Her excellent composition 1 Children in the city are not as good as those in the country. Do not believe you will sigh after reading this story!
On a hot afternoon, Xiaoli's (pseudonym) neighbor accidentally broke the dividing line between her home and her home. Xiaoli's father makes it easier for her neighbors to quarrel. In a hurry, the neighbor grabbed a kitchen knife and broke Xiaoli's father's head with the back of the knife. Dad fell in a pool of blood. After timely treatment by the hospital, my father came back to life, but he was not a vegetable.
In order to earn more money to support her daughter and husband, my mother went to work in other places. When she left, she said to Xiaoli, who was only in the second day of junior high school, "Son, take care of your father. I'm leaving. " Two people embrace together, this is the child's farewell to his mother.
From then on, the little girl took on all the responsibilities of the family and went up the mountain to cut wood and grass every day after school. After returning home, I cook, wash clothes, feed pigs and feed my father. Just eat a steamed bun and do your homework.
One night, it was windy, rainy and thundering outside. The little girl ran to her father in horror, shaking her body hard and crying, "Dad, wake up, wake up, I'm afraid …" At this moment, her father seemed to hear her daughter's voice and miraculously opened her eyes. The little girl ran around the room excitedly and shouted loudly. He is determined to save his father.
After finishing her homework every day, she plays with her father, either reciting articles for him or playing with him. "Pull the saw, pull the saw ..." Dad actually smiled gently, which made Xiaoli feel that she had pulled her father back a little.
Later, she paid more attention to her father and washed his quilt and trousers. Once she caught a cold and kept moaning, and was found by her neighbors and rushed to the hospital. She actually burned to 40 degrees.
The Spring Festival is coming this year, and my mother came back. She found that her husband's upper body can move freely, which is all thanks to her daughter. It's just that dad's intelligence is similar to that of a two-year-old child.
A seven-year-old girl pulled her father back from the brink of death regardless of her health. She is so brave and capable. If you think you are capable, compare yourself with her. Would you still say that?
When I heard the news that she was in the top ten of her grade, I couldn't help being surprised. When exactly speaking, two figures walked side by side, which opened such a long distance.
Walking in the street with her, the sun shone on them through the leaves overhead. "How did you ... how did you do in this exam?" It seems to be mentioned by accident, and the tone is mixed with a little tension. "Just so-so, just the fifth in the class." Fifth, the grade ranking should be ... not too high. Taking a deep breath secretly, I asked again, "How many levels are there?" The voice trembled slightly. "No more, no less, just tenth." She smiled at me. "What about you?" "I ..." A bitter smile spread around my mouth. After all, I still can't compete with her ... "Not as good as you, fifteen." I tried my best to hide my inner loss and said it in a plain tone. "That's not bad. You and I are only five places short. " I smiled, but I clearly knew the gap between me and her. I looked at the person who had been with me for eight years, looked at my best friend in front of me, and remembered her who had chased me. Now it has become my goal, and my heart is mixed with happiness and bitterness. ...
I was silent, and she didn't speak again. We continued to walk, but the atmosphere gradually became depressed.
"You know, I really envy you." I suddenly heard her voice. "How is it possible, you ... are in the top ten, which is awesome." I looked at her in disbelief. She didn't speak, just stared at me, her dark eyes seemed to be able to see through my heart. For a long time, she sighed, "Your talent is stronger than mine, but you are too lazy and don't work hard enough." Lazy? I frowned and tried to find evidence of my hard work in my mind. After some searching, I found nothing.
Lazy, is this the gap between me and her? Therefore, she is always better than me, or rather, she always works harder than me. Remember, remember, don't be so decadent. I secretly told myself.
There is no one in the silent classroom. At the same time, in different classrooms, two figures with dreams are trying to write.
There are many people in my life who deserve my thanks, including teachers, fathers and grandfathers ... But the first thing I should thank is my mother.
