The composition of the second-grade writer is 1 standard oval face. A pair of bright eyes seem to be looking for something. A tall straight nose. Small and exquisite lips. This is my mother, my dear mother.
I remember once, I was criticized by my mother for coming home late. I talked back to my mother and ran back to my room angrily. After a while, I only heard my mother say outside the door, "Yizi, it was my mother's fault just now." I shouldn't criticize you like this. Come out for dinner. Don't be hungry. " After listening to what my mother said, I became even more arrogant. He said, "Well, I can't figure it out. What can you do to me? " Mom left without saying anything. After a while, I didn't see any movement I quietly opened a gap in the room, only to hear my mother crying softly in the living room. Maybe I feel guilty about my mother, and crying seems to break my heart. So I crept out to watch, and my mother stopped crying when she saw me. Dry your tears and say to me with a smile, "Oh, you can come out. You must be hungry. Come, come and eat. " It was these words that shocked my heart and made me realize my mistake. I sobbed and said to my mother, "mom, I'm sorry, I was wrong just now." Don't be sad anymore. I will listen to you well in the future, I promise you. " Say that finish, I don't know why, we both began to cry together.
In fact, I know that my mother always covers me when I sleep. Every time I am wronged, my mother is always the first to help me. ...
Mom, I love you. If I can, I will be your daughter in the next life!
He is my friend, and we have been together since childhood. Play together, fight together, even if there is an argument, twist for three seconds and make up. He is brilliant and handsome, but unfortunately. ...
I remember when I was five years old, I played with him in the country. I said, "Let's play hide-and-seek together. You catch, I hide. " I hid in an alley and he couldn't find it anywhere. Suddenly, a big German shepherd appeared in front of me, frantically trying to bite my thigh.
I even called for help, and at that moment, he appeared in front of me, just like the great protector of the Monkey King, picked up the "golden hoop" and punched the "demon", and the "demon" ran away. He lifted me up, looked at my legs and said, "Fortunately, my pants are thick enough, and there is no problem at all."
It was he who helped me when I was most helpless and gave me hope when I was desperate. I said "wait a minute" to him, pulled my sore leg and took out two glasses of juice from grandma's refrigerator, so that I could "swear with him". After drinking the juice, we will become good brothers through thick and thin.
Day after day, year after year, he always appeared in front of me when I needed help; Now, I have no chance to help him.
April 27th, 20xx, was a thunderstorm night. That day, he went to his grandmother's house for dinner. On the way home, there was a car accident and he became a vegetable.
At that moment, I felt naive and unfair! He lived an ordinary life without doing anything wrong, but he was deprived of his freedom. Recalling the dribs and drabs with him, I cried all night.
For three years, he was alive and had a heartbeat, but he didn't open his eyes. I sincerely hope that he can get up to play with me and chat with me, but I know in my heart that he is deceiving himself. Perhaps, this is a test given to me by God.
Each of us has some cocoons tied to our bodies, which absorbs our energy, makes us cold and limits our speed of progress. Only when we experience and accept the facts can we tear these cocoons.
The process of cocoon breaking is painful, but it is also a kind of memory and nostalgia.
There is an elderly scavenger in our village. He may be ordinary to us, but his optimism, positive spirit, hard work and persistence make me awe. It is thought-provoking to see his back still so clear.
The students' long-awaited winter vacation has arrived. Of course, no matter when, the old man will still wander around the garbage dump. I looked at him quietly at the window as usual, and he was still smiling.
Recalling his life experience, I don't know much; His parents abandoned him; When he grew up, his adoptive parents rejected him and stopped raising him. I was scolded and beaten at home, and I was scarred all over. When the village chief saw it, he was abused. At the age of eighteen, he finally escaped from this home. Because I haven't received any study and can't read, I came from society and ran into a wall everywhere. Without a job, he can only make a living by scavenging. It all came from my father.
