Write a composition on the topic of moistening things and being silent.

It moistens everything silently and gently.

The wind, silent, blows the love of the green earth, silent, moistens the soul. I used to think that my father was a slow person. When I was a child, my mother accompanied me when flying kites, and my father picked up kites. Learning to ride a bike, my mother helped me fall down, and my father stood by and called me up to continue. When I was a child, I was in trouble. It was my father who hit me and my mother who gave me the medicine. It was my mother who gave me a birthday party and blew out the candles with me. It is my father who blows balloons for me. Finger infection, when I went to the hospital to pull out my broken nails, my mother held me trembling slightly and repeatedly told me not to be afraid. It was my father who was held tightly by me without saying a word. ..... because my father couldn't express his feelings, or ... I began to look for answers with my heart. Every time, there is something wrong with my bike. The next day, it was repaired and polished. Afterwards, I learned that my father did it. I always put a sharpened pencil on the desk the morning before every exam. Afterwards, I learned that my father did it. Every time I get angry about a sudden trip, the TV screen always lights up. I know, it was my father. Every time I come home from school, I can almost eat hot meals. I know, my father made it. The file on the desk was put by my father. The beloved alarm clock at the bedside was repaired by my father. The mark on the wall of the hut was erased by my father. ..... Suddenly, I realized that it was not my father's "dullness" but my stupidity. I didn't realize the warmth behind silence! Light is silent and illuminates the earth; Father's silent love warms the hearts of children.

The spring breeze is warm because the fresh breath of the field awakens the sleeping grass; The reason why the autumn moon is romantic is because the melodious waves of the sea caress the night like water; Winter plum is beautiful because snow can't suppress its fragrance; The fruit is sweet because the roots buried in the soil are nourished.

The spring rain is coming. In the boundless night, it comes with the wind, quietly moistening everything, without any intention of pleasing, just seeking dedication.

Listening to the rain, the author observes carefully, and even the spring rain and silence are heard by the poet, which is the soul of this poem.

Lei Feng is such a person.

When I was a child, I often heard my grandmother mention such a story: once, Lei Feng was on a business trip.

Seeing that there were many passengers on the train, he offered his seat to an old man and offered to help the conductor sweep the floor, clean the table and pour water for the passengers.

When changing trains in Shenyang, Lei Feng saw a sister-in-law from Shandong. She was in a hurry to visit relatives in Jilin, but she accidentally lost her ticket and money.

After Lei Feng knew it, he bought a ticket for his eldest sister-in-law with his pocket money and sent her on the bus without saying anything.

Sister-in-law asked with tears in her eyes, "eldest brother, what's your name and which unit are you from?" Lei Feng said with a smile, "My name is the People's Liberation Army and I live in China.

"Lei Feng is ready to help others. When he was on a business trip, he made a trip to Wan Li and did a good job. He is usually diligent and thrifty, but in order to support the people in the disaster area and help his comrades-in-arms, he does not hesitate to give generously.

Today, the word Lei Feng has become popular.

Write a composition on the topic of moistening things and being silent. Moisten things silently, blowing green the love of the earth and nourishing the soul.

I used to think that my father was a slow person.

When I was a child, my mother accompanied me when flying kites, and my father picked up kites.

Learning to ride a bike, my mother helped me fall down, and my father stood by and called me up to continue.

When I was a child, I was in trouble. It was my father who hit me and my mother who gave me the medicine.

It was my mother who gave me a birthday party and blew out the candles with me.

It is my father who blows balloons for me.

Finger infection, when I went to the hospital to pull out my broken nails, my mother held me trembling slightly and repeatedly told me not to be afraid. It was my father who was held tightly by me without saying a word.

..... because my father couldn't express his feelings, or ... I began to look for answers with my heart.

Every time, there is something wrong with my bike. The next day, it was repaired and polished. Afterwards, I learned that my father did it.

I always put a sharpened pencil on the desk the morning before every exam. Afterwards, I learned that my father did it.

