A night of cold wind howling and cold rain. The rain-the biting ground, the wind-roared strongly. Dark clouds all over the sky, like a black curtain, cover the gloomy sky and make people feel unhappy.
In the rain and fog, an old man struggled to move his body and walked forward step by step. The rain soaked the uncovered head, and the silver hair glistened with water drops. A poncho umbrella is his only obstacle.
He labored in the rain, and his figure became blurred in the shadow of the rain. A shrill flute sounded, and a man riding a motorcycle stood out. The two figures in the rain seem out of reach. A man's face is full of water, and his heart must be full of anxiety and anxiety!
The man is getting closer and closer, and will soon surpass the old man. I thought he wouldn't hesitate, and he wouldn't stop for a minute. But a miracle happened. The man's car stopped in front of the old man, and he turned his head and whispered in his ear. Because I am far away, I don't know what they are talking about. But I guess it must have something to do with the rain. Sure enough, the old man hesitated for a while, and then slowly climbed on the motorcycle. I don't know whether it's the heavy rain or the old man is too old. It took the old man a long time to get on the bus. And moved the poncho umbrella in his hand to the man's head.
In an instant, a warm current welled up in my heart. I don't know who it is. What time? Scattered "raindrops" fell on my eyelids, and my vision gradually blurred.
I wiped my face with the corner of my clothes and saw the motorcycle slow down and drive forward carefully. It turned out that the man was worried that the old man could not stand the blow of the storm and deliberately slowed down. The two figures are tightly packed together. Just now they were two hearts, but now they are getting warmer and warmer.
My eyes followed the motorcycle and looked out. The car stopped in front of an antique old house. The man carefully helped the old man out of the car and the old man entered the house. The man got on the bus again and disappeared in the vast rain and fog. Then the lights in the old house came on. The warm lights are getting brighter and brighter, as if to pursue that man. The rain continued to sing.
Aika in the rain is so beautiful, and the true feelings in the rain are so touching!
As long as the world is full of love, there is truth everywhere. At this moment, I thoroughly understood the true meaning of this sentence. This incident tells me that every caring action embodies warm true feelings. We should warm the world with love and write a hymn of love.
Write a 700-word composition with the theme of going home, which is vivid and touching. It's nice to go home.
I've seen thousands of scenery in Qian Qian, but it's not as beautiful as home.
There is a feeling that blood is connected and missing; There is a kind of love that lasts forever; There is an idea that I can't help it. This is the hometown complex. -Speak from the heart
Another Spring Festival is coming, the flavor of the year is getting stronger and stronger, the return date is getting closer and closer, and the homesickness is getting deeper and deeper.
I have seen thousands of scenery in Qian Qian, and it is not as beautiful as going home; After hearing a thousand words, it is better to go home; I have felt thousands of kinds of warmth, so I might as well go home and be warm.
Although the outside world is wonderful, it is never as warm as home. Although I am used to the life in the outside city, I still like the quiet villages in my hometown, beautiful Yuan Ye and simple homesickness.
I booked a ticket to go home, and the way home is getting closer and closer. I can't hold back the excitement of going home. Looking forward to getting on the train home, looking forward to setting foot on the road home, looking forward to seeing my relatives back home. It is estimated that these moving pictures still happened two years ago, and now there are only incomplete fragments, but these moving feelings are still vivid and unforgettable.
Although it is hard to get a ticket home, I still persevere; Although the journey back and forth is hard, I still have no hesitation; Although I haven't been at home for a long time, I still don't hesitate. Because of the reunion, all this should be; Because of homesickness, all this is taken for granted; Because of homesickness, everything is worth it.
Maybe growth is destined to take a long journey, maybe life is destined to leave home, maybe life is destined to wander. I have seen the landscapes and human feelings in other places, but I still can't forget the clear streams, towering mountains and rivers and simple human feelings in my hometown. I have tasted the joys and sorrows of other places, but I still can't forget the old altar sauerkraut in my hometown, the ancestral wine in my hometown and the fragrance of fish and rice in my hometown. After experiencing the joys and sorrows of different places, I still can't forget the warm entrustment of my relatives, the sweet smiling faces of my friends and the amiable eyes of my villagers.
Qianshan can't stop the wanderer's homecoming, nor can it stop the wanderer's homesickness. It's better to get on the train home than entertain foolish ideas. It's better to meet your relatives in your hometown in a thousand words.
Standing outside, looking at the long queue and carrying heavy bags, you know how heavy homesickness is. In the station, watching the dark crowd and stepping in a hurry, I know how eager I am to be homesick. Even if you have seen thousands of scenery, it is not as good as going home.