I remember when I first met you as a child, I liked to call him "Sanwazi", but now I know that it is wrong to call him that. It turned out that for the sake of happiness, he kept screaming repeatedly, but he didn't feel angry at all. On the contrary, he smiled at us and we smiled at him. Every time we turn around, we will play like this. Over time, his back was deeply imprinted in my heart.
Hard work may be your sign. From morning till night, no matter whether there is garbage collection on the ground or not, he insists on walking on this road, not hoping that someone will pay attention to him, but taking it as his own responsibility. Whenever someone encounters difficulties, he will definitely come forward to help; When he doesn't need it, he smiles at people, and there is no loss on his face. At sunset, he hobbled to the "small room" with a snakeskin bag on his back. His back makes me feel a deep and complicated thinking.
Now, he is older. But I still come regularly, leaving the most beautiful back.
After getting over it, I still leaned against the window and quietly looked at his busy back. The unchangeable him and his unchangeable back, and the unchangeable memory!
She has long black hair, rosy face and flat forehead, and almond eyes with a smile under her eyebrows. The tall nose and the small ambition on the deep red lips add a touch of charm to her good looks. She is cheerful, lively and helpful. She is my good friend and best friend-Jony J.
I remember it was a rosy night. I was depressed because my exam results were not satisfactory. As for crossing the road, I rushed out without even looking at the red and green lights. I feel someone pulling me and the car brushing my nose. It turned out that she caught me. I remember she cursed maliciously at that time: "You are killing yourself! Don't look at red and green! Don't lose your life because of a bad grade. Only by protecting yourself can you go all out in the next exam! I was immediately amused by her fierce face and fierce tone.
Another time, on the same road, an old man over sixty was trying to cross the road. Because it was the rush hour, the old man was slow, the green light time was short, and the driver ran the red light, so the old man was very sad to cross the road. Xiao Jia saw this scene without saying anything, and took me to help. The old woman is anxious to go home and pack jiaozi for her grandson. When she saw Xiao Jia and I helping her, an old face turned into a chrysanthemum. Xiao Jia looked nervously at both sides of the road while holding the old woman, for fear that a car that didn't obey the traffic rules would rush out and hit the old man. Finally, with our help, the old woman crossed the road safely. The old woman took some oranges out of her pocket to thank us. I was about to reach out and pick them up, but Jony J grabbed my hand. I raised the red scarf on my chest and gave a team salute to the old man: "Grandma, thank you for your kindness. This is what we should do. Bye! " Then he took my hand and ran away.
This is my good friend, a lively, cheerful and helpful girl-Jony J.
The next day, I wrote composition 5 "That moment"
I lost my patience in the anxious waiting. Today's buses may be very crowded. I forgot to mention it this morning. If you want to get carsick, take the next one. Mother asked cautiously and lovingly. I impatiently dumped a past, "whatever". Finally got on the crowded bus, I frowned and turned my head to one side angrily. There is a seat over there. Go sit down. I went up to him and sat down casually. "This is for your mother. Your mother is in poor health. " The assistant aunt next to him said. I suddenly blushed and was forced to face. I barely managed to squeeze out this sentence, "Mom, you sit down." He said that he didn't seem to leave his seat. "Sit by yourself, let her sit, she will get carsick." Mom said with a loving smile. Hahaha has been ill for more than ten years. As a daughter, I seem to have forgotten this responsibility. Suddenly, it occurred to me ... "Mom, I must be a doctor in the future, specializing in hahaha disease." "Baby daughter, you can do whatever you want in the future. Mom doesn't have to worry. " What is wrong with me? I forgot that my mother who loved her for more than ten years also got carsick!
At that moment, I seemed to have grown up a lot. My mother is a sharp-tongued and cruel woman. When I was a child, I beat her daughter around the table with a feather duster, which was her mother, but her mouth was still smiling. She must hate iron for not turning into steel. She loves and hates it! When I grew up, I learned how to rebel in adolescence. It's common not to be persuaded by your mother. I often lose my temper because I'm not understood.
