oh, this may be called "chanting"! I couldn't help but laugh too. But he seemed to be completely immersed in the meaning of the text. Some of my classmates, feeling bored, picked up their books to listen to him read. Gradually, the more he chanted the more energetic, more and more poignant, read to Liu Lanzhi farewell sister-in-law, only to see him constantly throat, unlike the previous that fluent tone. I could hear that his voice seemed hoarse and sour as a result of reason restraining his feelings. At this time the silent classroom, a face also show pathos. I kept clenching my teeth to keep the tears from welling up, until the bell rang, everyone was still heavy, no one clamored and laughed, no one chased after them. (sidebar)
In his class, I was always swayed by his emotions. He was not an actor, but the changes in his emotions were like the unpredictable cloudy sky in late spring and early summer. Gradually, I also developed the habit of reading aloud with emotion, and when I read a good chapter and paragraph, I would be like no one else, forgetting about it. Now, pondering over his unique teaching method, I can't help but marvel y. I have a deep understanding of his words: "read to have feelings, the text is also through half." Alas, it is said that he is temperamental, could it be born from this?
Last year, I was awarded the first prize in the school, local and provincial essay contests. That day at the morning meeting, the whole school teachers and students gathered in the large playground, the principal will give me an award. Suddenly, he stormed into our team, a glance at me, squeezed over, did not wait for me to understand, he has dragged me out of the team, solemnly taught me: "a moment you go up to the stage to receive the... Prize, to advanced three steps, hands to receive the prize, and then turn around, to the whole school teachers and students to light up the prize, and then back three steps, Nu, like this ......" around the students are all clamoring to laugh, he did not listen to, still a serious for me to do the mechanical demonstration of the puppet-like action. I am a senior student, and not, is the first time on the stage to receive the award, really an old fashioned! I do not dare to laugh, but in my heart I complained that he had nothing to do. But it is strange, in my short life path, has printed how many exciting and gorgeous picture: in the 10,000 people singing assembly, my accordion performance has won the thunderous applause; in Changsha Provincial Party Committee Auditorium, I solemnly received the award issued by the Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee; also like a small star, honored and famous writers and play with the mountains and water, together with the picture, together with the television ... ... ...However, those images gradually faded with the passage of time, but only the scene of him doing puppet-like mechanical movements for me from time to time in my mind. And it became clearer and clearer, each time making me feel a warm, special love.
In my memory, there was only one time he lost his temper with me. I was in my senior year of high school, and the school set up a literary club with him as the advisor. That day, he swung into the classroom with gusto, narrowed his eyes and smiled as he told me, "You've been elected president!" I immediately and instinctively blushed and politely excused myself as is traditional Chinese custom. Unexpectedly, his face immediately showed a huff, staring at me seriously: "Do you think that biding your light and hiding your talent is modesty and a virtue? No, now the concept has changed, you did not see the Beijing campaign for the head of the secondary school student press corps reports? Didn't you see the report about the self-nominated factory manager? There is talent not show, not as good as Maosui ......" I lowered my head, biting my lip. Tears of frustration almost came out of my eyes. He did not care whether you are aggrieved or not, just reprimanded: "What is it to be the president? You should beat your chest to everyone and openly announce, what's the point of me winning a few awards? I have to win more awards, I--" I was hot, excuse to slip away.
Are you calling him old-fashioned? This new idea is still hard for me to accept? However, secretly these words are like a fire, burning in my heart, more and more burning. When I won the six provinces and cities in East China, secondary school students essay contest and (young people) organized by the international youth "young people's diary" essay contest second prize, I fell into a deeper thinking. In front of me are several certificates and awards, and in the drawer, there is the Fudan University's exemption notice, I raised my head and looked out the window. Looking out the window at the cloudy sky, ah, the teacher is standing in that far away from the clouds, and again in the reprimand to me: "Get a few awards is nothing, I have to get more big prizes!