Notes on teacher Wu Yousheng's selected works: The so-called "seeing the big from the small" refers to reflecting the big theme with small materials. These small materials are very common, familiar and even trivial. Many students turn a blind eye to them or dismiss them, but the author "turns the stone into gold" and uses them to embody the "great truth" and play the role of "winning every battle".
In composition writing, many students think that you can't write a good article without big material, so you only have big material in your eyes. When there is no big material, you make up a "big material". This is a big misunderstanding, which not only caused a wide range of "nothing to write" difficult situation, but also caused a large number of fake and empty compositions, which was very harmful.
It's good to have aniseed in your hand, but it's hard to get aniseed because of your young age and shallow experience. Most of our lives are small things. We must discover the true meaning of life from an ordinary shrimp like Qi, or we will turn ourselves into a cow. "We ate grass and squeezed out milk." This is auspicious, so we can find these two ways in the composition, "turning decay into magic."
This requires us to learn to "see the big from the small", which is a very important idea and method of drawing materials. It can not only let us learn to pay attention to life, understand life, and learn to "see the essence through the surface", so as to expand accumulation and effectively solve the problem of "cooking without rice", but also make the composition "firm", make readers shine at the moment and amaze.
How to learn "seeing the big from the small"? There are systematic arrangements in the five-step composition method, one of which is appreciation and reference. I selected the model essays of "seeing the big from the small" from the perfect composition of the 2007 senior high school entrance examination, and arranged them into several series, please enjoy them. When studying, you must read the composition questions first. After reading it, think about it: have I written the material for this question? Then read the article. After reading it, think: where is the "small" of the article? What is "big"?
First, the 2007 Beijing senior high school entrance examination perfect composition
Title: Power comes from _ _ _ _ _
Requirements: 1. Complete the topic to form your composition topic and copy it on the composition paper. 2. Unlimited style (except poetry) 3. No less than 600 words. 4. Don't appear the name of the school and the names of teachers and students in the composition.
The motivation comes from a word from the students.
Walking with my aunt in the crowded street, I came across Xiao Huang, who used to be my aunt's student.
Xiao Huang is still the image in my aunt's memory. She is thin and clumsy, her braids are tied up and her eyes are always turning around, but there is no intelligence in what she reveals. Aunt didn't pay much attention to Xiao Huang when she was the head teacher. Xiao Huang is not only ugly, but also has a lower IQ than other children. She barely finished school in the first half of the third grade. Her family seemed to think that she was not cut out for study and simply sent her home. Menstruation quietly breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the news that Xiao Huang would no longer come to school. Alas, she finally left a nerve-racking burden!
However, at this time, in this busy street, Xiao Huang happened to shuttle. It seems that I came to town with my family to buy things, and both laptops were full. Just when menstruation accidentally caught a glimpse of her ready to divert attention, Xiao Huang happened to see her former class teacher, and a little shyness immediately crossed her stiff face, and at the same time there was a little joy. Then, as if she subconsciously remembered something, she hurriedly sent a bodhi in her hand to her aunt and said loudly, "Teacher, you can take it from my house."
Auntie was a little caught off guard and a little embarrassed, and declined falteringly. At this time, a lady next to her asked Xiao Huang doubtfully, "Do you know her?" "Yes, she was the head teacher when I was studying!" Xiao Huang replied shyly and proudly. When I heard Xiao Huang's careless words, my aunt's face suddenly turned hot, and she looked ashamed in front of Xiao Huang. Because Xiao Huang's sentence "She was the head teacher when I was studying" made my aunt feel ashamed. She knew that although she was the head teacher in Xiao Huang at that time, she didn't have a good impression of Xiao Huang for a day. This sincere and proud sentence came from a student who had given her a headache, so it became a whip and kept beating her aunt's heart.
From then on, in the eyes of my aunt, there is no longer a distinction between good students and bad students. Aunt said that as long as she is a student, she should take it seriously. Who would have thought that the motivation to treat students fairly turned out to be an ordinary sentence from students.
Second, the 2007 Shanghai senior high school entrance examination perfect composition
Topic: There is always a memorable day in life, and it is this day that enriches our lives. "This day" may be so extraordinary from early morning to dusk, or it may be a moment that makes "this day" extraordinary. ?
Please write an article of about 600 words on the topic of "Remember this day".
1, remember this day
I never like drinking tea, especially strong tea. When I drink it in my mouth, the bitter taste is really bad. I never understood why so many people like drinking tea. Wouldn't it be better to drink juice and drinks? Until that day, my mind changed.