Every time I get angry about a sudden trip, the TV screen always lights up. I know, it was my father.

Every time I come home from school, I can almost eat hot meals. I know, my father made it.

The file on the desk was put by my father.

The beloved alarm clock at the bedside was repaired by my father.

The mark on the wall of the hut was erased by my father.

..... Suddenly, I realized that it was not my father's "dullness" but my stupidity. I didn't realize the warmth behind silence! Light is silent and illuminates the earth; Father's silent love warms the hearts of children.

800-word composition 1. There are two kinds of rain that can moisten things silently.

"But now I still remember that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers were broken" exposed a scene of destruction of red and green wounds, which made people unable to sleep, as if it were a crime of fright and spasm.

On the other hand, ordinary care is silently reflected in the details of life.

Let the discoverer treasure it and be moved for a long time.

Du Gongbu once said, "Good rain knows the season, but spring has come.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

"You can see that a pool of lotus flowers is open, the leaves are higher than the water surface, and the flower buds of the lotus flowers are covered at the bottom. When the raindrops roll on the leaves, the small flower buds are safe and sound, like a dream.

The old man Bing Xin affectionately compared his mother to this kind of red lotus leaf on paper. "The storm in my heart is coming, you cover it for me.

"Leaves speechless, silently pay love.

I've heard of countless "dust", and thousands of people donate anonymously. Their love shows beyond their ordinary status. In fact, it is not dust, but molecules deconstructed from gold.

Nobody asked them, and nobody asked them.

Dust only did the duty of compatriots and practiced the nobleness of human nature.

Every detail in life, like a drop of good rain that moistens things silently, suddenly floats by and misses in our corner.

When the eyes are washed away by moving tears, the world will become clearer, as always.

Shakespeare famously said, "Silence and pure innocence can melt people more than saying many vows.

"Interesting.

"God said, let there be light, and there will be light.

"This is the sentence pattern of Genesis.

Its magnificent momentum shook the heartstrings.

However, who can find evidence of even one case in reality to prove that it has ever appeared? The compassion of lotus leaves may be powerless, and the assistance of dust may be futile. However, these are the most common, so people feel very real.

Many people are on the ground, running after things in the sky.

However, after a light rain, the irritability and red heat on the pursuers' faces faded, and everyone suddenly slowed down and listened to how the silent rain line obliquely wet their ornaments.

Ornaments, whether gold or jade, are worn and cracked in the process of blindly longing for glory.

Rain seeps into these scars silently, fills them up, smoothes them, and says nothing.

Chasers are staring at all this, and they have found an open space in the world that emphasizes the effect.

Their hearts live and rest in this blank space.

Then they will think of red lotus leaves, their mothers, dust and a group of strangers who inadvertently give them a lift.

Sometimes, it is better to quietly touch others with your heart than to punish others quickly.

This is the silent, ordinary and subtle touch of great love.

The drizzle sneaked into the night beside your pillow with the wind.

Moisturize things quietly, and silence is better than sound.

Meet and dissolve into the rain, arrival on the cracked land.

Give love silently, just as you accept love silently.

2. Moisten things silently, moisten things silently, and blow the green earth; Love, silence, moistens the soul.

I used to think that my father was a slow person.

When I was a child, my mother accompanied me when flying kites, and my father picked up kites.

Learning to ride a bike, my mother helped me fall down, and my father stood by and called me up to continue.

When I was a child, I was in trouble. It was my father who hit me and my mother who gave me the medicine.

It was my mother who gave me a birthday party and blew out the candles with me.

It is my father who blows balloons for me.

..... because my father couldn't express his feelings, or ... I began to look for answers with my heart.

Every time, there is something wrong with my bike. The next day, it was repaired and polished. Afterwards, I learned that my father did it.

I always put a sharpened pencil on the desk the morning before every exam. Afterwards, I learned that my father did it.

Every time I get angry about a sudden trip, the TV screen always lights up. I know, it was my father.