Although you can't go home often, the annual Spring Festival can't restrain the pace and thoughts of going home. If you have a home in your heart, time and distance are no longer obstacles. With feelings in your heart, difficulties and obstacles are no longer fetters.
Going home during the Spring Festival is like a big migration, regardless of the hardships and remoteness of the journey. What I care about is the mood of going home and the warmth of reunion with my family. As long as the home is far away, there is no end to the road under your feet; As long as the road is ahead, the pace of walking will not stop.
A whistle whistled past, and the train was full of homesick wanderers, full of deep homesickness, and drove out of the starting platform and rushed home. No matter how beautiful the scenery along the way is, I can't appreciate it any more, because at this moment my heart has gone to my distant hometown with the leaving train.
Fallen leaves return to their roots, and home is our root. No matter how far we go and how high we climb, one day, we will retire and go back to our hometown.
Being in a foreign land, homesick, returning home. I've seen thousands of scenery in Qian Qian, but it's not as beautiful as home.
Happiness is doing something that makes you feel happy and interested, while failure is a test of reality, no matter good or bad.
The failure of marriage only shows that you have got rid of a partner who is not suitable for you and have the opportunity to find a more suitable partner;
Failure in your career may indicate that you are not suitable for this, so you may wish to change your direction; Social failure may help you choose your friends more wisely ... Accepting failure will help you get closer to the right choice.
The sooner the failure happens, the better, and you have a better chance to remedy it.
Happiness first requires you to be firm in your inner direction and work hard for your goals. If what you do deviates from your inner direction, but is "making wedding clothes for others", then the harder you work, the less happy you may be.
As long as the family is still in the 700-word composition encyclopedia, "life is like a trip, not a destination, but the scenery along the way." When I heard this slogan, it was deeply imprinted in my heart. Indeed, every time I am with you, I am as beautiful and happy as the scenery of my life journey. I am with you every spring, summer, autumn and winter. I am very happy.
Spring, a season when everything recovers, is also the busiest season for my mother. Maybe my mother is not tall, and she is afraid that I am not tall. Come to my room every night and always say, "Come on, straighten your legs so that you can grow taller." . Cover the quilt and be careful to catch cold. "In spring, everyone will see a soft sheet and a mother and son. I am very happy that my mother is with you every day.
In summer, the weather is very hot. I will go swimming in the swimming pool as soon as I have time, so as to cool off. Every time I go out, my mother will ask me to buy her an ice cream. Okay, I promise. Every time I go home, it is between 5 pm and 6 pm, and my mother is already busy eating dinner. When she bought ice cream, she just said, "You eat it, I can't live without it." So, I believe I really ate it. Now think about how great mom is! Take care of me for various reasons. So in summer, I will see mothers let their children eat an ice cream for various reasons. It's really nice to be with you every day.
In autumn, the sudden heavy rain makes me tired. Because I don't have the habit of watching the weather forecast, I don't take an umbrella every time it rains. But don't worry, I won't get wet. My mother always comes to give me an umbrella, and every time I come home, I will see that my mother's place is soaked. Oh! It turns out that all umbrellas are inclined to my side. In autumn, you will see an umbrella and a mother and son. Mom, I am very happy with you.
In winter, every time my family watches TV together, although my mother is dressed warmly, she looks at my side and has been shaking. She picked me up and sat me on her lap without saying anything. Although naive, I don't think my mother is surprised at all. In winter, you will see a thick coat and a mother and son together. Mom, I am very happy with you.
Mom, I believe that when your black silk turns white, my back will no longer be straight, and I won't leave you, because I am very happy every spring, summer, autumn and winter with you. Mom, I am very happy with you.
The feeling of homesickness is pinned on things. The 700-word moon is the hometown circle.
If it weren't so far away from home, I really couldn't understand those homesick poems of the ancients, which should be similar to modern online logs.
My favorite screen name is: Walk in a city you don't miss, and don't worry about who you miss. I have never liked this city that I have lived in for a long time, not because it is bad, but because it is too cold. There are no streets that I have been familiar with since childhood, no relatives that I can visit at any time, no lovely and warm memories, and no clear sky and bright moon that I can see from above. No matter how beautiful this city is, it is not my home.
So I began to understand why the ancients like to pin their homesickness on the moon, and why people who are thousands of miles away from home miss their loved ones more during festivals. I can't see the bright moon in the noisy city today, and I miss my hometown all the time. Even a street, a tree, the familiar smell of each season will remind me.
