Negative emotions, like shadows, cling to my body. I can't get rid of them, and I can't ignore them. Like poisonous insects, they suck up my spiritual nourishment bit by bit. But fortunately, accompanied by my mother, she gave me the warmth of maternal love and gave me those shining days.
In the afternoon, I trudged out of school, and my ears echoed with the teacher's severe reprimand and disappointment. My heart is a mess, I can't figure it out. The low-grade test paper is stuffed at the bottom of the bag. I didn't even think about it, as if I saw the dense red forks and only a few red hooks left, a shameful test paper. The sky is gloomy, like a desperate expression of a child crying but not crying. Large gray clouds are piled up in the distant sky, and golden thunder arcs flash from time to time. It's going to rain.
I have walked downstairs with confused eyes. At this time, my mood is very complicated, some are desperate, some want to escape, and some are guilty. Looking up, a slightly delicate figure is leaning against the French window. My head is covered with green shade. If I go any further, she will see me. I stopped under the tree and looked up at the figure-my mother. Her expression is very calm, as silent as a sculpture, motionless, eyes staring down, eyes focused, eyes should reveal something called hope.
I took a few more steps, and then she saw me and waved to me like an excited child. Her figure flashed in front of the glass window, smiling at me with joy in her eyes, that kind of brilliant smile from the heart. The sky cleared up unconsciously, and the sun scattered the last ray of sunshine on the earth, covering everything with a layer of orange gauze, smearing a layer of haze and a kind of intoxication. The light projected on the glass becomes a dazzling point, shining on the glass like a small sun. The mother is so happy when the child comes back. What a simple reason, what a simple reason. It seems that there are two suns in front of me, shining and smiling, and it seems that they really feel the warmth inside. Looking back on these years, my mother actually waits at the window every day and promises me a sunny day.
When I leave my parents' protection one day to find the value of life, even if I encounter setbacks and difficulties, I will not be afraid or shrink back. On the road of life, I know that when I look back, there will be a look, watching me and giving me the courage not to back down. In reality, please don't ignore our parents' secret love, and don't dislike their verbosity and triviality. Looking back carefully, it was actually a warm day, a sunny day.
The alternation of day and night is also a cycle of light and darkness. You and I have lived a glorious life together.
You and I used to spend the night together. That night, it was dark and there was no light. You said to me, "I hate the night and like the day." Even if I can't change the darkness, I will decorate it with bright stars! " I smiled, looked into your bright eyes and added, "Even if there are no shining stars, there are still your shining eyes." I was afraid that you would feel sick, so I didn't say this sentence: "Your eyes are like the sun in the daytime, shining brightly and full of hope, so that the world is illuminated."
For a while, I was struggling for the exam, but you were defeated again and again. You still smiled and said to me, "Although I am not as good as you, I will still work hard." I may never have told you, but I have learned a lot from you. As long as there is hope, whether it is success or failure, these years are brilliant.
Once, you cried, that is, your strong image in my heart was broken. I no longer think you are a vigorous and tall green fir, but a hill on the cliff after the rain. Others only see the rainbow around you and ignore the dew around you. Those are your tears! You choked and said, "Mom hit you because of poor grades." I frowned. It's the exam again! Students are easily judged because of an exam! You sighed, "to see the sun, for all his glory, it's buried in the coming night", wiped your tears and walked home, waved to me and erased my worries: "Nothing, it will be fine." In the sunset, I see your figure emitting infinite light, which is a kind of hope and a firm belief in you, just like a dream.
You said your mother was going to remarry, and you were leaving. That night, I stayed up all night and left? Friendship seems to come and go quickly, but the feelings between people are inextricably linked.
After you left, I stood in the sunset and gently asked my mother, "Will she forget me in the future?" My mother patted me on the head: "It's up to her. I hope you can meet again in the future. " I am silent.
What shall we do? I have been worried that you will forget me, and now I am about to forget you. Your appearance is already a vague outline in my mind, but I still remember your shining days!
My friends said, Dad is a mountain, Dad is a tree, Dad is in my heart, Dad is a hero, and he has given me the most protection since childhood. He is really different from other people's fathers. He doesn't live with us. We can only meet in winter and summer vacations. Although my mother often tells me that after the direct flight, my father across the strait will often see you. I will still look forward to such a party.