During May Day, my aunt came to my house and brought her own Longjing tea. It is said that Longjing tea is the treasure of tea, and it can be said that it is welcome for people who love tea, which aroused my curiosity. So, I quietly came to the kitchen, found those Longjing teas, and put them in a teacup and brewed them with hot water. Tea leaves are falling together in hot water, like naughty fish drilling up and down in the river, which is very beautiful. Then, the thick tea fragrance overflowed and the long fragrance filled the whole room. I took a deep breath and the smell was refreshing. "Well, seeing is believing. Longjing tea is really Longjing tea. " I secretly admired it and couldn't wait to take a sip. Who knows "Wow!" I threw up all at once. This kind of tea is more bitter than other teas! I was about to pour tea when my father came in and saw it. He rushed over to stop it. "How can you be so wasted! This is a good Longjing! " "What good longjing? Bitter than medicine. How can I drink? " "Don't worry, drinking tea is not the same as tasting tea. If you get a good cup of tea, you should drink it slowly so that you can taste its real taste. Of course it's impossible to gobble like you. Now try again, I believe you can taste two different flavors. " I took a sip of the teacup and put it in my mouth. I tasted it carefully. When I swallowed it, it was strange that it smelled of My Sweetie! I took a few more sips, and the bitter and sweet taste was really memorable!
"Dad, this tea is really good." "It is good that you can taste it. Actually, life is the same. As long as you learn to taste bitter slowly, you can feel sweet. The feeling of' a cup of spring dew lingers, and a few immortals are in the breeze under your armpits' is the trace left by the brief moment of tea tasting. Simplicity and modesty have become the precipitation of years, just like the astringency of tea stays in the throat, and tea is like life! "
On this day, I gained a lot. Tasting tea is a trivial matter, but the bitterness and sweetness of Longjing tea, my father's words, have always been printed in my heart, giving me profound enlightenment. As my father said, life is like tea. A person's life is paved with many difficulties, setbacks, calmness and happiness. If we swallow our lives, then we will only see the misfortunes and disasters in life and ignore some happy things. Only when you calm down, savor and appreciate slowly, will you have unexpected gains, and perhaps behind misfortune is the bud of happiness.
I said to myself: Please remember this day forever!
Step 2 remember this day
Get up in the morning, open the window, and the fresh air blows head on. I took a deep breath and felt refreshed. One day, a new life began. Yes, the mid-term exam is coming, and I am more nervous about my study. Teachers seem to be more nervous than us, and of course parents. Sometimes it's funny to think about it, but after laughing it off, I deeply realized the truth of their hope and their inner pain.
On the way to school, the sun is shining. Sunshine brings warmth to the world and opens the doors and windows of my heart. I appreciate the scenery around me. Everything is so beautiful. If only the senior high school entrance examination had ended by this time! "I'm going to be late, don't hurry?" A clear call awakened me from my meditation. It's her. I quickly ran into the campus with her.
She is my classmate and the best student in my class. Strangely, she always gets the first place in every exam. I tried to catch up, but in the end I found it was in vain. She handed out the test paper today, and it must be full marks again. You see, even the way she walks shows complete confidence. I envy her very much. In the process of chasing her, I gained a lot, gained friendship and improved my grades. Thinking about it, we arrived at the door of the class, and the teacher stood at the door to meet us as usual. It's been three years, rain or shine, which makes us very moved.
I quickly put down my schoolbag. Before I could sit down, the teacher said, "I handed out the test paper I made yesterday afternoon. On the whole, I did well in the exam, but some students behaved a little abnormally ..." After listening to this sentence, I was worried, because I had a hunch that I didn't do well in the exam this time, but it would never be lower than 70!
Listening to the teacher's score, my heart became more and more nervous. Finally, I read: "So-and-so, 65 points." My head is buzzing, and I froze! How I wish the teacher had made a mistake or corrected it, but the test paper in front of me was clearly covered with red crosses and marked "65"! How should I face my parents, teachers and classmates?
In the face of poor grades, I seem to be blind and can't see anything; I seem to be deaf again. I can't hear anything. The light all the way here is getting farther and farther away from me at this time. I fell into bottomless darkness.
I don't know how the day passed. After school, the teacher left me and said to me with a smile, "Every day I get through the night, but no one can stop the light." Life sometimes falls into the night, but we must firmly believe that when the night comes, the dawn will not be far away. The teacher believes that you will walk there. "I nodded with tears.
