Like other busy medical staff, she shuttled between different relief tents, and almost no one could see her. In this earthquake, her mother Wang Qiong fell in the ruins and left her forever. Until 3 pm yesterday, Zhang Yichuan had not had time to take a bite, and his eyes were red and swollen.
Zhang Yichuan said that only by keeping yourself busy will you not feel that your mother is "gone". /kloc-On the morning of 0/9, she returned to her home in Longxing Village, Longmen Township, but she never imagined that this meeting was her farewell to her mother.
"I went back to the hospital to work, and my mother kept sending me to the side of the road." Zhang Yichuan recalled the last time he met his mother and finally cried.
At 8 o'clock yesterday morning, shortly after the earthquake, her father called her. After a long silence, my father told her mother the news of her death. "Mom is gone, come back and have a look." In the morning 1 1, Zhang Yichuan finally got home. She was shocked. The houses on the first floor and the ground floor were razed to the ground, and her 12-year-old sister and father stood beside her mother's body.
On the way home, she didn't cry until she saw her mother. She suddenly knelt beside her mother and burst into tears. "Mom is gone and will never come back."
Zhang Yichuan said that in the end, she took a look at her mother and said to her father, "I'm going back to the hospital." Yesterday at noon, after 12, Zhang Yichuan rushed back to Lushan County People's Hospital and was busy in the rescue tent, transporting the injured and helping the injured to debride and dress. She said: "Dad supported me to come back (to the hospital), and the patients here need me."
Grandma's brother, 14 years old, is in the second grade of Longmen Township, Lushan. Sister 13 years old, just in grade one. In the Lushan earthquake that happened yesterday, it was the brother and sister who "planed" the 77-year-old mother-in-law Yang Guixiang buried in the ruins with their hands.
At 5: 30 pm yesterday, Yang, whose left hand and right foot were fractured, was transferred from Lushan County People's Hospital to Chengdu Affiliated Chinese Medicine Hospital for treatment. The 19-year-old boy rescued his mother with his bare hands despite the shaking of the house.
His mother was buried immediately when the earthquake happened. Wang Jiaoxiong didn't care about the house that was still shaking. He dug with his hand and pried with a stick to rescue his mother from under the collapsed wall. When he carried his mother to the nearby highway and looked back, the Xijiang village he knew had disappeared.
2. It's great to sing a hymn to my mother and write a composition on this topic.
Is a selfless dedication to us.
This is for those who can risk their lives.
From what we wrote in her ballads.
(of infants) babbling
Under her arm.
go for a walk
When we fail,
She gave us timely encouragement.
What she does is bit by bit.
We have nothing to repay.
Her rough hands.
So we can be more rude
Her industrious hands
I have nothing to worry about.
Her warm hands
Let me feel maternal love
Mom is great.
Maternal love is selfless.
Maternal love is priceless.
Mother, the person who breeds all things in life.
3. How I feel when I sing to my mother. The song "Mom lights up my doors and windows like the moon ..." fully expresses my feelings for my mother.
Time flies and May comes quietly, which means that Mother's Day, a festival shared by all mothers in the world, is coming soon.
From small to large, my mother took care of us in every possible way and comforted us gently with her gentle voice when we were sad; When we laugh happily, we smile knowingly around us; Cheer us up when we are trying. Because of you, we are more confident in doing things. I want to say to you: "Thank you, Mom."
Mom, thank you. You are the object of our complaint. First, whenever we are in trouble, you always try your best to help us. Secondly, as long as you know that we are in trouble, no matter where you are, you will always come in a hurry, even if it is a long distance. Mom, it's good to have you.
Mom, thank you. You always take care of us when we are sick. Although you are tired, you always take care of us because you care about us. You have worked hard. Whenever I have a fever at school, you are always the first person to take care of me and take me home, no matter how far it is. Mom, it's good to have you.
4. How to write a diary of singing to parents on National Day? Honey, I want to sing a song. Can you listen to this song more quietly and confidently from this moment on? Please unplug the earplugs filled with pop music and listen to me sing softly; Please put down the hypocritical and promiscuous youth novels and listen to me to tell the truth; Please hold my hand and tell me patiently that you also want to hear me sing a song.
I want to sing a song for my dear mother. Mother is not well, so I can only sing to her in a low voice. If I sing I love her the most forever, she will say she doesn't believe me. If I sing I thank you, my mother, she will laugh and scold, "You child, how can you say something stupid?" Oh, my mother, my favorite mother in the world, what should I sing to you to express my warm and lasting feelings for you? Once upon a time, these feelings only rolled gently in my heart every unknown night, emitting acid bubbles. Before the collapse of almost losing, I humbly kept her in tears. Because no one knows and doesn't want others to know, even an understatement has been deliberately avoided until now. Every time I write one more word, my heart will shake again. The pain engraved in the story is like a breathing jellyfish swimming in my heart, so every memory will be stung. I hope that the pain will not dilute the good memories, and I hope that she can still hear this song.
