Those lovely smiling faces and cheerful songs are so happy ... My mother accompanied me to the welfare home on my own holiday. As soon as I entered the gate, I heard a silvery laugh. I can't wait to run in, but all I can see are disabled people. I was shocked and stood there for a long time until my aunts in the welfare home warmly welcomed me into the house.
I couldn't help laughing when I watched them happy with the candy. I have always been easy to get along with children, but today I don't know why, I seem to be in a mood.
Suddenly I feel that they have lost a lot, lost the warmth of their families, and can't have their own toys, their own rooms, the maternal love and fatherly love they deserve like us. There is a child who is only 5 years old. Although he is physically disabled, he also needs love. He begged us to hug him with his arms, begging us to make him feel warm love.
What a strong desire! Some children feel inferior. They are afraid to get along with others because of their own disabilities, and bury themselves in a dark corner ... The sad scenes made me cry from the bottom of my heart for the first time. They are the flowers of the motherland and the grass in the sun. Why did they lose so much? Fortunately, the aunts in the welfare home take good care of them as their own children, accompanying them day and night and losing too much, even never leaving for the New Year.
That's maternal love! Aunties get up early in the morning and make breakfast for them. In the evening, aunts often get up to see if the quilt is covered. Are you hungry? Always by their side during the day. Sometimes when I see my child sick and without clothes, I also take out my only salary to buy it.
What a great love, it is not only out of professional ethics, but also a mother's love for her children. No, it's far better than loving her children! But what about them? What about parents who abandoned their children? Have they thought about this? What will happen if you think of your children without the warmth of family? What if there is no "mother" like the aunt in the welfare home? Do they let their innocent and lovely children grow up, or do they die in the shadow of inferiority for themselves? Then I will ask angrily, are you still human without affection? Or an earthling with a beautiful heart? We, forever friends, are forever relatives and partners. Let's save 50 cents every day to buy them a proper happiness, and let's use sincere love to shape a castle of love! .
2. How to write a composition about making phone calls? After the second class, many people rushed to the only public telephone at the school gate to queue up and called home to ask their mothers to forget their notebooks, brushes and milk money. ...
The first-grade classroom is next to the telephone. Huang Ziyun, a freshman, often looks at incoming wires in a daze. How much he envies others to call, but he can't set foot on that low wooden box, which was put by that school to make it convenient for junior students to call. ...
On this day, Huang Ziyun made up his mind to call his mother. He was so excited that he squeezed into the queue. The queue is very long, and the people behind them are anxiously holding copper coins and staring at the caller's lips anxiously for fear that the bell will ring early. However, the bell finally rang and the person in front gave up the call. Huang Ziyun stepped on the wooden box first, looked around and found that no one paid attention to him, so he dialed the phone with trepidation.
"Mom, it's me. I am Yun Yun ... "
Waiting for the team to disperse almost completely, Huang Ziyun smiled and smiled at the red phone.
"Mom, I got 100 in the math exam last class, and the teacher gave me a star. Only four people in the class took the exam ... "
"Students, hurry back to the classroom!" A senior student walked past him and urged him loudly.
Huang Ziyun smiled at the senior students. Continue to say into the microphone: "Mom! I'm going to class, mom! I am fine in the morning. I dress myself, make milk and bake bread every day and help my father. At noon, I went to Zhang Bobo's snack bar downstairs to eat rice noodle soup, buy oily tofu, and sometimes buy a meat stuffing jiaozi ... "
Somehow, Huang Ziyun blew his nose, and then his voice changed:
"mom! I, I miss you, I miss you so much, I don't want to go to school, I want to be with you, mom! Why don't you go home? Where are you? Mom ... "
Huang Ziyun stretched out his hand and wiped his tears, ready to hang up. At the moment when the receiver hung up, a woman's voice came from the receiver:
"The last bell rang at 10 Beijing time."
Huang Ziyun left the phone, his clear nose condensed on the back of his hand.
3. The composition "Ding Lingling ..." written by a child who walked to the telephone booth was accompanied by a crisp * * *, and the teacher walked into the classroom at a brisk pace and said with a smile, "Today, let's play a game called making phone calls, shall we?" The originally silent classroom suddenly boiled up.
The teacher called the first student in each group out in turn, told the classmate his name, and then returned to the classroom. At the command, everyone started. I'm the second. After the first classmate called me, I quickly called the next classmate. In the back, I was as anxious as an ant on hot bricks, waiting anxiously. Yes, after receiving the call, our group's Liang ran to the podium like a dizzy arrow, picked up a piece of chalk and brushed it.
Look at the students in other groups first, and then spread to the middle! I proudly thought: we will win. We turned our eyes back, and suddenly we felt as if we had been hit on the head by a stone, because of the big characters written by Xiao Liang in our group.
It turns out that Xiao Liang wrote "the teacher doesn't have a meeting today" as "the teacher says there is no class today", which is really irrelevant. Other groups have also finished writing. At first glance, the content is also varied. Some originally wrote "the building in North Street is very beautiful" and "the boss of the fat pig is very beautiful", which really digress! There is also a bull's head that is not right.
However, I think the team that is sure to lose has succeeded ... from this game, I learned that haste makes waste, and we must be down-to-earth and not do things for carelessness.