I will always remember this day and remember the teacher's words.
Step 3 remember this day
Days pass by me in a hurry like running water, without any features. I feel like all my previous days have been wasted.
But one day recently, I discovered the meaning of life, and I can't forget it.
It was some time ago that our school opened a "multimedia teaching class" and invited many leaders and parents to attend the class. I walked into the classroom and looked back. Ah, there are so many people in class. It's too dark. What are they talking about? What a big scene! My vanity swelled up immediately, and I thought to myself: I must shine in front of teachers, classmates and guests! I quietly "reconnoitred" the situation, and my mother sat on the left front and looked at me. I secretly made up my mind: I must "stick gold" on my mother's face. I held my hand high when the teacher asked questions. As soon as the teacher called my name, I stood up and answered the teacher's question accurately. Both the teacher and the class gave me a favorable look. I sat down triumphantly in my heart.
When the teacher asked questions again, I was afraid that others would get ahead of me, so I held my hand high without thinking. Seeing that I was very active, the teacher asked me to answer questions again. I didn't know what to say after I stood up, and I couldn't answer. At this time, the class is often very quiet, and the whole audience focuses on me. I really wanted to get into the cracks at that time. When the teacher told me to sit down, I sat on the stool like a deflated ball, and I didn't know what it was like. I didn't listen to what the teacher said next.
After class, my mother patted me on the head, comforted me and advised me to say, "Look before you leap." If a person just wants to show off and doesn't want to, then he is all wet! "
Yes! Look before you leap. Why didn't I know this universal truth before? Remember the talent of this day!
Third, in 2007, Jinan City, Shandong Province, got full marks in the senior high school entrance examination.
Choose a composition:
Topic 1: Write a composition on the topic of "being happy for yourself".
Requirements: (1) Style selection (except poetry), no less than 600 words. (2) Don't appear real names, school names and place names in the text.
Topic 2: Write a composition with the theme of "eternal beauty".
1, happy for yourself
The bus goes very slowly, as it always does on Monday mornings. I sat firmly in the back seat and couldn't bear to watch these people crowded together like sardines, just looking at the scenery outside the window.
"The driver how to drive so slowly! I'm in a hurry! " Passengers complain from time to time, which makes the atmosphere in the carriage more and more annoying. I thought to myself, "man, it's always like this: people waiting for the bus can't wait to count one more when they get on the bus." As soon as they get on the bus, they can't wait to get to their destination. "
The bus stopped reluctantly. At this moment, I saw a wife coming from a distance and squeezing into the back door. The driver immediately shouted, "Get off! You can't get on the bus from the back door! " The old woman listened to the driver's words, quickly got off the bus and trotted to the front door. The driver was suddenly inspired. His wife just arrived at the front door, closed the front and back doors and drove away. Seeing the old lady standing blankly at the place where she got on the bus with the old card in her hand, my heart seemed to be slapped by something.
I can't see the scenery outside the window.
Then two voices appeared in my soul. One said, "It's the driver's fault. You should complain to him! " "Another said," but you take this car every day. If the driver knows, it is easy to get revenge. "! Besides, that old man has nothing to do with you. Are you too nosy? But the first one immediately said, "It's a trivial matter, but if no one stands up and points out his mistake, then he may go on like this." What if one day you are treated by an old man? "
After getting off the bus, I finally dialed the complaint phone. Later, the driver's attitude really improved. Perhaps, in the eyes of others, this is only a very small thing, but I have always been very satisfied with my actions. After all, my actions have made society a little better.
2. Beautiful butterflies
Life is short, but the beauty of life is eternal.
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The shower gradually stopped, so I went out of the stuffy room to get some air. My eyes suddenly lit up, ah! A colorful butterfly! Blue skirt, white ribbon, butterflies flying like fairies. Not far away, it is such a gorgeous flower that presents a different kind of beauty in the washing of rain. Butterflies are flying among the flowers, which disturbs my vision. Suddenly it flew again and landed on the trunk of a big tree next to me. Is it showing off its beauty to me? I stopped to watch.
"poof!" The butterfly was hit by a raindrop and fell into a puddle under the tree. I froze. I don't know if I should hold it. My weak wings flapped feebly in the water. I suddenly found that my breathing was shortness of breath. Gradually, gradually, a miracle appeared. It climbed up to a small flower in a puddle bit by bit, erected its wet wings and trembled slightly in the wind.