In the nine years since I was born, my mother has been caring for a "seedling", weeding, watering and killing insects ... For my healthy growth, she doesn't know how much suffering she has suffered and how many nights she has stayed up. She has no formal job. She makes a living by working. There are no holidays and sundays. At work, she stood in the shop for more than ten hours. Every day when she comes home from work, her calves are swollen, but she still drags her tired body to make me all kinds of delicious food to increase nutrition. She scrimped and saved. She has been reluctant to buy new clothes for several years, but she dresses me up like a "little princess" ... whenever I do something wrong, she always educates me seriously, inspires me and makes me understand a lot of truth.
What makes me unforgettable is that whenever I get sick or have an accident, my mother always appears in front of me for the first time and stays at my bedside all night. I remember once, I was playing fitness equipment in the square. I'm not doing nothing. There was a plastic thing in front of me, and it suddenly made my forehead bleed. I was in tears. My mother immediately ran over, picked me up and ran to the hospital. On the way, my mother comforted me as she ran: "Don't be afraid to be with my mother." When I got to the hospital, my mother was sweating all over her head, and she was too tired to breathe. She gave me a hug and went straight to the operating room. The doctor cleans the wound with alcohol first, and it hurts more when the wound touches alcohol. I cried even more sadly. My mother hugged me and encouraged me: "My baby is the bravest and strongest, and will be fine soon." Under the careful care of my mother, my wound healed in a few days.
"Only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like babies …" Motherly love is as warm as winter sunshine; Motherly love is a big tree, which helps us shelter from the wind and rain; Motherly love is the "moist and silent" spring rain, which makes me thrive; Motherly love is the sea, selfless and broad. "But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays", and my mother's kindness could not be repaid. I will study hard, repay my mother's kindness with excellent results, and thank her for her love.
Her excellent composition 4 Grandma cares about me very much. For example, when I was sick, she always took care of me in every possible way. I cried sadly, and grandma also shed tears with distress. My grandmother will give me a present on my birthday.
No, grandma's birthday is coming. Grandma loves me so much. Every year on my birthday, she will buy me a beautiful birthday present. I have a good time on every birthday, but grandma doesn't spend much time on it. It's so unfair! So I'm going to hold a happy birthday party for grandma!
I asked my father to order a big cake at the cake shop and my mother to take my grandmother to the mall. Finally, it's my turn! I posted five words in the living room, oh, no, six words: Happy birthday to grandma. I put a lot of balloons on the outside of the words, and put them in hearts to represent my love for my grandmother. I also made a birthday card for my grandmother with great care.
Now we just need one last step, please bring our birthday girl!
Grandma came in and saw the heart-shaped balloon on the opposite wall, wishing her a happy birthday. Her mouth slowly lifted, her eyes smiled into a crack, and the wrinkles on her face gathered like a blooming chrysanthemum.
I gave my grandmother the big cake I prepared and the birthday card I made. Everyone took out their own birthday presents for her. Grandma was so excited that she couldn't speak. She stayed for two minutes, her eyes were red, and she repeatedly said, Thank you, thank you!
I smiled happily, and so did my grandmother. She strode over and hugged my face and kissed me hard, praising me: Good granddaughter, so sensible, thank you. I can see that grandma is very happy. We cooked a table of food and lit candles. Grandma made a wish and blew out the candle.
Grandma was very moved because I gave her a big surprise.
I have a classmate who makes me big. She sat behind me, plain, with a pair of glasses on her high nose. I don't know how many questions she has in her mouth.
In math class, the teacher asked us to do the problems in the matching exercise book. She called me once later. Hey, how to do this problem? How much is this question? What is the first question? God, this question is so annoying that I can't think.
After class, I just wanted to stretch my muscles, but I was interrupted by a hurried voice. I turned impatiently and said, what's the matter? Not all the classes have been finished. She said, I don't have a cup. Can I have some water? I turned her down without thinking. How to use the cup? As a result, she asked me for water in class and after class, and she kept grinding me for two classes! After class, she came again. I can't take it anymore. I handed her the cup before she could speak. She is very rude. She picked up the cup and handled it like a tiger. She drank it all at once and handed me the empty cup with satisfaction. I immediately flew into a rage: did you drink all the water I just received? She said casually, nothing. I'll pick you up after class. I told her to go at once, and she picked up the cup and staggered to the water place. There is a sea of people, there is no gap at all, and she doesn't even want to squeeze! She was so surprised that she could put an egg in her mouth that she had to go back to the classroom. She was embarrassed to tell me that it was the rush hour. I will call you next time. With that, she ran away.