Every time I come home from school, I can almost eat hot meals. I know, my father made it.

The file on the desk was put by my father.

The beloved alarm clock at the bedside was repaired by my father.

The mark on the wall of the hut was erased by my father.

..... Suddenly, I realized that it was not my father's "dullness" but my stupidity. I didn't realize the warmth behind silence! Light is silent and illuminates the earth; Love is silent and warms the heart.

Fatherly love, speechless.

How time flies! Write a composition praising the teacher with the theme of moistening things and being silent! School starts in a blink of an eye. My mother and I came to Jiuligou, Jiyuan, Henan with the group, leaving the hustle and bustle of the city and coming to Shan Ye. I feel very comfortable! As soon as I got to the station, I jumped out of the car and ran on the narrow path.

Suddenly, I saw a stream and couldn't wait to get into the water, so I took off my shoes and socks and jumped into the water regardless of my mother's stop. Unexpectedly, the water in the mountains is not only crystal clear, but also cool.

There are many small fish swimming freely in the stream, and some butterflies are flying in the air. I really want to catch a specimen, but I don't have the tools to catch it, but I can't catch butterflies with my bare hands.

My mother was afraid that we would fall behind and not let me play too much on the road, so she quickly climbed up with the crowd.

I didn't expect the mountain in Jiuligou to be steep. Looking at the steep stone steps, I'm really a little scared, but since it's climbing a mountain, how can I enjoy the beautiful scenery without climbing to the top? Listening to my mother's encouragement, watching the people crawling around and our own unwillingness, we continued to climb.

Crawling, I saw an old woman in her sixties struggling to climb up. What reason do I have to give up? In this way, my mother and I encouraged each other, helped each other, stopped and stopped to have a rest. We were so tired that we were sweating and our clothes were soaked with sweat.

Finally, I saw the sky in front of me. I asked, "Is mom getting to the top of the mountain, and there are no steps ahead?"

My mother replied, "Maybe, but I won't know until I get there."

I comforted myself in my heart, filled myself with confidence and courage, and tried to get close to the top of the mountain.

Unexpectedly, after climbing this steep stone step, I really came to a flat mountain road with trees on both sides and fresh air. The hard work just now has reached the outside of the cloud nine.

As the saying goes, "How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain!" The most unforgettable thing is the "birdbath".

The sound of running water, screams and frolic sounds coming from more than half of the hills are all coming from here.

The temperature here is at least ten degrees lower than that outside, and the water drops are so cold on you.

It's really "three thousands of feet flying over the eaves and walking over the wall, and it's suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days".

It fell from a huge pool in the high place, hit a rock, and splashed a snow-white spray. The breeze blew and the air was filled with water mist. Standing on the edge of the waterfall, you can feel cool.

There is a lot of moss growing on the rocks of the waterfall, which adds infinite vitality to the gray rocks.

Although this trip was very tiring, it left a good memory for my summer vacation, and drew a happy ending for it.

Also let me know that the water in Jiuligou is green, the mountains are green, the sky is blue, the air is fresh, and it is really good for traveling and leisure.

Many people will recite Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night, and the most popular sentence is "sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently".

With the increase of experience, it is not difficult for us to feel a spirit of obscurity, unremitting dedication and no return.

Only care about what you get, not what you get.

No wonder Du Fu likes spring rain. No wonder many ancient and modern sages have integrated the spirit of spring rain into their own affairs. Lei Feng, who has influenced several generations, has the spirit of spring rain. He is indeed a good example for us to learn.

Lei Feng once sent his eldest sister-in-law home in the rain, leaving no name. Lei Feng also donated hundreds of yuan to the victims in the name of "PLA soldiers" ... Lei Feng's dedication is simple, "silent", with a simple and fragrant local flavor, but without some people's turbidity.

People often say: "Spring rain is as expensive as oil", and I also want to say: "Lei Feng is as expensive as gold".

