Composition 1: Between gestures

When my grandfather died, my grandmother talked to him in a low voice all night, or looked at him as if time had stood still.

When I was a child, I liked to go to my grandfather's house. Grandpa knows many interesting things, and grandma is a superb cook. Every time I listen to Grandpa happily finish a paragraph, Grandpa and grandchildren are hungry. So grandpa crept into the kitchen, grabbed some freshly fried chicken chops while grandma was away, and came back to share them with me like a child. Several times, my grandfather was "stolen" by my grandmother and had to be beaten by my grandmother. Then we obediently set the table for dinner. At that time, I was really happy.

Sometimes it takes grandma a long time to buy food. Grandpa was so anxious that he couldn't sit still and looked out of the window, hoping to see grandma. However, when I learned that my grandmother had come to Wan Li not far to buy our favorite authentic beef, my grandfather smiled again.

However, later, grandpa went to another world that he could never touch again.

The first time I didn't eat grandpa's meal, I ate it in a hotel. Grandma came, but she was unhappy. Grandpa was missing from the tableware prepared for everyone, but when the waiter brought a chair, grandma refused and thanked her.

Grandma said, "The old man told me in his dream last night that he wanted to eat, too. He should be glad that you all remember what he wants to eat. However, it is enough for the old man to say that he wants to sit in a chair with me ... "Grandma is a simple person, but her words have impressed me more than any famous book.

Grandparents always exude something that I can't say, but always want to be close to.

Therefore, even in Tomb-Sweeping Day before the college entrance examination, I still insisted on climbing mountains, sweeping my grandfather's grave and communicating with him silently.

Grandma carefully, carefully set out a small table of exquisite and delicious rice and put it in front of grandpa's grave. Grandma always cries at this time. I know, grandma heard that people in the other world really want to eat sacrificial food, but their throats are only as big as the eye of a needle. Grandma will be sad to think of grandpa like that. And grandma's folded paper money is too thick to burn. If those flying ashes can bring grandma's thoughts, then I think those are the most beautiful love letters.

The little tricks and conversations between my grandparents let me witness their persistence. My eyes are often wet, perhaps because of the long-standing noise, which finally touches a string that has not been dialed for a long time in my heart.

I always try to convey something between gestures. Is it admiration for love or gratitude for love?

Comments: This article has a good selection of materials. It chose tricks and dialogues between grandparents. It looks trivial and ordinary, but it is full of life, permeating the feelings of the characters, and vividly describing the affection between loving elderly couples. The author observes life carefully and deeply, so the article is emotional.

Composition 2: between gestures

Do you know the meaning of "gentleman" and the concept of "noble"?

Please forgive me for asking you so directly. I didn't see your shabby clothes; I didn't notice your shiny shoes. I just want to know if the coin you gave the beggar yesterday was gently put into his broken bowl after crouching down; Today, do you have a handful of rice for the stray cats downstairs in your bulging wallet?

I want to know whether you stand in this noisy and lonely world, bending gracefully or raising your head humbly. Bend down and reach out, what a humble and submissive gesture, but what a warm gesture of a noble gentleman.

Like many people and you, I was shattered by the Wenchuan earthquake. On TV, volunteers walked through the ruins, tents and wards again and again, bent down and reached out to hug the children's tearful or callous faces.

You say that your clothes are shabby and your shoes are shiny, but these shabby clothes and shiny shoes are not a gentleman's clean clothes. "Gentleman" is a resounding address for nobles. You can see that they interpret the meaning of kindness, caution and Xiu De in their gestures. They may have a white face that has experienced many vicissitudes, but the clean luster between skirts will never fade.

Between gestures, they will always be humble stooges, putting themselves in a very low position in the world to look forward to happiness, cherishing the present and being pious and grateful for everything they have; They even make a hand gesture and ask the world with a smile: Do you need help?

Modest gentlemen like jade in this world, even if their hands and feet shine like fireflies, will blend into an ocean of light, and there should be Bai Hong and spring breeze.