The warm wind outside the window blows on my face, just like my mother's hand once brushed.
The lives of six people who wrote compositions in the second day of junior high school, no matter good or bad, all started from their parents. What is better than parents? Fame and fortune are just dust. Strangers you don't know and even some so-called friends naturally want you to fall. If it does fall, it will be as they wish. Who loves you more than your parents in the world?
How many people are left around you when you are depressed?
When have parents ever been divorced and betrayed? My parents have never left me, even if they are not with me, my heart has always been concerned. It was my fault before. I don't care. I don't cherish it. I will never forget that rainy night, the most helpless night, the night of conscience discovery: the rain was not a downpour, but it was enough to get wet. I stood in front of the teaching building and was disappointed for a long time, but I didn't see my friend, so I resolutely stepped into the rain. How much I love this rain, but now she gives me helplessness. I remember how short the familiar road was, but now she has made the way longer. I walked sadly, remembering that I had impatiently refused my mother's pick-up on rainy days. I thought my friend would always be loyal. However, regret is useless. I didn't see anyone in such a crowded crowd. At this time, I inadvertently looked up and saw my father's stalwart figure. What did you say then?
Like a straw of hope. As usual, he didn't blame me. After that, I often imagine my mother, who was neglected under my friend's umbrella after school on a rainy day, and her face was worried, while I was shamefully careless and laughed with my friend, the one who cheated me.
I can't help crying from time to time. I still love rain, but it is more profound.
The second-grade writer's composition 7 is of medium height and fashionable clothes show that she is so young and noble. Black curls sets off a white face, and a pair of phoenix eyes under thin arch eyebrows are so crystal clear in Ming Che. She always walks briskly without losing her reserve.
Teacher's Affection: Criticism
"Do you have any opinions on this matter yourself?" Teacher Chen asked me with my criticism letter: "You have seriously violated the school rules and been recorded as a misdemeanor. The teacher is really disappointed. " I kept my head down. "In fact, the teacher still likes you, but why can't you restrain yourself?" My eyes began to cry. "I hope you really realize your mistakes and reflect on them." My tears began to drip slowly, and I cried.
This is my Chinese teacher-strict and respectable.
Teacher's deep affection: praise
"Teacher, you have taught us for a semester. Thank you, you have worked hard. This is the card I made for you myself. I hope you will like it. " The teacher grinned: "Ha ha ha ha, great! Thank you. " Teacher Chen turned over the test paper on the desk and said to me, "Yes, you did so well in the final exam that the teacher didn't even reward you!" " "We laughed." I can only praise you, haha. It's really great, come on! "
This is my Chinese teacher-sincere and kind.
Teacher's love: support
"It's a good thing to pause for a while and think about future study. Planning your future study, good grades are the real skill! No matter whether you are a class cadre or not, the teacher likes you so much and supports you! " Seeing Mr. Chen reply to my message, my eyes filled with tears. Yes, Miss Chen. Since you taught me the first grade, you have given me unlimited support and strength. Although it is not a thousand words, it is enough.
This is my Chinese teacher-amiable.
Yes, this is my Chinese teacher. Although ordinary, she has a great soul.
What is a friend? When you are happy, you are not easy to forget. When you are in pain, you are the first person to look for. You needn't say thank you for your help. There is no need to feel guilty after being disturbed. You are never hard on yourself. You are never wary of others. You failed in Maicheng and didn't respect you particularly. You rise step by step, so that you will never change!