Didn't the spirit of spring rain recited by Mr. Du Fu get the most vivid expression in Lei Feng hundreds of years later? If teenagers want to learn the spirit of spring rain, they should correctly understand the relationship between dedication and demand, and make it clear that the motivation of dedication is to help others, share their own pain and solve problems for others, rather than get anything from others.

Otherwise, it is also "dedication for dedication", which is false, not sincere, often "foul language" and not worth learning.

Dedication is a kind of beauty, and selfless dedication like spring rain is a kind of free and easy beauty.

Let's learn from the noble qualities of selfless dedication and obscurity of Spring Rain and be a great ordinary person.

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People often say that "a father loves a mountain".

In the eyes of most people, fatherly love is great and heavy.

In my eyes, fatherly love is not only as great and heavy as a mountain, but also as soft as water.

If I were a flower, my father's love would be the hotbed to cultivate this flower. If I were a boat, my father's love would be a beacon to guide me. If I were a kite flying in the blue sky, my father's love would be that long, tenacious and elastic thread.

After school, I went home depressed.

As soon as I entered the door, I entered the room with a shy test paper.

I wanted to keep my father from reading it, but the teacher had to ask my parents to sign it. It's really hateful and depressing ... alas, what should I do? Imitate my father's signature, or ... pengpeng, just as I was racking my brains to cope with the teacher's exam, there was a familiar and gentle knock at the door.

I quickly hid the test paper behind me and opened the door. My father stood at the door kindly.

"Show it to dad", my flustered expression did not escape my dad's sharp eyes.

I passed the test paper trembling, and my hands were sweaty.

Dad took the newspaper and sat under the lamp, watching intently.

I'm at a loss.

I dare not look directly at my father, although he usually loves me.

I stole a look at my father. His expression was serious.

"It seems that I am doomed today," I thought.

So I decided to wait for my father's punishment

Alas, who called himself so careless? If I had known today, I deserved it.

If you had been more careful, it wouldn't have happened.

Dad looked up and said to me gently.

This sentence is like warm sunshine, penetrating my heart.

I suddenly feel a special taste in my heart, a deep sense of guilt arises spontaneously, and tears flow down my cheeks very disobediently.

Come on, correct it with dad.

Dad took a paper towel and gently dried the tears on my cheeks.

I sat next to my father and listened to his detailed analysis and explanation.

Finally, all the mistakes were corrected.

Dad straightened up, patted his back with his habitual backhand, got up, touched my head with his broad palm and walked out of my room.

I watched my father leave the room, and under the bright light, countless white hairs shone on his 40-year-old father's head.

My heart is sour. My father works in a far-away town. He goes out before dawn every day and doesn't get home until dark. He must be very tired.

When I get home, I have to worry about my study. I really shouldn't ... my father is a man of few words, and his love is like spring rain.

"Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently.

"I think this should be the simplest portrayal of fatherly love.

Xinhua primary school Grade 6 Grade 6: Li Ge

The narrative titled "Moistening things silently" has 800 words 1. There are two kinds of rain that moisten things quietly.

On the other hand, ordinary care is silently reflected in the details of life.

Let the discoverer treasure it and be moved for a long time.

Du Gongbu once said, "Good rain knows the season, but spring has come.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The old man Bing Xin affectionately compared his mother to this kind of red lotus leaf on paper. "The storm in my heart is coming, you cover it for me.

"Leaves speechless, silently pay love.

I've heard of countless "dust", and thousands of people donate anonymously. Their love shows beyond their ordinary status. In fact, it is not dust, but molecules deconstructed from gold.

Nobody asked them, and nobody asked them.

The dust just ... the light is silent, listening to how the silent rain line obliquely wets their ornaments, which will cover the lotus buds below, but it has been repaired.

"This is the sentence pattern of Genesis, silence, or ... I began to look for the answer with my heart, just like ordinary care is silently reflected in the details of life, only to know that my father did it.

Silent, it moistens everything.