Comments: This article is characterized by being written in the second person, calm and cordial. The article accurately grasps the connotation of "gentleman", with special emphasis on modesty, cautious independence, Xiu De, and being as gentle as jade, which shows that the author has a certain cultural accomplishment. The article repeatedly emphasizes the image of a bender, which reflects the humility of a gentleman, especially in combination with the image of a volunteer in the Wenchuan earthquake, which can attract public attention.

Composition 3: between gestures

I am very elegant. -inscription

Grandpa is old party member, and his grandparents are adherents of the Qing Dynasty. He raised me single-handedly, but he was very disciplined. Hours don't understand, always hate him:

Say goodbye and greetings to your family when you go home; When eating, don't move chopsticks when your family is away. Pick up food nearby and eat whatever you pick up. Don't rummage through bowls and plates. Don't eat or talk; Sleep in a correct position, with your legs together and lying on your side; Sit upright, stand upright, walk with your head held high; Don't interrupt when others are talking, cover your mouth and turn your head when sneezing. ...

So many rules and regulations bind me like chains. Although I know that adult education is good for me, I find that children of the same age rarely suffer similar treatment to me. Because of grandpa's strict teaching, I have to learn self-restraint and discipline since I was a child, which is actually quite painful for a naughty and playful child.

As I grow older, these rules and regulations give me what I call quality and education. The small details displayed between gestures shine with the brilliance of personality.

So I always say "please, I'm sorry, thank you …" and I mean it from the heart; So I never interrupt others at will and wait patiently for them to finish; So I worked as a labor Commissioner for three years, and I always sang happily at work; So when the teacher assigned a lot of homework and the students lamented, I silently wrote down the homework. ...

Gesture is a ruler, and it is a standard to measure people's inner gold content. People with high gold content will, I dare say, become great men.

Turgenev searched his wallet in order to give alms to beggars on the roadside, but found no money. He had to hold the beggar's hand and say, "I'm sorry, friend"; When the comrades are away, Lei Feng washes and dries clothes for everyone. Premier Zhou Enlai dressed neatly and talked generously. Did it happen overnight? Or as in Soldier Assault, the comrades on duty only know how to drink tea and play cards all day, and a person silently carries a stone, and a road is built after a long time of cold. ...

Raising your hand is a trivial matter, breaking your foot is a trivial matter, and the details are even more trivial. Eating is a trivial matter, talking is a trivial matter, going to the street is a trivial matter, going home is also a trivial matter, and socializing with friends is also a trivial matter. In fact, life is such a small thing that we need to do it bit by bit. Even a small matter like national rejuvenation needs everyone to do it seriously.

I understand grandpa's good intentions more and more, and I thank him more and more. He told me with strict education that I want to be a person who inherits the tradition of China and has high gold content.

I don't want more people like my grandfather, more people, to cultivate an excellent generation. Let the elegant and noble Chinese style be passed down from generation to generation!

Comments: Growing up is the characteristic of this article. What is commendable is that the author summarizes his own personal experience, thinks of the successful experience of celebrities and great men, and realizes that details make great men. Because grandpa's words and deeds combine the typical life details of celebrities and great men, avoiding abstract reasoning. Language has its own characteristics and is rich and colorful in fluency.

Composition 4: between gestures

The wheel of life is slowly moving forward, and mankind has grown from a young and ignorant population to a highly civilized and intelligent creature. Knowledge and responsibility make us gradually get rid of the self-centered narrowness and think more and more about being kind to nature. And I want to say, be kind to nature, please start with your gestures.

There are many environmentalists in this world. They can hold large-scale demonstrations to protest against the cruel killing of whales by the Japanese, and they can also build strange and sturdy wooden houses to live in trees to oppose the deforestation of forests by businessmen. Sometimes, we can't help but feel that such courage and feat are too far away from us. There is nothing wrong. But love and kindness don't always have to be expressed by earth-shattering sacrifices. Between gestures, you can show kindness to nature.

