Mom's love Love Love is like the warm wind in the spring, blowing your heart; mother's love is like a gentle rain, gently patting your face, moisturizing your heart; mother's love is like a winter fireplace, giving you in the winter to create a warm heart of sunshine.
I remember when I was little, one winter, the weather was very cold. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was a very cold day.
But my mom wouldn't let me go out to play and told me to stay at home for fear of freezing and catching a cold. But disobedient I took the time when my mother was busy to sneak out, as a result, to the early hours of the night, I started a high fever, my mother was terrified, you said that my father is not there, only I and my mother two people, but also met such a thing, what to do? Mom immediately rushed to the hospital with me in her arms.
The road was dark, I was scared and shouted mom, mom said: "Lulu, don't be afraid, lying on mom's back, it's here."
To the hospital's emergency room, see the doctor, the doctor gave me a temperature, a look, a high fever of 41 degrees Celsius, the doctor said to my mother: "How is this mother when you? The doctor said to my mother, "What kind of mother are you? Why did you bring my child in when he was so feverish? He must be hospitalized. Hurry up and do the hospitalization procedure!" Mom just silently said, "Uh-huh."
But mother's love also has harsh times, in my studies, mom never relax. It was in the first semester of fifth grade when I scored 76 points on my English test.
When I was apprehensive to hand over the paper to my mother, she saw the score, not a word with me, a person went to the bedroom, "squeak -" a sound, closed the door. I really can't help it, went into the bedroom, stood in front of my mom crying and said: "Mom, you hit me! You hit me! It is I do not listen, I will study well in the future."
Mom said with tears in her eyes: "Lulu, mom does not hit you, but you have to remember, in the future you want to excel, do a contribution to the country, you must be down-to-earth, one step at a time, from now on, study hard! Mother's love is the greatest kind of love. Children are the mother with their own love watering flowers and plants, children's growth is inseparable from the mother's every drop of love.
Mother, a lifetime of children escort, silent behind the children for children to guide the direction. The mother's love for us is what we can repay? As: "Who said inch grass heart, to get three spring sunshine."
Great Mother's Love As the saying goes, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering child ------" Mother's love is great. From the moment you were born, God sent you an angel who will always be by your side, her name is mom.
When I was in first grade, my father worked in the field, and my mother worked as a classroom teacher in a middle school, and she was busy at work and often came home late. But her love for me did not diminish at all.
I remember that it was a night when the sky fell "silver beans", I was at home to recuperate because of a cold. Mom was still in the classroom to the students, but at this time, I suddenly started a high fever, forehead hot.
And mom also happened to drag the tired body back home, saw me start a high fever, and rushed to carry me to the outside, the street, a pedestrian is not, a car is not, only mom's thin figure in the rain shuttle. A cold wind blew, I sneezed, mom seemed to notice something.
She took me in her arms and wrapped me in her furry coat. Then, sprinting again, she headed for the hospital.
When we got to the hospital, my mom didn't even take a breath, so she carried me to register, get a shot, and get an infusion. When the injection, I have been crying, so my mother took my hand, leaned over my ear and whispered to me, "Good daughter, don't cry, mom will always be by your side."
At that time, listening to these words, my body seemed to be filled with strength all of a sudden. When I was losing fluids, my mom was by my side day and night.
I was hungry, she fed me, I wanted to sleep, she told me stories. I had a **** infusion for two days and two nights, and my mom stayed with me for two days and two nights.
I got well and gained weight, but my mom's eyes were red with dark circles and she lost a lot of weight. I will definitely study hard in the future to repay my mom with excellent grades.
Father's love is like a mountain My father looks like a dull person, he usually do not smile, serious and scary, in my memory, he seems to have not hugged me, did not give me a word of warmth, for a long time, I thought that my father did not like me at all, and every time I saw him, I was a little inexplicable "fear". I thought my father didn't like me at all, and every time I saw him, I was somehow "afraid". Perhaps seeing the rawness of our father-son relationship, mom told me a few things, opened the floodgates of my memory.
Mom told me, when I was born, mom in the operating room, dad anxiously waiting outside the door, but also kept walking around, when the news that the mother and child are safe, he jumped up and down, and rushed to buy some sweets and melon seeds sent to see everyone. Dad couldn't control his feelings, and I don't know how many times he walked down the hallway and let the tears of happiness flow.