This is the classmate who makes my head big, alas! There's nothing I can do about her.
Her excellent composition 6 is a bunch of white jasmine flowers in front of me, emitting a faint fragrance. Seeing it, my thoughts seem to be brought back to the past by this jasmine flower. This is a flower planted and cared for by my grandmother, and it says deep love. When I saw it, I thought of my grandmother.
Grandma likes flowers, especially jasmine. When grandma picked up a delicate seedling, she appreciated it again and again with her unique eyes; When she gently and carefully cultivated, watered and destroyed the seedlings, she had already integrated into that great love. Those rough and soft hands always gently pick up the lost petals, leaving a fragrance. I remember once when it was windy outside, my grandmother labored to carry the flowers home step by step. I was young and ignorant, and picked many petals to play with. My grandmother was very angry and taught me a lesson. Later, grandma seemed to say something to Molly. In retrospect, is it an apology? Must be a unique love for flowers!
Grandma loves me. I remember that winter night, I had a high fever, which worried my grandmother. To make me sweat, grandma braved the heavy snow to get coal. I can imagine grandma's eager and stumbling back in the snow. When grandma comes back, her hands are black or purple. I can't remember, but I will always remember the burning temperature of the coal stove in my room.
Grandma cares about everyone in her life. Always smiling, that pure and sincere love infected everyone. When you are short of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, you will hear grandma's voice: "Take it, it's nothing." Any child who is sick will get grandma's care and care, "bring it here, I'll watch it, you go to see a doctor!" " "More importantly, she chats with the old people nearby to distract the loneliness of those old people. In grandma's heart, no one hates her. She always tells her children not to always think about what others should give you! Only when I grew up did I know that grandma's love was selfless and did not ask for anything in return.
One Sunday afternoon, I made an appointment with Li Hua to play table tennis.
But I waited until it was dark, and Li Hua didn't come to see me. The next day, I was so angry that I ignored her. She kept asking me what was going on, but I ignored her. On the third day, when I went to play, I heard a child there tell others that Li Hua helped a child find his mother the day before yesterday. Only then did I know that Li Hua met a child squatting in the corner crying on her way to my house. She ran over and asked why. It turned out that the child couldn't find his mother and was crying there. Li Hua and the children are looking for their mother together. They looked for a while, but they couldn't find it. The child cried even louder. Li Hua comforted her and asked her, "What clothes and pants does your mother wear?" What's your name? What does it look like? The child sobbed and said, "My mother is wearing white clothes and black pants. Her name is Zhou Lina." . Her hair is curly light yellow, she has an oval face and two big eyes. She is a little tall and thin ... "Li Hua thought," I have an idea! " She said loudly. Li Hua took a piece of wood and wrote on it: Who is Zhou Lina? Your children want to see you. But this search is still in vain and there is no response at all. Later, she went to the radio station and asked her aunt to say, "Miss Zhou Lina, your child is looking for you. Come to the radio! " "Not long after the broadcast, a woman described by a child came. As soon as she entered the door, she ran over in tears, picked up the child and said, "Son, I finally found you!" " "The child said," Mom! " Aunt left with the children. I quickly apologized to Li Hua later, and she said, "Nothing! " "
I want to be as helpful and tolerant as Li Hua!
I am a person with a heart of stone. On the surface, I look very warm and warm, but a few people know how cold my heart is. I thought I would be like this all my life, cold and faint, until I met her. ...
She is a very enthusiastic person and very patient. I have forgotten the first time we met. It looks just plain, without much overlap, but I didn't expect that she always kept a sentence I accidentally said in her heart. Our intersection still stems from work. She helped me find a job and taught me everything about my job. Because of this, we have a common language, chat together every day, and our mood will gradually calm down every time we chat with her. We have a lot in common. We are tolerant and understand each other. Whenever one of us encounters unhappy or difficult things, we will discuss and solve them together.