Every day after school, my happiest thing is to chat with my father. Tick-tock, tick-tock, it's dad calling me. I put down my pen and rushed to the computer. Suddenly, I saw my familiar face, dark and chubby, and my eyes narrowed with laughter. Son, are you happy today? Happy! Did physical education class play basketball? I also scored a few goals! Did grandma buy your favorite shrimp? Salted shrimp, of course! I never get tired of hearing these words.
This is the Spring Festival, and I can see my father. I followed my mother to meet my father at the airport. When I see a familiar figure, I always run to him first, and then hug his neck and refuse to let go.
When my father is around, he always indulges me. My mother often said that my father at that time was not like a serious father, but more like a much older brother than me. He will take me rolling on the lawn and even play computer games with me. I once proudly told my friends that my father was a warrior in the world, of course, in my favorite computer game "Dragon". When I finish my homework on time, my father will say to me: son, play games with my father! Because dad thinks moderate computer games can develop intelligence. So every time our father and son can always escape the harsh eyes of our mother and start our Jianghu career. In the game, I am a newborn calf, and my experienced father is already a hero admired by many people. Under his guidance, I grew up step by step. Father and son practice martial arts together and sometimes help the weak together. Gradually, I began to understand that my father was actually accompanying me to grow up in another way. Although he can't stay with me all the time, he still hopes that I can feel his love and care. And every experience in the game, my father is teaching me how to be a kind and strong person. I am so happy to grow up beside my mother and fly in my father's heart.
A Bright Day Composition 4 "Grandma, I want that!" "Ok, grandma will buy it for you." An old woman is holding a little girl's hand by the roadside. How are your grandparents who are far away from home?
My parents didn't have time to take care of me when I was a child. I grew up in my hometown. My grandparents' yard is not big, but it has always been a "paradise" in my memory, where I have too many memories. ...
A big cupboard in the kitchen.
When I was a child, I was short and thin, just like a "thin monkey". Grandma always thinks that I am greedy and don't want to eat too many snacks, which is why I am so thin. So she repeatedly told me that if I ate snacks again, she would hit me. But every time she goes out, she always brings a big bag of colorful snacks back and puts them in a big, tall red lacquer wood cabinet in the kitchen. I remember that once there were guests at home, and my grandparents chatted with them in the living room. As for me, I quietly opened the door of the wooden cabinet. There are all kinds of snacks in the cupboard, many of which can't even be named. I can't wait to go into the cupboard, close the door and open the snacks. I ate this and grabbed it, like a big mouse falling into the granary. I don't know how long it took, but grandma found me missing and looked for me everywhere in the yard in a hurry. I heard my grandmother calling my name, so I simply stopped eating and hid in the cupboard, thinking that I was so powerful that you would never find me. Maybe I was so proud that I accidentally kicked down a big bottle of drinks. Grandma followed the voice and opened the cupboard door, and she saw that I was pregnant, and snacks were everywhere on my hands and mouth. I couldn't help laughing: "whose big mouse is this, who has come to steal my food!" " I couldn't help laughing.
The big banyan tree at the gate of the yard
There is a big banyan tree in front of my house, which has grown for decades. Its long branches and lush leaves are like a big green umbrella. Every summer night, grandpa always likes to move out a squeaky old rattan chair and lie under a big green umbrella to enjoy the cool. I will also move out a small wooden chair and sit next to my grandfather, holding a big cattail fan to drive away mosquitoes for him: "Grandpa, grandpa, tell me a story." Grandpa has no culture, but the story in his stomach seems endless. "Good, good. Once upon a time, there was a stingy rich man who hired many long-term workers but didn't pay them ... "
The story tells that leaves rustle and time flies. ...
Now I have grown up and left my hometown. But in my spare time, I still think: did grandma buy a lot of snacks and put them in the cupboard? Who is the story of the rich and the long-term workers told by Grandpa? I will also think of those shining days in the past.
We are good friends, aren't we? Spit out our hearts and feelings to each other. Every day, we two ordinary girls are spending our little happiness. Because of you, junior high school life has been shining in my heart for a long time.