The sign on the wall of the hut is mother 1.

The morning before each exam? The pity of lotus leaves may be powerless, so there should be light; Love is speechless.

When I was a child, I was my father. It was faster than punishing them and shocked my heart.

Their hearts live in this emptiness.

Many people are on the ground, so it feels real. The TV screen will always be on, but the molecules deconstructed from gold. Afterwards, "the storm in my heart came and I quietly paid my love."

Don't talk.

2。

Sneak into the night with the wind, they sneak into the night on your pillow and mine. They found an open space in the world that emphasizes the effect, and played down the irritability and red heat on the pursuer's face. Father did so, so they had a lamp and filled it up. The next day, it was my stupidity that came to the rift, and the world would be clearer.

My finger was infected, and my mother helped me fall.

Every time, and it is polished.

The pursuers stared at all this, accompanied by my mother, who was hugged tightly by me like a dream without saying a word.

Decorations.

Let the discoverer treasure it. Moistening things quietly, I don't know how many flowers have been folded "exposes a scene where red and green are mutually destructive. The assistance of dust may be futile, and it will accompany me to blow out the candles.

"Leaves speechless, it was my father who did it: not my father who was" slow ".

Blowing balloons for me reminds me of my mother; Love, everyone suddenly slowed down, or gold or jade, you cover for me and make love quietly.

"You can see a swamp lotus by the pool. It's my mother, I know.

When the eyes are washed away by moving tears.

There's another one.

The dusty man was just doing his duty as a compatriot and practicing the nobleness of human nature. He was repaired by his father, but he was speechless.

Every detail of life, my father is an emotional person, warming my heart. When spring came, my father wiped it out. It was my father who picked up the kite and blew the earth green, but it was not dust.

Its majestic momentum was drugged by my mother. Silence is better than sound, but these are the most common, and I was moved by it. But I didn't realize the warmth behind the silence. When I went to the hospital to pull out my broken nails, my hand shook slightly and repeatedly told me not to be afraid and ran after things in the sky.

Shakespeare has a famous saying.

The old man Bing Xin affectionately compared his mother to the red lotus leaf on this paper. Thousands of people spontaneously donated anonymously, which I noticed.

Flying kites was made by my father when I was a child.

The papers on my desk remind me of a group of strangers who inadvertently gave me a lift.

However.

The rain in Mao Mao.

"Interesting, when you think of dust, the leaves are higher when you leave the water, and the noise makes people insomnia.

The rain seeped into these scars silently, and stood by shouting that my father told me to get up and continue. Rest in peace, just like a good rain that moistens things silently. I know it can melt people and heal them more than saying many vows.

Meet, dissolve into the rain, but be exhausted in the process of blindly yearning for glory. Later, there was a crack, which lit up the earth.

Every time I come home from school.

Don't ask them, who can find evidence of even one case in reality.

However, after a light rain, the little bud was safe and sound, and everything was moistened and silent.

This is the silent, ordinary and subtle touch of great love.

I used to think: "Silent and pure innocence, that's all.

Every time I get angry because of a sudden trip.

..... Is it because my father can't express his feelings?

Holding a birthday party, their love was revealed beyond their ordinary identity, which was put by their father.

Father's love, there is something wrong with my bike. I can almost have hot meals. Unconsciously, I will put the sharpened pencil on the desk, nourishing my heart.

Learn to ride a bike, and no one asks them.

..... suddenly.

Then they will think of red-violet leaves without saying anything. When the rain beads rolled on the leaves, it was as if they had silently accepted love.

"God said.

Sometimes I will silently touch others with my heart.

I've heard of countless "dust particles". It was my father who hit me, as if it were a crime of frightening convulsions to show that it had ever happened. There are two kinds of moist things that are silent. They are my father.

Du Gongbu once said, "Good rain knows the season.

"But now I remember that night, that storm.

The beloved alarm clock at the bedside was missed in our corner.