My heart is full of joy. The tenacious life finally overcame the bad luck. Suddenly a breeze blew and countless raindrops fell on the trees. The butterfly was unfortunately hit again and fell miserably. My heart aches. There are shallow ripples on the water, and this little life is still struggling. It's alive! I seem to feel the throb of powerful life! Pick it up carefully at once. Trembling wings open and close slightly, and my heart falls with them. Weak butterfly, can you survive?
Another gust of wind blew, the sky cleared up and a rainbow hung in the sky. The brave butterfly tried several times and finally jumped out of my hand and flew to Ran Ran. ...
I stood still and looked at it. Respectable butterflies, for beauty, break through the shackles of silk cocoons, and overcome the hardships of wind and rain for beauty. Aren't you explaining to me the eternal beauty of life?
Beauty doesn't end with parting.
"Losing is always the best." When I really understand this sentence, the good days have passed me by.
I don't know how junior high school passed so quickly, and I was overwhelmed by heavy homework every day. I don't have time to think about other ideas, but I can't wait to leave ... I really hope I am sleepwalking: in retrospect, I am still a lively and lovely classmate; Looking back, I am still familiar with my alma mater; Looking back, it is still the sound of books and laughter. ...
I'm worried that parting will kill good memories. The tense entrance stage is boring, but it is so warm because of mutual concern and greetings; How sweet it is to think of childish noise now; Severe criticism has now turned into deep love. I am really worried that one day I will forget them and forget the joys and sorrows that happened to them. Ah, my wonderful three years, why are they so short and hurried?
The day before the senior high school entrance examination, I returned to school and wandered in front of the teaching building. The Chinese rose flowers in the flower pond, pink, milky white and yellowish, all face the sunshine and make the campus look radiant. We planted it together three years ago, and now it has sprouted. It will bloom more brilliantly. But in the future, it will not be our hands that clean up this flower pond. In fact, graduation is the same. You fill a flower pond at a certain stage of your life, and then leave it for a new stage. We take care of the other flower pond and plant flowers ourselves. The road we have traveled is blooming like flowers, and it is still open when we are drifting away. In this way, parting will not end the beauty of the past, but will breed new beauty and bloom with us all the way.
Beauty, won't it last forever in this copy? My steps forward are not easy.
Four, in 2007, Qingdao, Shandong Province, full marks composition.
Topic (1): Being a man begins with _ _ _ _ _ _
Requirements: Please complete the topic according to your own understanding, choose your own style (except poetry and drama), and write an article of about 600 words. The real school name and person's name shall not appear in the text.
Topic (2): Filial piety is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. Xunzi's "On Outline" pointed out: "The proprietors are respected by the nobles, and the elders are filial." "The Doctrine of the Mean" also said: "Filial piety is good at following people's aspirations and telling people things." Filial piety means being kind to parents, serving them wholeheartedly, obeying them, respecting them and caring for them. From this perspective, filial piety is the duty of children and the obligation of younger generations. Please write an article of about 600 words with the topic of "filial piety" and your own topic and style (except poetry and drama). The real school name and person's name shall not appear in the text.
Mom's birthday.
I always can't remember my birthday when I was a child. Until that day, as usual, I faced the sunset and kicked pebbles all the way. The pigtails on my head kept shaking, and I saw the familiar figure of my mother in front of the hut from a distance, flying over and hugging her neck. My mother took me to the kitchen. A bowl of hot birthday noodles was placed on the table with a peaceful egg on it. Then, I know my birthday is coming again.
My mother also sat at the table, smiling and watching me eat. That look, as if today is her birthday, and it is also her who eats birthday noodles. Although there are no fragrant cakes and bright candles on the table, isn't the burning love in my mother's eyes the immortal candle?
My birthday is celebrated every year, but my mother doesn't remember her own birthday. Occasionally, I will listen to my mother smile and say, "Hey, yesterday was my birthday!" " "Year after year, I grew up eating noodles and eggs, while my mother spent it beside the washbasin full of soap bubbles and in the sigh of tearing the calendar. Gradually, I found thin silver wires on my mother's temples. She made hot and thin birthday noodles with Taiping eggs. As far as I can remember, my mother never celebrated her birthday once.
Every time I see my mother tearing up the birthday calendar, I always think silently that on this day next year, I must cook a bowl of thin birthday noodles and a bowl of birthday noodles of Taiping eggs for my mother. Time and time again, I always forget my mother's birthday, just as I forget my own.