At that time, before the 800-meter exam, you always accompanied me and ran around the playground after school. I'm not good at running. You always cheer me up. Originally boring and laborious running, driven by you, seems to have become a kind of enjoyment. The afterglow of the evening slanted on the playground, stretching our shadows very long. The day of the exam is coming.
We were ready to leave that day and hugged and said that we would refuel together. When the teacher announced that the person who got full marks in the last 800-meter exam could not run, you jumped up excitedly, but my eyes dimmed. All the promises are meaningless just because of the teacher's words. Standing on the starting line, the sun shines on the playground, which is very dazzling. I stood still and took a deep breath. At the teacher's command, I rushed out, but I ran at the end. Without your company, I lost my old motivation and followed at the end of the team. After running a lap, I had some difficulty breathing and my energy was exhausted, but I heard a familiar voice around me: "Come on, I'll accompany you." It is you! I did it with all my might. I turned my head and saw you running beside me. My eyes are full of expectation. You dragged me to run like hell, surpassing one after another. The sweat on your forehead is thick and bright. That should be the worst time. With you, everything is no longer gloomy, and everything becomes within reach. "Come on!" I gave a cry with all my strength. "Yes, you and I have to refuel, and the finish line is just ahead!" You should be flexible, so that I have enough courage to overcome difficulties, overcome setbacks and move forward bravely.
Everything was so smooth. At the end, I stopped to breathe loudly, and there was silence in my ears. There was no noise on the playground in an instant. I only see two words from the teacher's mouth, full marks.
You! You! You!
I hugged you happily. I know this is just the result of our joint efforts. The sunshine is no longer so dazzling, and my heart is so warm.
I will cherish the shining days we struggled together in my memory, and I will never forget the days when we worked side by side. I will take them to meet the first ray of sunshine in brighter days.
A shining day composition 6 scenery all the way, hard work all the way, sweat all the way. Looking back on the road, the time. There are many flashing moments.
I used to have no friends around me because I was a little introverted. Sometimes because the way home is the same, I will have the opportunity to build a bridge of friendship with my classmates. But because the teacher moved, those friendships would not last long.
It was not until the second day of junior high school that you transferred to our class and took the initiative to make friends with me that my side began to be full of joy.
I'm afraid of going to physical education class, not only because I'm not good at sports, but also because every time I go to physical education class for free activities, I can only stand alone in the shade like a wooden head, trying to blend in with the big trees and looking at the light spots sprinkled on the leaves, there is always unspeakable sadness. At that time, the joyful physical education class time in others' eyes turned into the time to stay in hell in my eyes.
But after you transferred to physical education class, I never felt this joy again.
I remember at that time, I was still leaning against the tree and counting the light spots on the ground. You ran behind me and whispered in my ear, "The light spot is my ... ghost appearance." I got goose bumps, for fear of being caught by the "ghost" behind me, and rushed forward quickly.
Looking back, I found it was you, and I began to complain that you scared me and you still played me. Later, I robbed the boys of their basketball. I threw a dozen, only one won, and you won as soon as you threw it.
Sometimes, physical education class wants to run. I don't think I can run. It is estimated that it will take another 2 minutes to run, so it looks sad. And you seem to be just the opposite, eager to try, and I can't help but feel a little sad.
Sure enough, I haven't run half a lap yet, and my legs don't seem to be my own. The more I run, the slower I run. When you found out my situation, you started to slow down and I accelerated, but I still couldn't make it.
But to my surprise, at the moment I caught up with you, you recovered your speed and pulled me forward.
My legs are completely unconscious, my throat is full of sweetness, and my head is a little dizzy. But under your pull, I happily ran the third from the bottom, and you were the fourth from the bottom. The teacher scolded you for dragging me, and you gave me a smile.
Suddenly, I feel that my world is full of brilliance.
Since then, with your company, everyone has become sparkling.
Bright Days Composition 7 Childhood life is like colorful pearls. After a long time, some things have faded or even forgotten, but there are always a few that shine like diamonds and are fresh in my memory.
I remember it was the first time I saw the sea. That morning, the rising sun shone on the earth, and my parents and I had been looking forward to this scene on the beach. Every grain of sand on the beach is so charming that it shines like a star in the sun. The cool sea breeze blowing in the midsummer morning makes me relaxed and happy.