The space for friends is very extensive. There is a big difference between friends in life and friends in sense. The number of friends lies in getting along with others. Friends don't need too much, as long as they are good, relatives are far and near, and friends are thick and thin. Frequent contact will bring the friendship between you and me closer. Spiritual friends will help me solve problems and are long-term friends. Material friends will take your things and leave you one day. Friends don't need to be loyal to each other, just try their best. At a critical moment, someone will thank you for doing something for a friend, even if it doesn't succeed. Your personality determines your own way of doing things. Selfish people will never get friends and will live very tired. On the contrary, generous people will make many friends, and they can tolerate the shortcomings of others in their hearts, which will increase their many advantages. Don't think about other people's shortcomings and cultivate narrow-minded thoughts. Everyone has a kind heart. In the vast sea of people, it is fate that you and I can get along. You rarely try to accept everyone around you, and you will feel that life is still a lot of fun. Cherishing our friendship and friends is indispensable and eternal wealth in life, my friend.
I will cherish it.
Because what is lost can never be owned again.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and in a blink of an eye, I will graduate from primary school. I will leave my alma mater soon and say goodbye to my classmates and teachers. On this parting day, I want to say to every teacher in my alma mater, "Thank you, good teachers in my heart!" " "Thank you, Miss Liu! In those short two years, you taught me to love my motherland and study hard for its prosperity. You taught me to respect teachers and unite my classmates; You laid the most solid foundation for my primary school. So I went to the third grade with confidence. Thank you-Teacher Zhang! During my two years in middle school, you taught me to be diligent and be a down-to-earth honest man. You are always by my side to remind me and teach me the truth of being a man. So, I remembered your teachings and proudly embarked on the road of grade five. Thank you-Teacher Ye! During my two years in senior three primary school, you taught me important learning methods and corrected my learning mistakes. You taught me to be tolerant and harmonious; It was you who encouraged me at the critical moment and strengthened my confidence in learning. Therefore, I want to take your teaching to a new school and a new journey! Thank you, good teachers in my heart! It is you who have cultivated a young and ignorant me into a sensible me, a knowledgeable me and a confident me! You have taught me knowledge and philosophy of life, and I will never forget your kindness in education. I will keep in mind your teachings, study hard and repay you with the best results. Here, I would like to extend my most sincere wishes to all the hard-working teachers: I wish you good health! You did a good job. Meanwhile, please wait for the good news of what I have learned!
Grandma's life is very hard. When she was a child, she became an orphan. She is hungry and cold, and she has tasted the warmth and coldness of the world. After marrying my grandfather, life became more difficult. But she always looks at everything optimistically.
Grandma is very hardworking. Before the reform and opening up, she was a sericulture worker in the production team, and her output was always the highest. It is not easy for grandma to have five children. Whenever grandma talks about the past, her eyes always shine. "I finally had a wonderful day today." Grandma can enjoy life, I always sigh, alas, my life with grandma is too different to compare.
The biggest blow to grandma was grandpa's death. My grandfather died of stomach cancer when I was in fifth grade. During that time, grandpa was tortured to death by illness, and life was worse than death. We are all very sad, helpless and desperate, and we are all preparing for grandpa's funeral. But grandma didn't give up and took care of grandpa in front of the hospital bed as always. From her eyes, I read strong, grandma is really optimistic! But a few days later, grandpa passed away. We are all worried that grandma will have an accident because she can't stand it. After all, grandparents have taken care of each other for decades.
However, grandma was unexpectedly optimistic and strong. After the funeral for grandpa, she dried her tears and took care of the shop left by grandpa alone. We tried to persuade her to close the shop, but she wouldn't listen and was still busy with everything optimistically. Although business is getting less and less, she said it was grandpa's hard work.
Because there is a bright red "fold" written upstairs, people who come to the store to buy things are like nine Niu Yi hairs, but grandma has never complained about anything, and still sticks to the shop left by grandpa, guarding his thoughts and hopes for life.
A white-haired old man, a rickety old man, she is so ordinary. But it is from such an ordinary old man that I learned a lot. ...
Write 1 1 "The stars are shining in the quiet night, and the teacher's light is still on ..." It's late at night, people have entered a sweet dream, and only the light in one room is still on. Under the desk lamp, she is correcting her homework meticulously ... She is our head teacher, Miss Ma. Teacher Ma's smile, like the sunshine in spring, warms our hearts.