Bend down and bypass the drooping branches, gently pick up the flowers blown by the wind, lovingly send away the little spider that accidentally falls on your book, and lovingly treat the homeless and hungry stray dogs ... The equal love and respect between creatures are revealed by gestures. Don't think these are trivial things. Because nature is embodied in every weak life, every little gesture is to cherish and protect nature. We need a large-scale environmental movement, but more importantly, we need to be small and meticulous.

There is a scene in the cartoon The Journey to the West that impressed me the most: Tang Priest was meditating and chanting, and suddenly an ant landed in his hand. The Tang Priest didn't shake his hands roughly or run over bugs directly. He just gently put the ant's hand on the ground and let the panicked ant leave safely. I remember that when I saw this passage when I was a child, I always laughed at Tang Priest's pedantry and hypocrisy, but as I grew older, I gradually understood that it was kindness that made me a compassionate saint and showed the love and wisdom of the Buddha. Similarly, when we accumulate goodwill towards nature through gestures, who can say that we are not real environmentalists?

Who said that human beings should treat themselves and the earth with universal love? The world outlook tells us to learn to treat nature equally and treat human beings as ordinary members of the earth. When it comes to turning ideas into actions, I think we should look at the world from the most microscopic point of view and look at our own behavior. Because this is a small act of kindness, it reflects the light of a soul and a sincere heart full of love and beauty.

Comments: The article is very successful. This paper takes knowledge as the highest priority, and its intention is concentrated and profound. It emphasizes being kind to nature, conforms to the requirements of the proposition, and keenly hits social hotspots, effectively combining the microscopic things of gestures with the macro proposition of protecting nature. Of course, writing the details in cartoons will give the article a concrete and sensible picture.

Standing at the door of literature

The green mountains are faint and the green waters are distant. I stand at the door of literature and catch a glimpse of what is flowing in that door, which is the fragrance of pen and ink, outlining the charm of the cool breeze and the bright moon; Indus drizzle, red candle in the west window; I stood at the door of literature, and I caught a glimpse of the deep sadness and long-lasting affection flowing in that door. Standing at the door of literature, I can already hear the flute, sigh, flute and beauty in the door; Standing at the door of literature, the swaying thoughts in my heart have turned into a river and flowed into the world inside.

Standing at the door of literature, I have a feeling of awe to listen to the songs of those noble souls, to stop and watch the spiritual flowers hidden behind the words, and to harvest a sunny ideal and lofty yearning.

In the twilight, Yi Deng is like a bean and a book is like a sail, sending me to the door of literature. The heroic generation of Jieshi in the East, drinking near the river and writing poems, can still sing the unyielding voice of "an old horse riding high, aiming at a thousand miles, a martyr dying and marching forward", and that vigorous spirit often makes me applaud. A poetical woman who drifted and sank in troubled times spun her hatred for the country into willow smoke and blew the plum flute with sadness. Even if there are more people than yellow flowers in the west wind, she will still leave a strong and colorful stroke with her weak talent in the realm of extinction. Those sonorous or soft words splashed down in the long river of history, stirring out distant voices.

The soul and life that have been artistized by literature are forever solidified in the palace of literature. When I stood at the door of literature, I was deeply infected by the lofty spirit, and tears full of joys and sorrows soaked me. They existed in the sight of history in the form of literature, captured me easily, and stopped my pace with the words forged by their noble souls, refusing to be idle foxes and rabbits on earth again.

Standing at the door of literature, the philosophy of life floating in that door, like bright stars in the night, lit up my life journey.

Shi Tiesheng, who laughs at himself that "occupation is illness, and writing is amateur", deeply touched me by his thinking about life in his words, and his persistence made me calm and calm when I encountered bumps. Bing Xin's deep sea and holy maternal love also made me stop to observe the love that filled my life during the rush. After reading How Steel was Tempered, I was moved by Paul's iron will. Reading Robinson Crusoe, I appreciate the harmony between life and nature. ...

The life form and attitude of literature, such as drizzle and flying flowers, have soaked life and paved the poetic years. When I stood at the door of literature, the rain at dusk and the morning breeze came, which made me strong and poetic.