As time went on and our feelings deepened, we became best friends, and she became the most important person in my heart, just like an idol. We help people in need together, and there are also sad things.
People in a group, she and I both feel that we are wholeheartedly good to her and consider her feelings in everything. Even if he quarreled with our other friends, it was hard for me to stand it at that time. Only she had been defending that person, comforting them and thinking from that person's point of view. But in the end that person misunderstood her, accused her, and even seriously injured her. It pains me to see her heart broken, but I know I can't help her get justice, it will only make her look worse. But in the end, she forgave that person. If that person wants to come back, she is still willing to pretend that nothing happened.
She is such a tolerant, cheerful and kind person, and I began to be tolerant and cheerful with her. People are like this, and what kind of people will become.
She has changed, becoming cold and inconsiderate. I don't know why. If she has any pain, she can say it and we can solve it together, but she just won't say it, so I'm very sad!
On Monday morning, I was in a particularly good mood. I want to tell my good friend a good news, hee hee, and I am happy to think about it.
I went to the cram school, and as soon as I sat in my seat, she came. I greeted her and said, "Hello, good morning." She looked at me angrily and sat down beside me without saying a word. I thought, what is this? I don't know her at all. Is she sick and doesn't want to talk? Forget it, I'd better ask her after class! After the teacher finished his summer homework, the class was over.
After class, I followed her out and said with a smile, "What's wrong with you? Doesn't it hurt? Or are you sick? " She said to me loudly, "No, you are sick!" " "I was a little unhappy and said," What's the matter with you? We are good friends. Can't you keep your voice down? " She said, "I said loudly, what's the matter?" I said impatiently, "well, if you want to speak loudly, you can speak loudly, ok!" "I can't control you." She pointed at me and said, "Will you stop following me? Very annoying. " I said, "Did I follow you? You have to follow me yourself! "
Then I went back to the classroom. I fell down in my seat and cried. Thought: Hum, I will never sit with you again, and I will never talk to you again! The classmate next to me comforted me and said, "Li Mengxue, what's wrong with you?" Some students said, "What about Xiaohui?" When I heard it, I said loudly, "Don't mention her, can you forget her!" " "After that, I continued to lie on the table. She returned to her seat and said coldly, "What a suck! "I think: she is no longer my friend, I want to break up with her. I looked up and said, "Xiaohui, let's break up." She said, "if you break up, break up!" "I cried even more in my seat and thought: How could you do this? After all, we have been friends for three years. Is there anything else you haven't told me?
She has changed and become strange. I don't even know her.
It has been more than two years since she left there because of that excellent composition 10, but every bit about her is still fresh in her memory.
I remember seeing her for the first time, which gave people a refreshing feeling. Elegant, noble ... it seems that all good adjectives are too much for her.
Once, it was my turn to go to the podium and share the writing materials with you. I have prepared a short story to protect my dreams. But because of my personality, I dare not look directly into the eyes of my classmates below. I always look down or at the ceiling. When I finished, she gently said to me, "In fact, you are excellent and speak very well, but you are not confident enough. I hope to see you more confident next time. "
Once in a Chinese exam, I only got 97 points (total score 150), so she wrote a few paragraphs on my test paper, "My grades have dropped, please analyze the reasons carefully", and left a comment next to my wrong question, telling me the lessons I should sum up.
When reviewing, she always calls me to the office again and again, asking me to recite the prescribed texts, so that I never lose too many dictation questions.
The college entrance examination is coming. She called me to the office and taught me to review and recall the Chinese answering skills of the college entrance examination.
Every time I fail, she always encourages me with gentle and determined eyes and tells me not to give up easily.
Every little success, she always tells me with a similar expression, very good. Keep it up.
It's been two years since I left her, two years, and the time is long and short, but the previous scenes are in my mind for a long time.
This year's Teacher's Day, by chance, I sent her a simple blessing message. She is still very happy and satisfied. Although I don't know who I am, she said today is because you have more special beauty.