I remember when I first entered the school gate, I was afraid to raise my hand in class because I was timid, but I wanted to answer questions. Teacher Ma read my mind and encouraged me to get up and answer with a smile. Because of my timidity, my voice is as small as that of a mosquito, and I stammer. The students all laughed, so I closed my mouth. The teacher came to my side, gave me a shallow smile, looked at me with that kind eyes, and suddenly a warm current spread all over my body. I plucked up the courage to answer the question completely again. The teacher smiled happily and said to me, "Isn't this great?" That's it from now on! "Since then, I am no longer afraid, and I am also very active in answering questions, and I have gained a lot of fun from it.
Another time, in class, the teacher was lecturing when he suddenly came to my seat with a ruler and a smile on his face. What is this? The students all looked up in surprise. The teacher silently measured the distance between my seat and the seat of a classmate in front. Oh, I see. I put my desk too far in front, so there is no room for the students in the front row. I immediately moved the table back. The students suddenly realized that they burst out laughing, and I smiled shyly. Teacher Ma looked at my every move and showed a gratified smile on her face.
Teacher Ma's smile is so amiable and respectable. Whenever I see her smiling face, I think of flowers. Her smiling face is as beautiful as a flower. Flowers will fade, and teachers' smiling faces will never disappear!
The roots of the composition 12 written by junior two writers are deeply rooted in the soil and gravel, growing silently in the dark and supporting the tree. It collects water and nutrients all the time, transports them upwards, and maintains the life of trees. It is alive, and it can't enjoy the air on the ground and bathe in the bright sunshine all its life. But he has no regrets and silently contributes.
When we walk on clean and tidy streets, do you think of some people? Yes, those who silently contribute to the beautification of the city-sanitation workers. It was they who cleaned the dirty streets spotless. I was deeply impressed by one of the sanitation aunts.
Yes, it was a windy morning. After a night of strong wind, the leaves on the tree fell off the tree. At about six o'clock, I went out for a run and saw a sanitation aunt sweeping more than half of a road not far from my home from west to east. Aunt swept with her calloused hands waving a broom. I went up to ask my aunt; "Have you been sweeping for a long time?" My aunt said without thinking, "I start sweeping the floor at five o'clock every day." You see, that's how wrinkled faces are made. I asked again, "I saw you sweep the ground for decades?" Aunt smiled and said, "I have been sweeping for more than 30 years." I asked again, "Then why don't you retire?" My aunt said, "I'm a little old, but I can still sweep." I don't want to regret it when I can't sweep. " Now I want to serve the people more and give full play to my residual heat. "
This ordinary sanitation worker reminds me of a famous saying: people live to make others live happier. Maybe this sanitation worker doesn't know this sentence. But she told us the true meaning of this sentence with her unknown actions. Such people are the most beautiful!
There are many different kinds of love, caring love, considerate love and friendship love in the world, and the most shocking and touching thing is maternal love that no love can replace.
When we studied the text "Missing in Autumn", most students were deeply moved. The terminally ill mother still insists on taking care of her son whose legs are paralyzed. This article mainly talks about "I" after my legs were paralyzed, and my temper became furious and pessimistic. My mother just "sneaked out" and "sneaked in". When I promised to see the chrysanthemum, she was overjoyed. He was more sensitive to words like "run" and "step" than "me". Through these details, I expressed my mother's deep love for me. In order to summon up the courage to live, I had to pretend to be strong. When she was terminally ill and suffered from liver disease all night, she insisted on pushing me to Beihai Park to see chrysanthemums. I want to use chrysanthemums to encourage "me" and inspire the author's strength and courage to live. At the last breath of her life, when she was about to leave this world, she was still thinking about "me" and her underage sister. By the time my mother worked hard, she had already passed away.
It is really a great maternal love. Think about our mother carefully, isn't it the same? Think too much about children and too little about yourself. As long as you pay, you don't ask for anything in return.