Standing at the door of literature, after all, I just appreciate different kinds of literature. I know that one day, I will walk into the palace of literature and outline a different life style with my own pen.

Review expert opinions

Appreciate different kinds of Gankun in literature, listen, watch and gain with awe; Wandering in the ocean of literature, I can appreciate the soul and life of art and the philosophy of life scattered from my works, so that I can walk strongly and poetically in the journey of life, calmly and calmly. The author turned his thoughts into a river of spring water, which flowed into the world at the gate of literature. He was free, indulged and truly realized, and was brilliant in the discussion. The article has profound accumulation, clear thinking, elegant language and beautiful writing. Judging from the author's love for literature and Chinese accomplishment, entering the literary palace is just around the corner!

That was really fun.

Father finally fulfilled his promise that had been delayed for three years.

On the endless grassland, lying on my father's belly, enjoying the fragrance of grass comfortably. Looking at the back of my mother not far away, plating a layer of gold in the sunset, a feeling of happiness began to brew in the air and ripple in my heart.

Three years ago, at my father's carefully prepared birthday dinner, I received a birthday present-a trip to the grassland. This is undoubtedly a surprise for me. Anyone who has read Lao She's Grassland should have daydreamed about the grassland more than once like me. So I study harder. When I was firmly in the first place, the good news of my father's promotion once again delighted my family. But no one knows that my grassland dream is broken. My new father almost disappeared from my life, but every time I came home late, he would leave a kiss on my forehead and let me chew like an old cow. In disappointment and understanding, I gradually learned to get comfort from books and learn to wander in books, including flying in that vast and magical land. ...

After graduating from primary school, Ben wanted to stay at home as usual and let books drive away loneliness. Who would have expected to wait for his father's notice one night: "Pack your things and go to the grassland tomorrow." Outside the window, the moon is full.

Sitting on the bus and watching everything disappear in an instant, I suddenly realized that the most beautiful thing is not the scenery outside the window, but my father's kind face. Simply leaning on his shoulder, I smelled a faint smell of fatherly love in my shirt, with a faint smell of smoke.

When I got to the grassland, I threw myself into its arms. Father is right, this is a magical land, and none of the articles I have read can show its beauty.

The phone rang again, and my heart was tense, as if my father was going to disappear from my world for some time. I dare not look into my father's eyes, but I listened to his solemn answer: "I am doing something very important, please help me to get rid of anything." I looked up at my father with joyful eyes, and his smile was reflected in my eyes.

Father pulled me on horseback and we galloped on the vast grassland. It seems that the protrusion of the horse may fall off the back of the horse at any time, but in my father's arms, I know it will never happen. The wind blew briskly, the sky was blue and the sun was warm.

At dusk, the afterglow of the sun kissed the grassland, and we unconsciously lay on this land together. Only my mother refused. She said the ground smelled of horse manure. Lying on my father's big belly, watching the sunset in the sky, I suddenly remembered the scene of spending 1 million with my family on a weekend in oral communication class. I feel that I am a shrewd businessman and have done the most profitable business in the world.

The wind is quiet and the grass is soft, and the legend in my father's mouth has become the most beautiful fairy tale. There is a breath of happiness brewing in the air filled with the fragrance of grass, like an old daughter's red. Just taking a sip will make people ecstatic. Mother's singing, swaying grass shadow, I felt the so-called happiness in the philosophical population under the rolling mountains, on this unforgettable night.

1, that was really fun.

The morning light shone brilliantly on my little bed through the glass, and I opened my sleepy eyes. At that moment, happiness flooded into my sunny day.

For every new sapling, every young leaf is his happiness;

For every budding bud, every drop of rain and dew is his happiness;

For every full day, every wonderful moment is his happiness;

However, for me, every day in the sun is happy.

Every day when I open my eyes, I breathe the fresh air by the river. The smell of the moist river is refreshing with a certain earthy fragrance. Birds are singing in my ear. It was a bit messy at first, so I can understand the mystery of this nature. When I wash my face outside the window, there is a lake of clear water under the rolling mountain. The mountain is hazy and the water in the basin is hazy. The water in the basin is also a smell, which melts into a scene outside the window.