She is my teacher, a high school Chinese teacher.
Learning to be a teacher and learning to be a model is such a person.
Her excellent composition 1 1 Whenever I read "But how much love an inch of grass has, who gets three rays of spring" in Ode to a Wanderer, I naturally think of my mother's love for me, because I can't forget it.
My mother is in her thirties this year. She is of medium height. Her skin is white and red. She has a mole on her left eyebrow. Everyone says that this mole is like a "pearl", and there is a mole on the mouth. I don't think her mother is ugly at all. My mother usually wears a long ponytail and a colorful skirt, which looks like a fairy.
I remember that day, I had an operation I'm lying in a hospital bed, and I'm about to enter the operating room. My mother held my hand tightly and said earnestly, "Don't be afraid, just go into the operating room and sleep, and you can come out." About half an hour later, I finished the operation. When I arrived in the ward, my mother asked me anxiously, "How do you feel after the operation? Does it hurt? Are you thirsty now? Are you hungry? " My mother keeps asking me, but I can't get a word in. I covered my mother's mouth and said, "I'm a little thirsty now …" Before I finished, my mother quickly poured me a glass of water. Because the weather is too hot, my wound is infected, so my mother helps me apply medicine every hour. At night, my mother is afraid of falling asleep. She didn't remember to give me medicine and set the alarm clock specially. When I woke up, I saw my mother lying in bed sleeping.
When I was discharged from the hospital, I was as happy as a naughty monkey, only to find my mother haggard.
Mom, I can't forget your care for me, which makes me feel very happy. When I grow up, I will repay you well, mom. I love you!
Her excellent composition 12, dark hair, big eyes, looks good, but her family is not good.
Her parents' divorce made her feel insecure and always afraid of being abandoned. I vowed to be her best friend for life, but the wind gradually blew the distance far away.
Like leaves floating in the water, like clenched sand, farther and farther away, less and less ... I knew her when I was in the first grade, and it was also my most embarrassing time. She spent the saddest time in my life with me.
Three years ago, a girl in thin clothes squatted under a tree and cried like a child. It happened that she saw her take out a tissue and hand it to me. She squatted down gently and hugged me. She didn't ask me why I was crying, but told me her experience.
I looked at her in surprise and she said, "When I was six years old, my parents divorced. At that time, I was too young to understand at all. The child at the door said I was a motherless child. I didn't know mom and dad were divorced until I met them, and I never saw mom again. I hate my father. He loves drinking, but he ignores me. I feel abandoned by the whole world. I hate it. "
I was surprised that she told me her secret. Although we are in the same class, we have nothing in common. I told her that my grandmother died, and I was very sad. ...
In this way, we became friends who talked about everything, but like sand, the tighter I hold on to it, the faster it runs. Maybe that's why I don't have any bosom friends anymore ... I'm possessive and don't want to see her play with anyone. It makes me sad to see her playing with someone else, and I think she doesn't care about me ... but how long can this friendship last? For three years, I can't forget the person who accompanied me when I was most embarrassed.
I hope she can live a happy life. Well, I miss her after all.
Her excellent composition 13 There are many beautiful smiles in the world: Mona Lisa's smile, Mom and Dad's smile and classmates' laughter are all in my heart, but only her smile makes me unforgettable.
It was noon in summer, and when I came home from the training class, there were few pedestrians on the road, and a stop sign stood on the roadside, which was particularly conspicuous. I waited for my family by the roadside. A little girl and her grandfather passed by. The little girl is wearing a flowered skirt and jumping like a butterfly. She is so cute. Suddenly, a car sped past the road and the little girl's skirt was splashed with mud. The roadside stop sign is also covered with mud, and the words on it can't be read clearly.
I thought the little girl would feel sorry for her beautiful skirt, but her behavior surprised me. She completely ignored the mud on her skirt, but took out her hand and carefully wiped the stop sign. Her behavior aroused my curiosity: she rolled up her sleeves, took out her hand and carefully wiped the mud on it, and sweat dripped from time to time on her face. Her grandfather also took out a paper towel and wiped it with her. I was very puzzled, so I went over and asked, "Little Sister, the bus station cleaning union cleaned it. Why do you have to wipe it? " She stopped and looked up. She looked at me with big, round black eyes and solemnly told me, "Sister, cleaners work hard every day. We should try our best to help them! " Her words made me deeply ashamed.