And when I was six or seven years old, in a night, mom on the night shift, dad took me to play in the stadium has just been built, when the lights on the square has not been installed, but to fitness people are very much, I went to the side of the stadium as a stringed arrow rushed into the sea of people, dad shouted at the back of me, I pretend not to hear for fear of him to restrict my freedom. When I played to my heart's content for a while, only to find that my father is not by my side, all of a sudden I felt a little afraid, knowing that the trouble has broken into a big, but also worried about bad people, I do not dare to call out to my father, I forced the fear of groping to run back home, to the home, my father has not come back, and I know that my father must be looking for me in all directions, I would sit in a dark corner of the building hole.
I don't know how much time has passed, only to see my father limping with his shoes, full of anxiety, I thought: this time the grumpy father will certainly beat me severely. Dad saw me, but gently picked me up, said to me in a hoarse voice: "in the future to go out to play, do not run so fast, adults shouting at you, you have to say yes immediately, got it?" I nodded, my father put me down when I realized that my father's feet flowed a lot of blood, I know in order to find me, my father dragged an injured leg do not know how many roads, but also wear out the feet.
Now that I think about it, I realize that my father also loves me y, but he buried his love in the bottom of his heart. The first thing I've learned is that my father's love for me is so strong that I've grown up with it.
Father's love is like a mountain A long time ago, I wanted to write an article for my father, but I didn't get around to it.
2. Look at the picture to write an essay (300 words)Mom's love Love Love is like the warm wind in the spring, blowing your heart; mother's love is like a gentle rain, gently patting your face, moisturizing your heart; mother's love is like a winter stove, giving you in the winter to create a warm hearted sun.
I remember when I was little, one winter, the weather was very cold. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was a very cold one.
But my mom wouldn't let me go out to play and told me to stay at home for fear of freezing and catching a cold. But disobedient I took the time when my mother was busy to sneak out, as a result, to the early hours of the night, I started a high fever, my mother was terrified, you said that my father is not there, only I and my mother two people, but also met such a thing, what to do? Mom immediately rushed to the hospital with me in her arms.
The road was dark, I was scared and shouted mom, mom said: "Lulu, don't be afraid, lying on mom's back, it's here."
To the hospital's emergency room, see the doctor, the doctor gave me a temperature, a look, a high fever of 41 degrees Celsius, the doctor said to my mother: "How is this mother when you? The doctor said to my mother, "What kind of mother are you? Why did you bring my child in when he was so feverish? He must be hospitalized. Hurry up and do the hospitalization procedure!" Mom just said quietly, "Uh-huh."
But there are times when a mother's love is harsh, and in my studies, my mom never relaxed. It was in the first semester of fifth grade when I scored 76 points on my English test.
When I was apprehensive to hand over the paper to my mother, she saw the score, not a word with me, a person went to the bedroom, "squeak -" a sound, closed the door. I really can't help it, went into the bedroom, stood in front of my mom crying and said: "Mom, you hit me! You hit me! It is I do not listen, I will study well in the future."
Mom said with tears in her eyes: "Lulu, mom does not hit you, but you have to remember, in the future you want to excel, do a contribution to the country, you must be down-to-earth, one step at a time, from now on, study hard! Mother's love is the greatest kind of love. Children are the mother with their own love watering flowers and plants, children's growth is inseparable from the mother's every drop of love.
Mother, a lifetime of children escort, silent behind the children for children to guide the direction. The mother's love for us is what we can repay? As: "Who said inch grass heart, to get three spring sunshine."
Great Mother's Love As the saying goes, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering child ------" Mother's love is great. From the moment you were born, God sent you an angel who will always be by your side, her name is mom.
When I was in first grade, my father worked in the field, and my mother worked as a classroom teacher in a middle school, and she was busy at work and often came home late. But her love for me did not diminish at all.
I remember that it was a night when the sky fell "silver beans", I was at home to recuperate because of a cold. Mom was still in the classroom to the students, but at this time, I suddenly started a high fever, forehead hot.
And mom also happened to drag the tired body back home, saw me start a high fever, and rushed to carry me to the outside, the street, a pedestrian is not, a car is not, only mom's thin figure in the rain shuttle. A cold wind blew, I sneezed, mom seemed to notice something.
She took me in her arms and wrapped me in her furry coat. Then, sprinting again, she headed for the hospital.
When we got to the hospital, my mom didn't even take a breath, so she carried me to register, get a shot, and get an infusion. When the injection, I have been crying, so my mother took my hand, leaned over my ear and whispered to me, "Good daughter, don't cry, mom will always be by your side."
At that time, listening to these words, my body seemed to be filled with strength all of a sudden. When I was losing fluids, my mom was by my side day and night.