I remember once having a high fever, and my mother didn't sleep a wink all night. She kept pouring water for me, wiping my sweat and changing clothes. I fell asleep, and my mother immediately changed my dry place. Who wants to taste this? This made me deeply realize: "Only mother and son have deep affection in the world"; Maternal love is the greatest and most selfless love in the world; From this, I also thought that we should cherish maternal love. In the face of difficulties and setbacks, we must be strong, be a useful person to society to repay maternal love and live up to our mother's hopes.
When I wrote 14, I still remember that it was a sunny morning, and the sky was a fish-belly white. I set foot on the road of piano grading examination, rode my bike back and forth in the wind, and unconsciously arrived at the place where I took the piano grading examination.
In front of me, I am a senior three. She wore a ponytail and a school uniform. She seems eager to take the exam. She looked at the piano score, mumbled the score and reviewed the music she had played. Looking at the way I looked around, she smiled at me and reminded me, "Sister, it's your turn to play soon. Why not take the time to review the score again? "
"The music is all in my head!" I answered casually. But when I tried to search the score of that song silently in my mind, I didn't expect the middle paragraph to come to my mind. Sweat immediately emerged from my forehead. I am so confident that overconfidence has turned into conceit. I have to work so hard to prepare all this ... oh, I really can't think about it. What shall we do? It will be my turn soon.
Seeing that I rummaged through my bag and couldn't find the book, my eldest sister generously handed me the book in her book: "Look at mine, I remember almost." At this critical moment, she is willing to lend me the book! I was a little shocked and even forgot to say thank you. I saw that she immediately walked into the examination room, and a melodious tune came. I feel like nature. It was her superb piano skills that infected me, and it was her beautiful heart that touched me. The judges and teachers gave her high marks, and I instantly felt that she was beautiful not only because of her music, but because of her music.
It's my turn She gave me a warm smile. "Come on!" She told me with encouraging eyes, and in this way, I played a warm tune with her full blessing.
Strangers are not strangers. They are all around us. Sometimes, they are like lighthouses in the dark, illuminating us. As long as you get closer, you will find that they are not as cold-blooded as we thought. They will help us like friends. Let's say sincerely, "Hello, stranger!" " "
Write 15, the second day, there is a cup of jasmine tea on the wooden table, and you can ask the faint fragrance from a distance. ...
"This setback how so big, I don't believe you will be more stupid than the first person to take the exam! I don't know how to seriously reflect on this exam. I'm still playing here, and I have no motivation at all. See what you will do in the future! " As far as I can remember, this is the first time my father scolded me for my grades. I remember he used to be proud of me, but this time, did I really let him down? I looked up and saw him turn his back, and left a sentence by the way: It's up to you. If I see such results next time, you can't expect to have extra time!
It is strange that I didn't cry after hearing such a harsh sentence from my father, which even puzzled me. Perhaps, I have shed tears after the exam. Or maybe, I don't know what to cry about, just reading books I shouldn't read.
A weekend that should have been spent happily was spent in endless boredom. When I dragged my tired body immersed in the sea of books and sat on the bed with a faint head, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of the tea on the table. I have no time to make tea. My mother is not at home. That's my father's masterpiece. However, there seems to be something else under the crystal of that glass. They all say curiosity kills the cat, although I'm not a cat. But I walked over.
Take out the cup, it turned out to be an ordinary note, but the content on it is really unusual. "Daughter, this is dad's fault. Forget that you also have your difficulties and criticize you indiscriminately. But I know your strength is more than that. I just hope you can be careful next time and try your best not to regret it. Come on! Dad believes you! "
My eyes were red, and a drop of tears fell, but the smile on my mouth gradually faded. Father is a person who is not good at expressing his feelings. Unlike his mother, he will never say the word "love you". But that doesn't mean he doesn't love you, because he always hides in the corner and loves his children silently. That love is deep and dignified.