After a while, the grandparents and grandchildren finally cleaned up the stop sign, and the little girl was so busy that she was sweating, even the skirt was neglected. Her grandfather said, "Are you distressed that the skirt is dirty?" She said, "The skirt can be washed if it is dirty!" Then, she smiled, revealing two small tiger teeth. She smiled so sweetly, as refreshing as a cup of lemon tea in summer.
Until now, the little girl's smile has been deeply hidden in my mind and surfaced from time to time. Whenever I think of her smile, I will try my best to help those who need help.
Her excellent composition 14 friend is an old jar of wine in the corner of the old house. Lonely and faithful, she holds the dust, cobwebs and light in the corner. She never needs to think of it, let alone forget it. When she remembered it, it was refreshing to open it. A friend is an old dictionary on the shelf. When you open it, you are still full of knowledge and wonderful articles. ...
In July, a boring physical activity class, my summer became a season full of illusion and confusion because of her. Just like many things in the world, people couldn't guess the undercurrent from his lonely appearance, just like meeting her.
She is very kind to me. This goodwill is not directly revealed, but indirectly. Inadvertently, a slight movement can see everything, such as holding my hand tightly when crossing the street, or noticing my gentle cough when talking to me. Too inconspicuous, she immediately replied to me "put on more clothes" ... some indirect ones were too small for me to notice.
I have only been with her for two years, but this is the happiest two years in my 14 years. In these two years, she has taught me a lot. ...
I attach great importance to friendship, because it allows me to take a long time to ride with her; Because it allows me to write this article; Because he can make me feel worthwhile.
Some will think about going home with her in the dark; Have dinner together; Have fun together; Mix together again; Jump together; Laugh together; Fall in love together.
What language should I use to her? Some affectation ...
But one day, you will understand as well as I do: the leaves of very old camphor trees will also emit pungent fragrance; But some fish, they will flock across the cold ocean and migrate to the vast distance, because that is their home. ...
Think too much, in summer, on the way home, I smell the fragrance of his bath. ...
So safe.
Her excellent composition 15 reflects the scenery in her eyes, not me. -inscription
I met her during military training in summer. Every day, I will watch her figure stand upright in the hot sun, watch her sweat drip down her upturned hair one by one, watch her shadow turn into a point in the sun, and then the time will be quiet for a second, and the sunset will gently pull her shadow for a long, long time. ...
When I stepped into that strange classroom, people I thought I would never see again appeared in my sight. That day, I looked straight at her through the crowd. It's really strange to suddenly feel a kind of joy in my heart.
Later, she and I became deskmates and friends. Only then did I know that the scenery of the word friendship is so amazing.
Three springs, three summers, three winters in Sanqiu, every spring, summer, autumn and winter is spent with her, with the light that I want to touch and hug. Every night, watching her eyes full of stars, every day, watching the sun flying in her hair tips, watching our black and white school uniforms change from white to bright and then gradually stained with handwriting and oil stains.
I am not good at words and a transfer student, so I have no friends in this small town where I have only lived for four years. Only she broke into the small circle left by my childhood like a meteorite, and then with infinite tenderness, she pulled that circle back to the time when I lived. By the way, I became a chatterbox.
In the last class, I lay prone on my desk and closed my eyes to sleep for a while, but those fragments kept coming at me: secretly eating, whispering, fighting, quarreling, cold war, crying with her, teasing her and hugging her. ...
That day, we turned around, waved back and strode forward without looking back. "Goodbye!" " No crying, no nonsense, as usual, happy to say funny things, and then, say goodbye to each other, but this time it's a bit lonely, because she and I are back in the same classroom, and it's not me anymore.
I'm not the one who talked to her all night.
It's not me who goes back to the Spring and Autumn Period with her.