This year, I finally remembered. In the middle of anxiety, I stayed at my mother's work. Mother looked at the steaming bowl of birthday noodles in surprise. I handed a greeting card and said with a smile, "Happy birthday, Mom!" " "
Mother silently looked at the face of greeting cards and birthdays, raised her head, her eyes shining with happiness, took my hand for a long time and said, "Son, you have grown up ..."
Mother sat at the table and began to eat the bowl of birthday noodles I cooked for her. I sat watching her, too.
Suddenly, I saw my mother's two crystal tears fall into the bowl. I asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"
Mother looked up and cried.
Five, in 2007, Zibo City, Shandong Province, full marks composition.
Title: Rodin, a famous sculptor, said: "There is no beauty in life, but there is a lack of eyes to find beauty." Please write on the topic "Beauty is around". Style is not limited, except poetry. No less than 600 words. There shall be no place names, school names or names related to my true identity in the text.
1, the beauty is by my side
Beauty is a pursuit of life, however, I often fall into such a strange circle: in the pursuit of beauty, I don't know where the real beauty is, but I turn a blind eye to the beauty that I should pay attention to.
I have been interested in painting since I was a child, and my artistic achievements have always been good. After I went to middle school, I painted every picture perfectly, but the teacher always seemed dissatisfied and gave me 5 points.
It's art class again. What I'm going to draw today is an ordinary vase without flower arrangement. It looks very old. The teacher only said, "Draw this vase today, as far as you can see, see who paints it best ..." I took a pencil and smiled at the old vase, muttering to myself, "Why not use an old vase to arrange flowers ... The teacher is really a teacher, so we won't change it for a new one, so that we can paint it beautifully?" I can't help but frown and look around my classmates. They look sad, too, not much better than me I looked up again and looked more carefully. Ah! I was suddenly surprised that there was a small gap in the mouth of the vase, and this gap had been winding to the middle of the bottle! I'm even more confused. Usually, the paintings are very new and beautiful, and the effect of the works is good, but this gap and crack is the lice on the monk's head-obviously. How do you write this? At this moment, the teacher came to me and I looked up at her. She seemed to see my doubts, patted me on the shoulder and said, "Draw what you see." She nodded deeply to me and then walked away. My heart moved and I quickly picked up the strokes.
After class, I stood up to collect our group's picture books (I am the group leader). They all draw beautifully.
"The results are out!" I don't know who shouted, so everyone ran to the lecture table to rummage through their works. "I heard that there is only one 5 points, I don't know who it is." I listened to everyone's discussion and suddenly found my signature. Then the art teacher came into the classroom and the students returned to their seats one after another. "Show everyone what you drew!" The teacher said to me. I took my work to the podium and presented it to everyone: a very old vase, without flower arrangement, with a gap in the mouth and a crack extending zigzag to the belly of the bottle. ...
French artist Rodin said: "Beauty is everywhere. For our eyes, it is not the lack of beauty, but the lack of discovery. " Yes, an old vase without flower arrangement is not beautiful on the surface, but it is true, which truly records the use value and aesthetic value it once brought to people.
Oh! It turns out that beauty is beside me. ...
2. Beauty is around me.
She and I were inseparable. Since I met her, I have decided that she is the embodiment of beauty. ...
Girls in junior high school always like to dress up beautifully, but she always wears school uniforms, even in extracurricular remedial classes. Once, I joked, "The whole grade is your favorite school." She said dismissively, "So what? It doesn't matter, it's not exposed, it's clean, I'll see who will say it hurts! " Really, if you look at the product carefully, she does reveal such a natural beauty that colorful clothes can't replace it. Since then, I have seen pure natural beauty in her.
Graduating from the 800-meter physical education exam in the third grade is an event that every girl hates to gnash her teeth. For these Jiao Jiao girls who grew up in the hands of their parents, where can they resist the pain of challenging the limits in the scorching sun? I am one of them, and I always "fall off the chain" in the end. In grade three, I changed my morning and afternoon exercise to running. God, that's enough for me! But instead of worrying, she was very happy. I am most afraid of running with her. One is that the distance is too long for my physical strength to allow. The second is her painful expression in the final sprint, which really makes people feel distressed; Third, she said that she must let me follow her closely and bring good grades. I'm afraid of suffering, but she must let me eat. For my poor self-esteem-I can't let her look down on me, so I have to bite the bullet and run. Finally, on the day of the physical examination, I ran amazing results. She smiled, patted me on the shoulder and said, "Little sister, it's worth it!" " "In her body, I feel a strong and resolute beauty.