Today, as usual, I passed by the bookstore, and a strange and familiar figure brought my thoughts back to my childhood ... (Please feel free to play your childhood memories, I hope I can help you, I am not digressing. )
There is a surge of emotion in my heart, 700 words to see what it is.
This topic is easy to write with lyrics.
If this emotion is gratitude, gratitude, parents' kindness, natural grace, society, friends, teachers ... a bunch of people who can be grateful.
If this emotion is nostalgia, nostalgia, mourning, a happy childhood, a good time with friends, a free time in nature, and enjoying time while listening to music.
If this emotion is a desire, I want to grow up as soon as possible, I want to be a great man, I want to take responsibility, I want to take care of my parents, I want to be understood and cared for.
Beginning: from real scene to lyric. For example, at noon, sitting in a chair, watching the traffic outside the window, and so on, suddenly, there is an emotion surging in my heart, and I can't say what it is. Maybe it's always there, not out of nowhere, it's like ...
Content: Examples and feelings.
Ending: lyrical. There is a kind of emotion surging in my heart, that is … metaphor and personification.
I need a 700-word composition with the author's obvious feelings tomorrow. Su Dad's flowers fall in the forest (emotional super-display, from the Chinese book)
The newly-built auditorium is crowded with people; We graduates sit in the first eight rows, and I sit in the middle of the first row. There is a pink oleander on my lapel, which my mother picked from the yard when I came. She said: "oleander is planted by your father, so wear it as if your father were watching you on the stage!" " Dad is ill. He is in hospital and can't come. I went to see my father yesterday. His throat is swollen and his voice is hoarse. I told my father that at the graduation ceremony, I received the graduation certificate on behalf of all my classmates and gave a thank-you speech. I asked my father if I could get up and attend my graduation ceremony. When he attended the farewell party of our school six years ago, he told me to study hard. Six years later, he also received the graduation certificate and thank-you letter on behalf of my classmates. Today "six years later" arrived, and I was really chosen to do it. Dad was hoarse, took my hand and said with a smile, "How can I reach it?" But I said, "Dad, I'm afraid if you don't go. When you are under the stage, I won't panic when I speak on the stage. " "Eiko, don't be afraid. No matter what the difficulty is, just bite the bullet and do it, and you will get through it. " "Then dad can't just bite the bullet and get out of bed and go to our school?" Dad looked at me, shook his head and stopped talking. He turned to the wall, raised his hand and looked at the nails on the wall. Then he turned to me and told me, "get up early tomorrow, pack up and go to school." This is your last day in primary school, don't be late! " "I know, Dad." "Without a father, you should take care of yourself and your brothers and sisters. You are old, aren't you? " "yes." Although I promised, I felt that what my father said made me very uncomfortable. Have I been late again since that time six years ago? When I was in the first grade, I had the problem of staying in bed in the morning. When I wake up every morning, I see the sun shining on the glass window, and my heart is full of sadness: it's so late, waiting to get up, wash my face, braid my hair, change my school uniform, and then go to school, and I will be punished by standing by the door as soon as I enter the classroom. Students' eyes will come to you one by one. Although I am lazy, I also know that I am shy! So I was worried and scared, and I hurried to school in fear every day. Worst of all, dad doesn't allow children to go to school by bus. He doesn't care whether you are late or not. One day, it rained heavily, and I woke up to know that it was getting late, because my father was already having breakfast. I am so sad when I listen to the heavy rain. Not only are you late for school, but you will also be dressed up by your mother, wearing a fat coat, kicking shoes with the wrong oil, holding a big oiled paper umbrella and walking to school! The thought of going to school is so uncomfortable that I have the courage to stay in bed. Wait a minute, mom came in. When she saw that I hadn't got up yet, she was startled and urged me, but I frowned and whispered to my mother, "Mom, it's late today, so I won't go to school, right?" Mom just can't do what dad thinks. When she turned to go out, her father came in. Tall and thin, he stood in front of the bed and stared at me: "why don't you get up?" Get up! Get up! " "It's late! Dad! " I crustily skin of head said. "Too late to go, how can you play truant! Get up! " A word command is the most terrible, but what's wrong with me? I can't believe I have the courage not to move. Dad was so angry that he dragged me out of bed that my tears came out. Dad looked left and right, so he grabbed the feather duster from the table and held it backwards. With a wave of his cane in the air, he howled, and I was beaten! Dad beat me from the head of the bed to the corner of the bed, from bed to bed, and the sound of rain outside mixed with my crying. I cried and hid, and finally went to school in the heavy rain. I