Nature is beautiful, and it is happy to enjoy it. And I, of course, am a happy person who can live beside this nature. I remember a famous saying, "It is not the lack of beauty in the world, but the lack of eyes to find beauty." Happiness also needs us to discover.

Perhaps, the dull life makes you feel that everything is indifferent and tasteless; Perhaps, what you are used to makes you feel that everything is taken for granted; Perhaps, almost the same day every day makes you feel that happiness is gone, but when you calm down and reflect carefully, you will find that you have been living in happiness, and you will feel "I am a happy person".

Be careful of every detail in your life!

Even if it's just a gesture between husband and wife, even if it's just a glass of water held by a child, even if it's just a blessing from a stranger? You can feel happy and radiant.

The discovery of happiness, let a cuckoo spread a flaming valley, let a whistle explode into a brilliant movement, and look forward to the future from a piece of bread. At that time, you will find that you are a happy person.

At night, I lay in my little bed, singing with insects and birds, and talking in the moonlight. I will feel "I am very happy" when I reflect on my life for a day.

That was really fun.

When I was a child, happiness was a sweet lollipop, an interesting story told by my mother, and the happiness when my brother and sister played with me ... where is happiness now? He seems to be playing hide-and-seek with us, but all he finds is difficulty, sadness, reprimand and infinite pressure ... I think many people will think so. Happiness seems out of reach, always recalling the happiness and happy childhood in the past. I want to find him, I want to find my happiness. So, I embarked on a journey to find happiness.

When I searched aimlessly, the more I tried to find him, the farther away he seemed to be from me. I'm disappointed. I can't find him. He stayed in my primary school, my carefree place. So I gave up. I want to eat, sleep, study, watch TV and play computer as before; Eating, sleeping, studying, TV, computer ... I turned on the TV "A mother in a city disabled her daughter because of her unsatisfactory exam results". From the photo, I saw that her face and hands ... were in pieces. Looking at the little girl, I couldn't help but gasp. There is no such cold-blooded mother in the world! As the saying goes, "the child is the mother's heart", but where is the affection for the mother here? How did she cherish this piece of meat? At this time, I thought of my mother. I thought of my father working in the city when I was a child, and my mother took care of me at home. Because of his busy work, my father seldom comes back, and all the expenses at home are paid by my mother. She goes out early and comes back late every day, thinking that I failed in the exam and her mother encouraged me again and again ... but I didn't cherish it. I lied to her again and again, didn't listen to her, and talked back to him ... My face turned red unconsciously, but a warm current flowed all over my body, which was very warm. This is probably happiness! On this trip, I saw the dawn, the dawn in the dark, and that person looked very bright. I saw the dawn, I was close to success, so I decided to go back to this road. "Kid sister, you know what? Aftershocks of magnitude 5.7 and 5.4 occurred in Qingshan, Sichuan and Ningqiang, Shaanxi! Scary! " "Ah?" Earthquake, earthquake, earthquake, earthquake again. How many people are homeless, separated from their wives and unable to go to school normally because of this hateful earthquake ... Some children have experienced this before they can remember, and I, I just divorced my parents? At least my parents love me. I have many friends, and we often chat without any secrets. I share about CDB, share my worries about sad things, and give my parents anything they want ... but I still feel that life is not good enough: every day when I come back from school, my father nags me. They should be very happy. They are "free". Don't! Not at all! They cried and cried, crying so sadly that no one could understand their pain except themselves. I know, knowing that parents nag, go to school and have a warm home is happy.

……

Gradually, I realized a little happiness from some small things in my life. I want to write them down. But happy things never seem to end, and they will never end. I don't think my journey to find happiness will end so soon, maybe tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, a week, a month, a year, maybe a lifetime.

That was really fun.

The senior high school entrance examination will be held tomorrow. I sat at my desk and couldn't calm down for a moment. My father is on a business trip, and my mother works the night shift in the hospital. I'm really lonely at home alone. I remember when my mother left just now, I asked her to stay with me, but she still left me cruelly and left alone.