4. Call someone. How to write a composition? Sometimes I like rain, but sometimes I hate it.
If it doesn't rain for a few weeks, I'll hope it rains. When it rains, I will run out and get caught in the rain for a while and feel very comfortable. After the rain, you can look around the mountains, fields and blue sky. Mountain after mountain, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder. A few swallows stopped on the telephone pole, as if waiting for the music to start. ...
If it rains every day, I hope it won't rain. If it doesn't stop raining, I'll want to say, God, are you kidding? We don't want rain here, but you don't stop raining. It wants rain in desert areas, but you don't give them rain. Besides, people who have left work haven't come home yet. The rice cutter didn't go home either. Please stop the light rain. I wish I could call God and tell him to take back the rain and send it to other places where it will rain.
Well, I don't have this kind of phone, so I think it's a waste of time. I thought, "I must study hard in the future. If I invent this kind of telephone in the future, I can call the sky. " If one day, I don't have an umbrella, but it rains, I will take out my mobile phone and let the sky take back the rain. If there is a drought, I will also take out my mobile phone. ...
5. A child calls his mother to write 50 words. It snowed yesterday and dyed the world white. The pear trees in the yard are covered with snow, as beautiful as when they bloom in spring.
I can't help thinking of wearing pear flowers for my mother in spring. At that time, Dai Lihua's mother was beautiful. I feel sad when I think of my mother.
For the livelihood of the whole family, for my younger brother and I to go to school, and for going out to work with my father, my mother didn't come back for more than a year. Whenever my brother calls my mother in my dream, I can't help feeling sad.
I took out a pamphlet with my mother's phone number on it. The original white paper of this booklet has turned yellow, but my thoughts about my mother are getting stronger every day. I decided to call my mother today. After cleaning up the house, I put the pamphlet on the table correctly. I read "1, 3, 5……" and pressed the phone button word by word in my mouth.
After pressing the number, I couldn't help getting excited, my heart suddenly accelerated and I almost jumped out of my throat. After a while, there was music on the phone. I think this music is more beautiful and beautiful than ever before.
The music played for a while, and an old voice came from the receiver: "Who is it?" I was startled, but I vaguely recognized my mother's voice. My nose suddenly turns sour, and my mother always drinks? I remember my mother used to sing in a troupe. Her voice is beautiful, just like the voice of an angel. It seems to come from the wonderful music in heaven and has a soothing effect.
Now my mother's voice has a sense of old age, and my heart is sad, and tears have been spinning in my eyes. "Hello, who's calling?" Mom asked again.
"It's me, I'm Xiaoxue, mom!" I covered my throat and tried not to cry. "It's Xiao Xue. Is there anything at home? " "Nothing, I just want to ask if your work is going well?" "Not bad.
What about you and your brother? How's Grandpa? ""they are all fine. " "What about you? How have you been studying recently? It's cold, remember to put on more clothes.
Look at my brother when he sleeps at night, don't let him push the quilt, lest he catch cold ... "My mother is still talking, and my tears keep falling." Mom is like this, paying attention to children is much more than paying attention to herself, as if my brother and I are her life.
"What's the matter? Why don't you talk? " "Nothing." I tried to speak as normally as possible, but obviously, my mother noticed and said, "You miss your mother!" " ! Mom will come back for the New Year and have a good reunion with you and your brother ... "I cried even more when I heard this. My father had an accident last year, and the burden of the whole family fell on my mother. How can that thin body bear the double pressure of family and life? "Well, I hung up. "
Mother's voice seemed to be in tears, but the beep on the phone quickly knocked her voice away like a cloud. I put down the phone, and a tear fell and hit the table.
I pushed the door open. I don't know when it began to snow again. Looking at the snowflakes on the pear tree, I seem to see the picture of spring: the pear tree is full of flowers, and a little girl smiled and put a bunch of pears on her mother.
6. Write a 400-word composition for children, me and my children.
One day, during extracurricular activities, my deskmate and I quarreled with Peng Qing. Because he beat me at military chess, I always envied him and waited for revenge.
In a blink of an eye, a week passed and it was time for extracurricular activities. I am playing the Colosseum with another classmate. Peng Qing and another classmate are preparing to play military chess. They laid out the pieces. Peng Qing passed me in a hurry, showing off his talent and accidentally messing up my chess pieces. I flew into a rage and scolded, "What! No eyes. "
He just smiled and said sincerely; "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to."
Supposedly, I should trust him completely, but I thought to myself, "Hum! It's time for revenge. " So I grabbed it, pushed him with all my strength, and pulled his flag on the ground. The commander fell to the ground and the soldiers ate sand. ...
At this time, he blushed with anger and said, "Can you deliberately pull seven sons to sow discord?" He ran to the teacher and didn't run a few meters. He quickly braked and turned back.
His every move touches my heart, and I feel as if there is a fire burning on my face. I was on pins and needles when I came home from school that day. My food tastes bad and I can't sleep well.
A few days later, I got up my courage and ran to him without hesitation, saluted the team and said seriously, "It was really my fault that I deliberately messed up the chess pieces that day." Can you forgive me? "
"Well, how can I care about small things?" He blurted out.
From then on, the two of us became inseparable good partners.