In fact, she speaks for beauty everywhere in her life and study. After knowing her, I have a deeper understanding of beauty.
To me, she is just a cup of cool green tea in hot summer, a plum blossom in full bloom in cold winter, natural and strong.
This beautiful woman is right beside me.
Step 3 enjoy the beauty of loneliness
Sometimes I like to lie quietly on the lawn alone. Or look up at the sky, or close your eyes and think, or think nothing, or think everything. Whether I am sad or happy, being alone is like massaging my tired heart. Solitude may be a poem, a pot of wine, or just a helpless mood.
In spring, looking at the newly sprouted grass is so lovely, so fresh and so lovable. It was raining, so I didn't take an umbrella. I let the rain beads touch my hair and hit my face. My vision is blurred. Look at the people around me, one by one walking past me with umbrellas or raincoats. I walked casually. I feel a helpless beauty.
In summer, I lie on the lawn under the big tree, smelling the clear flowers and feeling the softness of the lawn. With a naive heart, I looked at the children playing on the lawn in the distance. Happiness is theirs, and I enjoy the quiet beauty here alone.
In autumn, the air is especially fresh and bright. The wind blew all night last night. I know the road in front of my house must be covered with beautiful phoenix leaves. I got up early, only wearing a shirt, stepped on the fallen leaves, making a rustling sound, and put my hands on my shoulders, which was a little cold. I just like this feeling. Let yourself have a desolate beauty.
In winter, I wrap myself up, wear thick clothes, walk on the busy road and look at the cars and pedestrians on the road. They are either radiant or indifferent. Either urgent or slow. I just look at them, one look is enough, and I feel a kind of aloof beauty.
I think people need to be alone, and we need to keep the tree of the soul. In loneliness, we grow faster and experience more. But we can't always be alone, if so, we will close ourselves off; In that case, we are likely to become withdrawn people. It is enough to enjoy the beauty of being alone once in a while. What we want is that kind of feeling, that kind of process, which can make our life richer, richer and more flavorful.
Everyone has their own inner world, and there are some things that they don't want to say. At this time, don't let them become a burden in your heart. We need to be alone and enjoy the satisfaction and relief brought by the process of being alone. Let your heart rest often, and let us enjoy the beauty of loneliness together!
My mother's eyes caught me.
The spring rain is falling, very soft; Xia yang is strong and fiery, magnificent and magnificent; Qiu Feng danced in the air, beautiful; Winter snow is silvery white and clear, pure and beautiful; Mother's eyes are always by my side, ordinary and great.
Soft spring rain
Every day at 6: 00, 10, the alarm clock will get up on time and chirp endlessly. At this time, my sleepiness has disappeared by more than half, and my mother's footsteps from far and near will be heard outside the door. When I walk to the door, my mother always stops, stands for a while, and sometimes walks a few steps. Every time she looks at her watch and calls me. Mom stood in front of the bed, and I always looked at her secretly, feeling as if I was awakened by a spring rain. Her eyes are so beautiful, so beautiful. ...
Every morning, my mother's eyes always hug me tightly.
Magnificent xia yang
I stepped onto the platform in anxiety, and thousands of eyes were staring at me. I found those familiar eyes at once. My mother gave me a thumbs-up and shook her body excitedly, her eyes shining. A warm current flowed through my heart, and I suddenly seemed to gain infinite strength. After a pause, I began my speech. ...
Whenever I face a challenge, my mother's eyes always hug me tightly.
Sad autumn wind
I sat face to face with my mother, with a test paper with a red cross in the middle. The room was so quiet that even the heart stopped beating. I didn't look up, but I still felt my mother's helplessness and sadness. Good gently raised his head and looked at me lightly, without words, but his eyes seemed to have another feeling, a little encouraging and a little indomitable. ...
Whenever I encounter difficulties, my mother's eyes always hug me tightly.
Pure winter snow
On the antique rattan chair, my mother and I recalled our childhood. Actually, my mother is talking, and I'm listening. She looked out of the window, as if she had returned to her former yard and was playing checkers. She gradually turned her eyes to me, and her youthful eyes showed infinite expectation, so pure. ...
At any time in my life, my mother's eyes always hug me tightly.
My mother's eyes have been following me, which is the easiest to be ignored and the easiest to impress everyone. Her beauty is flawless, without hesitation, only firm as always. The beauty in my mother's eyes comes from a heart that loves me.
Beauty is around, and my mother's eyes hold me.