am a messy dog, and I was put on a rickshaw by Ma Song-the first time I spent money to go to school by car. I sat in the car, pulled down the awning, sobbed and cried, and lifted my pants to check my scars. The bulging whip marks are red and hot. I pulled my pants down to cover my butt scar, fearing to be laughed at by my classmates. Although I was late, the teacher didn't punish me for standing. This is because rainy days are excusable. The teacher told us to keep quiet before reading. Sit up straight, put your hands behind your back, close your eyes and think quietly for five minutes. The teacher said: think about it, have you listened to your parents and teachers? Did you do your homework well yesterday? Did you bring all your homework today? Did you say goodbye to your parents politely this morning? ..... When I heard that, my nose twitched. Fortunately, my eyes were closed and my tears didn't come out. In the silence, I was slapped on the shoulder and opened my eyes in a hurry. It turned out that the teacher was standing beside my seat. He told me with his eyes to look out of the classroom window. I suddenly turned my head, and it was my father's tall and thin shadow! The heart that has just calmed down is afraid again! Why does dad chase after school? Dad nodded and motioned me out. I looked at the teacher and asked his permission. The teacher smiled and nodded and promised me to go out. I walked out of the classroom and stood in front of my father. Dad didn't say anything. He opened his bag and took out my floral jacket. He handed it to me, watched me put it on and took out two copper coins for me. I don't remember what happened afterwards, because it was six years ago. I only remember that from then on to today, every morning I was one of the students waiting for the janitor to open the iron gate. In the early morning of winter, standing at the school gate, wearing gloves showing five fingers, I lifted a hot baked sweet potato and ate it. In the summer morning, I stood at the school gate, holding the Hosta flower picked from the flower pond and giving it to my dear teacher Han, who taught me to dance. Ah! This morning has passed year by year, and today is my last day in this school! When the bell rings, the graduation ceremony will begin. Looking at the sky outside, it's a little cloudy. I suddenly thought, will dad suddenly get out of bed and bring me a flower coat? I thought again, when will dad get better? Why is mom's eyes red and swollen this morning? The big pots of pomegranate and oleander in the yard were not covered with hemp residue this year. He was killed by the Japanese for his uncle, so he vomited blood. In May Festival, pomegranate flowers are not as big as red. If autumn comes, will dad still buy so many chrysanthemums and fill our yard, eaves and flower racks in the living room? How much dad likes flowers. Every day when he comes back from work, we all wait for him at the door. He pushed the straw hat behind his head, picked up his brother, passed the faucet, picked up the watering can full of water, and walked to the backyard humming. The first thing he did when he got home was to water the flowers. At that time, the sun was going down, and there was a cool breeze blowing in the yard. Dad picked a jasmine flower and put it in the thin chicken sister's hair. Chen's uncle said to his father, "Lao Lin, you like flowers so much that your wife gave birth to a bunch of daughters!" " "I have four sisters and only two younger brothers. I'm only 12 years old ... why do I always think of this? Director Han has already taken the stage. He said seriously, "all the students have graduated, and they will leave the primary school for six years to study in the middle school." If you are a middle school student, you are not a child. I will be very happy when you go back to primary school to meet the teacher and see that you are all tall and grown up ... "So I sang a eulogy for five years, and now it's the students' turn to sing goodbye to us:" Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. " When will you come here? Don't hesitate when you come! Time flies, the ends of the earth, and close friends are scattered. Life is rarely a gathering, but there are many separations ... "I cried, and all our graduates cried." How much we like to grow taller and become adults, and how afraid we are! When we get back to primary school, no matter how high it is, teacher! You should always treat me like a child! As an adult, I am often asked to be an adult. When Ma Song returned to her hometown, she said, "Eiko, you are too old to quarrel with your brother! He is still young. " Aunt Lan followed the four-eyed dog into the carriage and said, "Eiko, you are old, you can't make your mother angry! "The man squatting in the grass said," When you graduate from primary school and grow up, we will go to see the sea. " Although, these people have no shadow as I grow up. Was it lost with my lost childhood? Dad doesn't treat me like a child anymore. He said, "Eiko, give this money to Uncle Chen who is studying in Japan." "Dad!" "Don't be afraid, eiko, you should learn to do many things and help your mother in the future. You are the biggest. " So he counted the money and told me how to send it to the Zhengjinyin Bank in Dongjiaominxiang-go to the innermost counter to ask for a money order, fill in the "Golden Seven cents", write