I was hungry, she fed me, I wanted to sleep, she told me stories. I had a **** infusion for two days and two nights, and my mom stayed with me for two days and two nights.
I got well and gained weight, but my mom's eyes were red with dark circles and she lost a lot of weight. I will definitely study hard in the future to repay my mom with excellent grades.
Father's love is like a mountain My father looks like a dull person, he usually do not smile, serious and scary, in my memory, he seems to have not hugged me, did not give me a word of warmth, for a long time, I thought that my father did not like me at all, and every time I saw him, I was a little inexplicable "fear". I thought my father didn't like me at all, and every time I saw him, I was somehow "afraid". Perhaps seeing the rawness of our father-son relationship, mom told me a few things, opened the floodgates of my memory.
Mom told me, when I was born, mom in the operating room, dad anxiously waiting outside the door, but also kept walking around, when the news that the mother and child are safe, he jumped up and down, and rushed to buy some sweets and melon seeds sent to see everyone. Dad couldn't control his feelings, and I don't know how many times he walked down the hallway and let the tears of happiness flow.
And when I was six or seven years old, in a night, mom on the night shift, dad took me to play in the stadium has just been built, when the lights on the square has not been installed, but to fitness people are very much, I went to the side of the stadium as a stringed arrow rushed into the sea of people, dad shouted at the back of me, I pretend not to hear for fear of him to restrict my freedom. When I played to my heart's content for a while, only to find that my father is not by my side, all of a sudden I felt a little afraid, knowing that the trouble has broken into a big, but also worried about bad people, I do not dare to call out to my father, I forced the fear of groping to run back home, to the home, my father has not come back, and I know that my father must be looking for me in all directions, I would sit in a dark corner of the building hole.
I don't know how much time has passed, only to see my father limping with his shoes, full of anxiety, I thought: this time the grumpy father will certainly beat me severely. Dad saw me, but gently picked me up, said to me in a hoarse voice: "in the future to go out to play, do not run so fast, adults shouting at you, you have to say yes immediately, got it?" I nodded, my father put me down when I realized that my father's feet flowed a lot of blood, I know in order to find me, my father dragged an injured leg do not know how many roads, but also wear out the feet.
Now that I think about it, I realize that my father also loves me y, but he buried his love in the bottom of his heart. The first thing I've learned is that my father's love for me is so strong that I've grown up with it.
Father's love is like a mountain A long time ago, I wanted to write an article for my father, but I didn't get around to it.
3. Look at the photos or pictures to write an essayNalati grassland located in Xinyuan County, Ili Kazakh Autonomous Prefecture, is one of the world's four major grasslands in the subalpine meadow plantation, since ancient times it is a famous pasture, where streams exchange, rivers and streams across the river, the clear springs gushing, spruce dense, flowers bloom, grass like Yin, the wind is gentle, pastoral song is raised.
Let people can not help but think of an ancient poem: overlapping mountains, curved ring ring road. The spring is a ding-dong-dong spring, and the trees are high and low.
Every year after June, the herders of the grassland event held here, beautiful grassland scenery and local Kazakh folk customs combined together, so that the Narathi grasslands become a famous tourist tourist resort in Xinjiang. Sunshine access to the place in the Silk Road North Road of the Ili Valley, there is a piece of grassland, archaeological discoveries, the birthplace of the Eurasian steppe civilization is here ...... Han Dynasty to open up the Western Regions of the record is the Deer Park, extends to the "Western Regions of the Waterway Records," said that the land "a number of springs springs, gatherer into the river, the land of the deer, the proverbial circle of deer. ."
Since the high bird's-eye view, the grassland show slow undulation, felt room point, the herd of clouds to move. The Qing Dynasty to Naratiduo translated as Narat (Wei language, the meaning of the sun).
Here, someone full of suspicion to cover the camera lens, said: "I do not believe that Tianshan June Snow - flowers bloom so brilliantly." I laughed, only experienced, will understand the rich beauty and fickleness of Narathi.
The grassland is an extreme, the grassland is a green sea, there are also undulating waves. The felt bags are the colorful sails in the waves, and the sheep and horses are the waves that roll up.
The coast is a continuous mountain peaks, high spruce fir, columns into teams, rows out of rows, standing proudly on the cliffs, guarding this grassland. "Ring of fat and thin" of the grassland blue sky and white clouds, deep green mountains, green grass, clear river in your eyes, there are distant snow, there are near the flowers, there is fresh air, there are birds chirping, white clouds of sheep, purple lavender dyed prairie flowers, and the snow-white Kazakh felt houses, the leisurely The horses, cows and sheep, or pacing, or drinking water, embellished this peaceful world.