I leaned against the rocks by the sea, reached out and gently lifted the water, closed my eyes and felt the beauty of all this. At this time, there was a sea breeze blowing and gently washing my legs. I suddenly opened my eyes, as if I saw a charming landscape painting: Chu Yang hung high in the sky, emitting thousands of golden lights, and the fine sand on the beach shone brightly, which was very eye-catching; From a distance, water and the sky are the same, and it is impossible to tell which is the sky and which is the water. The sea is endless. The blue sea is full of sea flowers, and occasionally boats pass by in the distance. "The sea is so big! I can't help but admire.
At this time, I suddenly remembered some famous sentences, such as "All rivers run into the sea, with great tolerance" and "The sea is wide and the sky is high and birds fly". Isn't this the truth of the sea? How big is the sea? Isn't it because it embraces all rivers that its mind is broad? Its ambition is so great, isn't it an example for us to learn?
I was shocked and thought of myself: someone accidentally broke my marker, and I flew into a rage and urged her to pay for it; Someone borrowed my notebook and forgot to return it, so I taught him a lesson ... compared with the sea, I am really far behind! Haggle over every ounce, forget tolerance, and lose the foundation of tolerance and understanding.
Isn't it rare in society to tolerate others? Some people cook in a restaurant, and if others accidentally knock over his bowl, they will get a scolding; If someone loses his keys while buying food, he will ask the shopkeeper for compensation, and he will make a hullabaloo about to let others know that the shopkeeper is wicked ... Isn't this a typical example of intolerance between people?
Looking at the broad mind of the sea, I deeply realize that if people's hearts are like the sea, the world will be full of sunshine!
This time, I not only understood the broad mind of the sea, but also realized the philosophy of life. This feeling made me deeply moved on this sunny day, and it became my enlightenment lamp, guiding my life course!
Looking at the light blue sky, I can't help reaching out to catch the rushing clouds. "Things are packed, let's go", so we put on our straw hats and ran to the river outside the village.
A burst of cicadas sang one after another, and we ran on the ridge path. Occasionally, a few birds fly in the sky, and pebbles on the road fly back. In this windless valley, the grass seems to be still, and only we are still running, running in the cicadas on both sides of the ridge.
My foot fell unsteadily and I sat on the ridge. He smiled at my dusty face. After pulling me up, we continued to run towards the river outside the village. The uneven road on the ridge seems to be much flatter.
The summer sky is far and near, and the clouds in the windless valley are probably still. Even the cicadas are condensed, and only when we are tired of running, we sit on the ridge and rest. Dragonflies with water almost stand on the water like stone statues, and there is no ripple on the calm water.
After sitting for a while, we played in the river again. The waves danced wildly in the river, and even the air on the river became crystal clear, wetting the grass on both sides. Drops flying from one side to the other moistened the hot summer and our tanned cheeks.
Tired of water fights, I caught fish in the river. The little fish crept out of the cracks in the stone, so I waved my fish bag hard-but I caught nothing. The stirred mud made the water under my feet turbid. At this moment, he smiled again. It turned out that he caught a small fish. He put the fish in a small bucket and swam slowly.
At dusk, the sky becomes very low and it looks like rain. We put the small fish in the bucket back into the river, and it disappeared motionless.
On the way back, cicadas stopped at the edge of the ridge, and heavy thunder was brewing in the sultry air, so we ran faster.
I haven't run halfway, and I've become a chicken. Looking at each other's embarrassment, we smiled and continued to run back. It's late at night, and we are still sitting around the fire chatting with great interest. Our faces are all excited and happy, and the happy time will never last long.
The next day, the sun rose as usual. I don't know what we will play, but no matter what we play, time is always quiet and slow in this quiet little village.
Today, a few years later, the pale blue sky is still pale, and it stretches to its original place again. The hurried cloud flow has naturally gone away. Even in the hot summer, it is inevitable to move forward in the wave of time. Even a still fish will slip away in an instant, let alone a happy time. It's just that it still shines indelibly in my memory, with my best childhood partner. It was a sunny day, a summer in memory.