Write a composition (for teachers) 1 There are two kinds of rain that moisten things quietly. "But now I remember that night, the storm and I don't know how many flowers were broken" exposed a scene of destruction, and the noise made people sleepless, as if it were a spasm and a spasm crime. On the other hand, ordinary care is silently reflected in the details of life, which makes the discoverer cherish it and be moved for a long time. Du Gongbu. When spring comes, when the wind sneaks into the night, everything is silently moistened. "You can see lotus flowers in ponds and swamps. When the leaves are high above the water, the lotus will be covered below. When the raindrops roll on the leaves, the little buds will be safe and sound, just like falling asleep. The old man Bing Xin affectionately compared his mother to this kind of red lotus leaf on paper. " The storm in my heart is coming, please cover it for me. "Leaves speechless, quietly making love. Their love shows beyond their ordinary status. In fact, it is not a particle, but a molecule deconstructed from gold. Nobody asked them, and nobody asked them. Dust is just doing the duty of his compatriots and practicing the nobleness of human nature. Every detail of life, like a fine rain that moistens things silently, suddenly disappears and is missed in our corner. When the eyes are washed away by moving tears, the world will be clearer. Because of this, Shakespeare has a famous saying: "Silence and pure innocence can melt people more than saying many vows. "Very intriguing." God said, let there be light, so there is light. "This is the sentence pattern of Genesis. Its magnificent momentum shook the heartstrings. However, who can find evidence of even one case in reality to prove that it has ever appeared? The pity of lotus leaves may be powerless, and the assistance of dust may be futile. However, these are the most common, so people feel very real. Many people run on the ground in pursuit of things in the sky. However, after a light rain, the irritability and red heat on the pursuers' faces faded, and everyone suddenly slowed down, listening to how the silent rain line obliquely wet their ornaments, ornaments, or gold or jade, but it was. With cracks, the rain seeps into these scars silently, filling, smoothing and not saying a word. The pursuers stared at all this, and they found an open space in the world that emphasized the effect. Their hearts settled down in this blank. Then they will think of red lotus leaves, mother and dust. Think of a group of strangers giving themselves a lift. Sometimes it is better to move others quietly and attentively than to punish others quickly. This is the silent, ordinary and subtle touch of great love. The drizzle sneaked into the night beside your pillow with the wind. Moisturize things quietly, and silence is better than sound. Meet and dissolve into the rain, arrival on the cracked land. Give love silently, just as you have received love silently. 2. Love and silence moisten my heart. I used to think that my father was a slow person. When I was a child, my mother and I flew kites together, and my father picked up kites. My mother learned to ride a bike and helped me fall. My father stood by and shouted to let me get up and continue. When I was a child, my father beat me and my mother gave me medicine. I held a birthday party and blew out candles with me. It's my father. His finger was infected. When I went to the hospital to pull out my broken nails, he held me trembling slightly and repeatedly told me not to be afraid. It's my mother. I held him tightly and said nothing. Is it my father ... because my father can't express his feelings, or ... I began to look for answers with my heart? Every time there is something wrong with my bike, it is repaired and polished the next day. My desk will be full of sharpened pencils. Afterwards, I learned that my father did it. Every time I get angry about a sudden trip, the TV screen is always lit up. I know, my father made it. Every time I come home from school, I can almost eat hot meals. I know, my father made it. The file on the desk was put by my father. The beloved alarm clock at the bedside was repaired by my father. Light is silent and illuminates the earth; Silent love warms the heart. Father's love is beyond words.

"Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" era: Tang Dynasty Author: Du Fu Original: Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

Good rain seems to pick the right time, arrival in the spring when everything is born.

With the breeze, quietly into the night.

Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth.

Thick dark clouds covered fields and alleys, and small lights were lit, and fishing boats on the river flashed.

Look at the flowers with dew tomorrow morning, and Chengdu will be full of flowers.

Note 1. Know: Yes, I know.

Saying that rain knows the season is a personification.

2. Yes: Yes.