I also want to sing a song for my father. Dad, dad, every time I call him, my heart is like a sky full of colorful fireworks, which explodes the night sky. He is working in other places now, and we seldom meet each other. But every time we meet, he always gives me a lot of money, takes me to eat different things and agrees to all my requirements. The more he indulges repeatedly, the more he misses and regrets. I'm the only one with photos and videos in his mobile phone. Every time I come back, I will take pictures and write new ones for me. He asked me to sing, but I always couldn't and didn't want to speak, for fear that the story would be out of tune as soon as I opened it. So, dad, don't listen to this song of mine. Let me play it back in my mind alone, that's enough.
The last song belongs to us and is for all of you. Thank you for reading the article here. Thank you for leaving every shell, every laugh and every tear in my life. In my memory, they shine like gold. People in the story will eventually break up, and even earth-shattering events will fade away one day. Then, please make them bright and grand now, and keep them at their best one second before pressing the shutter.
Now I really want to sing a song and make our ending song.
I want to sing a song.
When everyone's outline begins to blur
What pictures began to be frozen forever?
Our songs are not exhausted.
Let you sing with us.
The streets in February and a half are flat and clean.
The expression is so natural that it will not be cold.
After the pain, the reaction was too intense.
I hope you won't feel sorry for me.
I've never experienced it
A happy and ferocious face
And everything.
5. The 700-word composition that mom likes to sing is in urgent need of the 700-word composition that mom likes to sing.
"Who brought the ancient call, who left the hope of a thousand years ..." Early in the morning of the weekend, I was unfortunately awakened by a "brotherhood of the Wolf". That's mom's voice. Oh, my God, Ququ is going to Mars!
My mother has long eyelashes and big brown eyes, which are very beautiful. But it is said that years of pig-killing knives will leave irreparable marks on women's faces. It's an old photo of mom, smiling like a flower. But now, laughing, there are obvious crow's feet. But time can't take away my mother's love of singing.
Mom is tone deaf. She never sings in front of outsiders, but she tortures us at home. Once, as soon as I lay down to sleep, I heard the familiar "devil's voice". It turns out that my mother recently found a singing software and is practicing songs in front of the mirror! When the song reaches the high notes, my mother hardly drops a word. I can't take it anymore. I feel the ground shaking. I quickly covered my head with a quilt, thinking that my mother should give up soon. But my mother persisted, and finally screamed and sang a song, and another "ecstasy" echoed at home. It's really "hovering three feet"! The song was sung until midnight. Fortunately, there is no one downstairs. If there is, we will definitely be kicked out of the building.
The next day, the sound of music woke me up on time. I walked out of the room and saw that my mother was talking to someone on her cell phone. The opponents in the competition changed one after another. As I expected, the result was the same-mom lost. I smiled and said, "If you can't sing well, don't compare with others." She glared at me and pointed at the screen of the mobile phone with a grain of salt and said, "Is there something wrong with this software? I sing very well! " I can't help laughing.
Although my mother sings badly, she brings a lot of joy to my family!
6. Song composition dedicated to the mother is 500,600 words. Keywords: Song dedicated to the mother "Only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like treasures.
"Hear this song.
Everyone can't help thinking of his mother, and some people even burst into tears. This is the power of maternal love. Mother brought us into this world. She gave us life. We grew up happily in her arms.
Under the inculcation of our mother, we have a kind heart, and our mother's words let us remember them and let us survive. Everyone is familiar with the word mom. When it comes to what happened with mom, everyone has it.
What happened between us and our mother will move us. Mother sacrificed herself for our happiness. I have heard such a touching case. A child's father died early and lived with his mother since childhood. For the children to go to college, his mother gets up at 4 o'clock every day to help others shake soy milk. I also help others wash clothes during the day; I have to clean up the housework at night; Today is a good day. Unfortunately, however, my son, who is studying in college, met a robber on the road. He was brave, but he didn't expect to be stabbed by a robber. This made an unfortunate family suffer a more unfortunate blow, which undoubtedly made the mother and son worse. In order to save her son, she went to the hospital to buy blood, and his illness was cured. But her mother collapsed from overwork. The above example is that her mother saved her son. Respect your mother! Think about your mother working for you day and night! Add your own practical actions, and you will become a quality-oriented person.
7. Practice singing 500 junior high school National Day singing contest composition kicked off.
Friday is a happy day, a day to welcome the National Day, and an exciting and tense day, because today we will hold a singing contest in Grade Four. In order to compete for the first place, we didn't spend less time singing every word and doing every movement well. We practice hard every day.