"The grassland, the dream of Nalat, will make people fascinated by the soul, it is in the glittering sunshine like a note, there is a kind of inexplicable power, tempting you to close to her, follow her, but always feel her steps. You must hold a burnt heart, patiently searching, crossing a river, the silent flow of the river through a forest, the pine waves echoed, as if thousands of knights marching like a majestic.
In front of the Chulut Mountain stood calmly, when you follow the thousands of knights to the top of the mountain, in front of the eyes of the Nalati grassland spreading river valley peaks high and steep, deep gorges across, forests lush, grassland stretch, will absolutely make you surprised! Nalati in June, is at the "flowering", emerald-like assault, so you do not dream will sleepwalking once. Full of vitality of the grassland, tender green grass color, a piece of new green together, sunny weather, walk among them, that early morning flowers and grass leaves on the last drop of dew, will always make your blood boil, can not help but sing: "East side of the herd, the west side of the goats, hot love song to the daybreak! At this point, suddenly the wind rolled a group of dark clouds rolled, you do not have to be surprised, Narathi is so, she will not go and who's state of mind.
Instantly a large mass of dark clouds rolled down, rain crackling down. There is no place to hide people will look up and see, tumbling clouds in an instant crack a slit, sunlight swish inserted into the cloud gap, straight down, light columns of clouds in the rapid rain through the bright and sharp, a rainbow leap across the sky, only a few minutes of work, the clouds swish ran away without a trace.
In the prairie sunshine, the sky is still infinitely high and incomparably blue; white clouds are still light and slow, the herdsmen's felt room floats out of the thick fragrance of milk, cooked shepherd's dream is incomparably mellow and sweet. Picturesque home If you use color to summarize the Nalati, that is, "sea and sky turquoise" to attack people.
The turquoise grassland covered the earth, along the valleys, along the riverbanks, along the forests, along the plateau has been spread to the sky, is the green Gobi, is the green desert, is the green sea, is the grassland empire hula hunter flags, but also the green melody of the 10,000 horses galloping ...... in the eyes of the sheep and cows, grassland is their lifeline, tolerance, Humility, honesty, generosity, simplicity, amiability, hard work, endurance, simplicity is the character of grass. Snow kissed the blue sky, fog around the pine forest, mountain range, blue grass and wind, birds and butterflies, cattle and sheep leisurely, with the rivers and springs for the jade pendant, Phi Xue Ling spruce for the neon dress of the kind of goodness and beauty of the mood, that part of the soul of the deep shock, only in the grasslands of Nalati in this home of the soul can be retrieved.
Prairie sunset, forest sunrise, mountain flower romance, the sky horse gallop, is the former grassland empire nomadic court is located, is the epitome of the south of the plug, is the snow lotus hometown of the legend of the winter fairy tale began. The good times are always short-lived, and soon the sky becomes a dark blue canvas covered with stars.
However, the night in Narathi is even more mesmerizing than the day. Around the bright bonfire, led by the old shaman, we danced the passionate Kazakh traditional tap dance, the modern and stylish cross step, and the noble and elegant minuet.
Regardless of whether the dance is beautiful, standard or not, we are unrestrained, free and easy, dancing, dancing away from all the life in the less than ideal, dancing away from all the clouds in the heart. This is Nalati, you have come, you will feel it strange and beautiful world, this deep boudoir Jasper, poetry home of all just started! Comments (0) 951.
4. How to write the beginning and end of a photo writing essayThe beginning of the skill 1: skillful use of rhetoric, wonderful writing.
The use of metaphors, analogies, anthropomorphisms, questions and other rhetorical devices, can make the beginning of the article vivid image, full of momentum, scenarios, such as picturesque.
Skill 3: clever suspense, lead to the topic. People have curiosity, love to read literature, especially so, when you are in the beginning of the article, set up a lot of curiosity can provoke people's suspense, your article has undoubtedly been a big part of the success.
That is: in the beginning to arouse the curiosity of the reader's doubts.
Technique two echo the end of the end and the beginning to echo, write both echo the beginning, but not simply repeat the statement, this way of ending is very common in all types of articles to close the method. Skills three chapter of this ending, that is, at the end of the article, the content of the whole text as a basis for the use of simple language, the theme of the idea clearly expressed, or in the full text is about to brake the end of the writing of the purpose of the clear, so this method of ending, also known as the "dragon point clear type".