down the address of Yokohama, Japan, and give it to the little Japan in the counter! Although I was scared, I had to bite the bullet-this is what my father said. No matter what difficult thing it is, as long as I bite the bullet and do it, I will definitely get through it. "Practice, practice, Eiko." Dad told me when I left. I nervously pinched a roll of money in my hand and went to the bank. When I came out of Zhengjinyinhang on the highest step and saw the flower beds in Dongjiaominxiang Street full of dandelions, I was very happy to think: Go home quickly after the breakthrough and tell my father to plant dandelions in the flower pond tomorrow. Go home quickly! Go home quickly! Holding a new primary school diploma in my hand-a white paper tube with a red ribbon, I urged myself as if I were afraid of catching up with something. Why? When I entered the room, it was quiet. Four sisters and two brothers are sitting on a small bench in the yard. They are playing with sand. Several branches of oleander hung down at a certain time, which was very messy, because my father didn't tidy it up this year-pruning, bundling and fertilizing. There are some small pomegranates that have not grown up under the pomegranate tree basin. I was very angry and asked my sisters, "Who picked Dad's pomegranate?" I'm going to tell dad! "The sisters opened their eyes in surprise. They shook their heads and said, "They fell by themselves." I picked up Xiaoqing pomegranate. Gao Gao, the cook who lost a finger, came in from the outside. He said, "Miss, don't tell your father anything. Your mother just called from the hospital and asked you to leave quickly. Your father has ... "Why didn't he say anything? I suddenly felt anxious and shouted, "What did you say? Lao Gao. " "Big miss, go to the hospital and persuade your mother to give it to you! You are old! " Sister lean chicken is still holding Yan Yan's gadget, while my brother pours sand into the glass bottle. Yes, I'm big here. I'm a grown-up. I said to Gao Gao, "Gao Gao, I know what it is, so I will go to the hospital." "I have never been so calm and so quiet. I put my primary school diploma in the drawer of my desk and came out again. Lao Gao has rented a car for me to go to the hospital. Walking through the yard and looking at the falling oleander, I said to myself: Dad's flowers have fallen. I'm not a child anymore.
Silence is also a kind of love
As Claire said-words are silver, silence is gold. Grandpa doesn't know how to express love. He always does this and that for me silently, and works hard. Maybe he has expressed his love, but I didn't realize it.
Remember when I was in preparatory class, one winter night, the cold wind chased the sun and blew it out? Hoo hoo? The whistle sounded, the pedestrians in the street were sparse, bowed their heads and trudged. Worried about Wei Shi, the teacher decided to add more courses temporarily. I didn't dare to say anything to grandpa when I left school. Maybe grandpa will find a place to sit for a while and avoid the cold wind? I always comfort myself like this, but the anxiety in my heart is not fade away. The pen in my hand was busy doing the problem, but I wrote a few lines on the paper. Grandpa. The sound of the wind knocking on the window interrupted my thoughts. I quickly got up and closed the window. I watched the moon rise from the edge of the tree, emitting cold light, which made people feel even colder. Trees without leaves stand cold and quiet, without any vitality. Even the stars in the blue sky blinked uneasily, as if afraid of the cold. What happened to grandpa? Is he cold? Will he get sick?
A painful class finally passed, and I rushed out of the classroom with my schoolbag on my back. ...
I hurried to the school gate, and along the way, my grandfather's thin figure appeared in front of me from time to time. I have butterflies in my stomach. Far away, I saw my grandfather wearing a cotton hat, a thick gown (Christmas composition) and a big scarf. His nose is red with cold. He kept pacing back and forth and looked anxiously at the school gate. Seeing a classmate walk out of the school gate, he hurried forward to ask. When the classmate shook his head regretfully, grandpa turned back in disappointment and picked up a handkerchief to wipe his nose. I looked at his thin back, as if he were in harmony with the darkness. Grandpa ... huh? Grandpa was a little hard of hearing and it took him a long time to wake up. He turned his back, as if wiping something, then turned around and said with a happy smile, let's go, go home, grandma is waiting for us. ? So I picked up my bag and strode forward.
On the way home, the incandescent lamp shines warmly, and grandpa walks in front of me. I clearly saw that his back was curved, and the incandescent lamp painted his back with an arc? The moon? The thick cotton hat can't cover the pale short hair, and the north wind blows from the ear. It clearly tells me that my grandfather is a frail old man, and his gray hair has easily picked up my hand and dried up. Time is like a knife carving wrinkles on his face, but he still hides all this silently and gives me deep care in his way. Suddenly, I felt sad, a kind of unspeakable sadness.
I deeply feel that grandpa moistens my heart with his unique love. Although he is so silent, it is also a kind of love!
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