Alas! At this critical moment, I can't get special care from my parents. Who would have thought that a so-called happy family would be so "unfortunate"? I had to smile helplessly, bury my head deeply and face the thick books on the desktop.

"Ding Dong, Ding Dong and Ding Dong." There were three quick knocks at the door. On hearing the familiar voice, I got a fright and jumped up from my chair. I know, it must be mom. Open the door excitedly, it's really mom! My dear mother stood before me magically. I held out my hands to welcome my mother into the house. Mom stopped and said, "son, bring mom's bag." I forgot my key. "

After listening to my mother's words, my heart was cold and my excitement fell for a while. I mechanically walked into the back room and took out my bag. Looking at my mother's fading figure, I shook my head helplessly. Had to quietly shut the heavy door again.

No sooner had I sat down than the doorbell rang again. Who could it be? I walked quietly to the door and opened it with doubt. "Ah, what happened to mom! What's the matter now? " My mother may not have seen my tight face and said, "Son, it's raining. Bring me an umbrella. " "I see." I said these three words weakly and handed the umbrella to my mother with no expression. While holding an umbrella, my mother is still holding on. But I didn't listen to a word. As soon as mom turned around, I slammed the door. I am completely desperate for my mother.

I haven't sat down yet when the doorbell rings again. I can't help cursing secretly. I came neither early nor late, but someone bothered me when I wanted to be quiet. I suddenly opened the door. Why is it mom again? ! "Mom, what did you forget to bring again? Just come in and get it. " I said impatiently. That's what mom does. No matter how angry you are, she can always be as calm as a lake. She touched my face with her hand and said, "It seems that my carelessness can't be changed. You see, I came back three times a night. " After that, she led me neatly into the kitchen and said, "The senior high school entrance examination will be held tomorrow. You must take care of yourself. I have prepared some supper for you. Don't forget to eat! " Then he kissed me habitually. I looked at my mother in surprise, as if looking at a stranger in the distance. Suddenly I found that my mother lost a lot of weight and had more wrinkles.

I am still immersed in flying thoughts, but my mother has already disappeared in the endless rain curtain. Slowly back to my desk, I found that I didn't know when I shed tears.

That was really fun.

Every spray splashed in the long river of time is full of colorful colors of the world. Or exultation, or meaningful words, or intriguing agility. ...

Stroll along the tree-lined path and feel the refreshing fragrance. Looking back and staring, there is such a crimson, so charming, so rotten, so charming. Is that an apricot that sticks its head out because of impatience? Or is it the fragrance of Huang Si's family? It's just that the flowers are getting more and more charming and wandering in this fragrance. How can we take care of all these doubts? At that moment, I was very happy.

Helpless and sleepy loneliness in front of you. Outside the window, it was already dark. Did the neon lights that lit all night in the world replace the mysterious eyes? Why else is there no light in the night sky? On such a night, the silence made me shudder. The night sky in my memory is exceptionally bright and beautiful. Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs. Fireflies were flying all over the sky, and I ran after them happily. When I was tired, I gasped and sat next to my grandmother, snuggling in her arms. At that moment, I was very happy.

Wandering under that blue sky, swimming in teaching. Not too rich, not too dazzling, simple and bright, constitutes a learning harbor. Dust flies around us, sweat falls on us and warmth spreads in our hearts. Listening to the words in my ear, I suddenly looked up and met the teacher's deep eyes. This happiness, this trust. At that moment, I was very happy.

Always like to dig up old scores. Open the drawer and smile in your eyes. Open the classmate's record, and I am touched by a warm blessing inside. I always like to wander in the pen of my friends. I want to savor every sentence, every paragraph and every mood. They deeply touched my heartstrings and made me have mixed feelings. Or come to my message area and see that simple sentence, I feel how happy I am to have friends. At that moment, I was very happy.

Every joy, every melancholy, every smile and every tear is endless. Everything, there is a moment, appropriate extraction, appropriate screening, let that moment, give yourself happiness. So, at that moment, I was very happy!