Technique 4 famous words and warnings with famous words, warnings, poems, intended to draw the article, revealing some of the true meaning of life. Tip five lyrical style with lyrical way to close the article, can express the author's feelings, provoke the reader's emotional waves, cause the reader's **** Ming, has a strong artistic infectious force.
The most important thing to do is to use your imagination and not to stick to the situation.
5. 300 words of his own photo essayOnce, the photo is a record of our growing face of a piece of paper, the shooting is always keep smiling, in the middle of the rule of one or a few people. Nowadays, photos have become a network signal to record our good memories. We can look at the photos anytime and anywhere, without the fading and whitening of the photos due to the baptism of the years. Looking at our own photos, we can remember how we were in those years and months, what kind of attitude we had, and what kind of mood we had, and compared to them, we will always lament that we have changed so much, grown so much, and experienced so much. We can also see the traces left by the years on our bodies in the photos, and they are so clear and obvious. Or rather, photos are the best witnesses to let ourselves remember ourselves and reflect on ourselves .
6. Photos in the Heart Essay 600 WordsHow long has it been since you opened that photo album? Half a year, a year, or even longer, dusted off the cover of that layer of light gray, turned, is the memory of the color of the raised. On the old photos, floating traces of the years. From those yellowed pages of the album, wafting out a wisp of laughter seven years ago, ten years ago, warm golden sunshine, white pony-like time, stale flavor. Look at this old photo. Is the little girl with little hair, deep black eyes, and a white poncho really me? I'm in a stadium that hasn't been remodeled yet. Even though I was wearing a knee-length skirt, the mischievous and playful me still disregarded the "ladylike image" and grabbed the rusty double bar in the stadium with my chubby fingers, and did the not-so-standard "pull-ups", with my legs looking like they were stomping in the air. When I look at this photo, I can easily shake out the small fragments of my childhood. I remember my dad telling me that when I was a kid, my parents used to take me to the stadium because it was nearby. There were a lot of fitness equipment in the stadium, but I was a "wearing a skirt to learn to shoot baskets" brat, as soon as I got to the stadium, I would climb up and down around the sports equipment that was taller than me. At that time, my parents would always be quietly watching from the side, occasionally catching a few shots, holding up the camera "click" for a close-up. Counting, one, two, three ...... album has a lot of photos are about the early childhood, the stadium planted in the laughter. Come to think of it, I was just five or six years old then! Fingertips toggle a page, thoughts shuttle in a period of time, that familiar smile picks up the memory of the drop instantly gathered into the ocean. The old photo of my father sitting in a chair idly reading a book; the old photo of my mother, sitting in the park under the winter sunshine on the wheat and gold lawn; the old photo of me, wearing a pink in the seaside carefree play ...... every old photo, is a witness, witness the sun and moon, the stars, the unchanging memories of the warmth.
Albums "this thing, I think for everyone, is not strange, right? It records many of our childhood fun, but also records some painful things. But whether it is painful, or happy, interesting ...... those photos are worth remembering, although not very sweet. The old photos are floating with the traces of the years. From those yellowed album pages, floating out a wisp of laughter seven years ago, ten years ago warm golden sunshine, white pony-like time, stale flavor.
7. to "photos" as the topic of writing an articleYou can write memories.
You can write about a memory. Say you went through a drawer one day and found a photo, either one or many.
Then you think about the past, such as when you were a child and who had a good friendship with who, how is it now, what is the difference between these more on the article. When writing, pay more attention to the details, choose to write things do not have to be very big, choose a more impressive details, very carefully describe it. Finally, return to the photo in front of you and write about your feelings and thoughts.
Or write about mom and dad's previous photos.
I looked at your profile, you are from Shenzhen, you can write you you turn up a photo, is mom and dad in Shenzhen before the photo, and then you are very curious, go to ask your mom about this photo. Write about your mom telling you about the past and the hardships of the past that led to such a happy day. Then write about what you associate with what you are doing now (can be appropriate to imagine), the realization that you have to cherish life, and finally sublimation theme can be.
When you write, you have to hold on to the word photo, throughout the text.
You can also write a photo of one of your basketball games. Suddenly you remember how you got hooked on basketball at that time, and what conditions made you have a strong interest in it, and the efforts you put in to play it well. In the end, it summarizes the situation by saying that when you encounter any setbacks, you will be reminded of your perseverance in basketball when you see this photo, and you will stick to it.
I hope it can help you ...... go for it!