Our class is the first to take part in the competition. The students, dressed in neat clothes and lined up neatly, walked onto the stage happily. Zhang Tong and Xu Yuan recited forcefully, and we shouted the slogan: "Always be ready!" In this soaring slogan, my nervousness has already disappeared without a trace. The song began, little commander-I waved my hands in time, gently and firmly. Everyone looked at me intently and sang emotionally. The third song we sang was the song of guerrillas. The students sang and performed. I seem to see that in that war era, countless revolutionary ancestors sacrificed their most precious lives for us to live a happy life ... I was completely intoxicated by this touching song. A burst of thunderous applause woke me up from infinite memories, and the singing in our class was over. The students took a curtain call in my password and walked off the stage triumphantly.
We sat in our seats and watched the singing of other classes carefully. Every class sings very well, so we are completely immersed in the ocean of music. This is not a competition, but a vivid revolutionary traditional education class.
The most exciting moment has arrived. Director Chen stepped onto the stage and said excitedly, "The first place in this competition-Class 4!" Wow! We immediately boiled! The students danced and laughed, and Mr. Gao's face also showed a satisfied smile.
At this point, I really understand the meaning of harvest. Only hard work will succeed, "many things grind"! In the contest, we won applause with beautiful modeling and sweet voice, and we won honor with hard sweat.
This singing contest really left us with endless aftertaste!
8. A mother who loves singing 200-word composition My mother loves singing and is an out-and-out fan.
Whether walking, bathing, cooking or mopping the floor, my mother can't help singing whenever she has time. My mother also likes watching programs about singing competitions, such as The Voice of China, super girls and Mamma Mia.
I remember one day, I was bored, and my mother suggested singing together.
Rap and sing, she skillfully turned on the TV, made all the preparations and began to sing at once. The first song she chose was Taste.
This is a lyric song. I saw my mother holding the microphone tightly with her hands and her eyes closed, completely immersed in her own singing, as if I didn't exist.
This is the first time that I heard my mother singing seriously with a microphone. Her singing was so beautiful that I was deeply attracted. Mother's favorite song is Listening to the Sea.
In order to sing this song well, my mother practiced it countless times on the computer. My mother smiled and said to me, "Baby, today, I'm going to sing my famous song for you. You should listen carefully!" " "Say that finish, she came to the center of the living room, bowed to me sitting on the sofa and waved to me like a star.
When she started singing, she relaxed and made eye contact with me while singing; Singing to * * *, she sometimes clenched her fist and sometimes reached the highest. Super explosive power and super high voice make my hair stand on end.
When singing the whole song, my mother didn't read a word of the lyrics, and she had a good grasp of the rhythm. I can't help clapping my hands: "Mom, you are great!" " "As he spoke, he rushed forward to hug his mother.
My mother hugged me and said excitedly, "Thank you for your encouragement. I am so happy! " "Of course, my mother sometimes can't sing well. The song "Going Home" is really difficult. My mother always breaks when she sings high notes.
But instead of being discouraged, she asked me to be a little teacher and do pronunciation exercises over and over again. I was exhausted and asked my mother, "Mom, are you tired?" Take a rest when you are tired! "Mom smiled and said," I'm not tired at all. Singing is a pleasure. "
My mother likes singing very much. If someone disturbs her while she is singing or listening to a song, she will be very angry.
Sometimes I frown and stare at you with my eyes. This is my mother, a mother who loves singing.
The whole class knows that I like singing. Although I can't sing well, even my classmates who have been with me for so many years regard it as "noise", and the class teacher who has been taught for many years is called "Monkey Brother", but I still go my own way.
No matter at home or at school, as long as I am interested, I immediately hum my favorite music. Like the new song Superman Can't Fly just released now, it's really great! Besides, I also like slow shaking and the like. But it's all in English. I can't sing, I can only hum. Sometimes I suddenly yell and scream, scaring my neighbors. I really admire my internal skills!
When the teacher is in class, I can also sing and hum. I dare not sing freely, because I am afraid of the legendary "informer" in our class! Speaking of this XXX, I really stay at a respectful distance from others. If I reveal any secrets, I will be guillotined. I would really say, "I'm so scared!" " "
Sometimes I listen to old songs, such as "The Sunset is Drunk" and "Snow Gone with the Wind", which is really the best in the world. I recommend you to listen to Jay Chou's songs, which are not bad now, but I seldom listen to them, because I am a baby born after 90, and my mother's tastes and tastes are different.
Although I was transferred to a bad station because of singing, I am no longer surprised. I have been used to it for so many years. I'm not afraid of being said or misunderstood, and I'm not afraid of sitting with my classmates with poor grades, because there is a song behind my weakness. Music brings me endless fun, and singing eliminates my troubles. End with May's song "I just like music, don't tell me to stop".