My composition

Speechless

A faint night, standing up in a very elegant posture, the ear does not whirl around the imaginary night's unique sound. Once upon a time, the thoughts in my heart were once again smeared like a glue on my heart. The feeling of suffocation is once again quietly on the familiar track.

Maybe, I should be quiet.

Turn around and walk into the kitchen. I brewed a cup of bitter tea that I didn't drink before. It was very hot, moved to the stool and sat on its side, waiting quietly for it to enter. The white smoke smashed around the cup and passed through the glass. I saw the small tea in the cup and turned around in my body. It seemed like a sauna. I seemed to see his face intoxicated and excited. look. Thinking of this, I smiled inadvertently, and the corner of my mouth pulled away a less beautiful arc.

I picked up the teacup, closed my eyes, and the hot air in the cup slammed into my face, and I took a deep breath inadvertently, so sweet! Holding it to the mouth, opened a gate, smashed a small mouth, and did not go down, but left them in the mouth, taste the tea, perhaps recalling the past.

Maybe, I am remembering the days of fighting tea with my grandfather. Maybe I am thinking about my grandfather. Maybe I am envious of the carefree at that time. Maybe I am reminiscing about calm and unforgettable, familiar and unfamiliar elementary school life, maybe there are friends. , classmates, teachers, and the most honest and simple farmers in the village, and everything else.

It turned out that there are so many misses there, so deep.

Can't forget, can't get close at this moment, then it's better to take back your thoughts and consider the moment.

I still have to fight tomorrow.

The night's eyes are deeper, and the dawn is accumulating.

——King this document to the comrades in the struggle

mother

Not tall, surrounded by laughter all the time

--my mother

Today, I want to make my mother pure to me.

And a steady stream of love

Folding and folding

Let this paper record all this

a baby with a gentle face

With the most touching sound

Appear in my world

I don't know anything.

But there is a clear spring in the middle

Slowly flowing to my heart

In her arms, I am very warm

When you are ignorant, a black and slender hair

With rough hands

Appear in front of my eyes

I know that the mother is from other provinces.

Come back to see me

I don't know - how long she will stay this time

Holding mother's hand

Next to her, walking on the street

I only have one feeling:

I am very happy with her.

Now, a figure slightly lower than me

With rougher hands

Appear in front of my eyes

In her words of "hate the iron and not become steel" every day

Contains a deep love for me

In the sea of ​​emotions

Mother is a never-ending wave

Dreaming outside the dream

Give me nourishment with love

Look back

If the years of flowers are scattered

In the eyes of her mother

A small boat in the heart can’t move

Mother's heavy love

but me

Have this love

And forever

Look back

Looking back, I saw my father's figure.

In the twelfth lunar month, the rough north wind was blowing, and today, it was raining again.

After school, I originally wanted to call my father and let him pick me up. Suddenly remembered that before going out in the morning, my father had a stomachache. So I only took out the umbrella and walked home step by step.

The north wind blew my face like a knife, and a raindrop also jumped into my robes, making me tremble. I couldn’t help thinking of my father. If he was, he would let me hide in his raincoat. in. It is a warm place, there is no wind and rain, no cold, only the warmth of the heart and heart, and now...

I couldn't help but look back. Through the raindrops, there were only a few leaves and endless darkness.

Seeing this, my heart can't help but calm down. I hope that my father can appear here! But thinking of my father's body, I am sensible to understand that this is almost impossible.

"Xiaoxiang..." What? Someone called me.

I look back again. what! Then... that is the father. He shuttled through the cold rain, and drove me quickly, regardless of the accumulated water. Those waters seem to be infected by his eagerness and can't help but jump. The lights in front of the car are extraordinarily soft in the endless darkness, like a beam of light in the abyss, giving hope. My heart has been contracted by this light.

I felt unprecedented happiness at that moment, and I forgot to run in the rain, ignoring the splashing of water on the trousers.

"Quickly, put on the coat and put on the raincoat."

His father’s voice was a little hoarse, but he was still full of concern. I put the clothes on obediently. After I finished, I found out that my father's face was waxy. I asked in a panic: "Father, you are fine." "Nothing." The father said while cleaning the back seat of the electric car with a prepared rag.

I was sitting in the car with a restless mood. The silence of my father made my anxiety more.

In the night, my father spit. The mother said with a little blame on the side: "Let me go, you don't listen." The father's voice shook a little: "I - I really can't worry about my son." I lay on the bed and cried.

Looking back, I not only saw my father's figure, but also my father's selfless love. Even if it is cold and chilly, the wind that is released will not stop the love. It is like an umbrella, leaving the haze to yourself, leaving the sun to the children; it is like a candle, leaving the pain to yourself, leaving the light to the children; it is like jade, leaving all the damage to yourself, and the beauty of the beauty Jade left to us.

Tangled day

Today is a very tangled day for me in the summer vacation.

In the morning, my father went to work and told me not to watch TV when I left. When I left my father, I was eager to watch TV, but I was afraid that my father would tell me and then quickly turned my attention to the book. But there are no moving pictures in the TV series, no beautiful martial arts in the TV series, and no exciting music in the TV series. Only the boring words, not a little angry, made my desire unsatisfied, only a moment, I sat like a blanket, so I kept turning around in the chair, I wanted the rotation to bring all the troubles behind me. But they are like my shadow, and I can't get rid of it. The ultimate desire takes up most of my body and mind, pushing my conscience and fear into a corner.

I turned on the TV. When I watched TV, my desires were satisfied, but I was not happy. Because my mood is in a very tangled situation, like the wind with two opposite directions, and I saw a windmill, I want to take this windmill away. My heart is like this windmill, not between right and wrong. After stopping the road, I lost my way.

At noon, Dad taught me a lesson, and this training, like the lighting in my life, let me see myself, let me sort out the clues from the entanglement - I should learn. You should not waste precious time in the morning.

The tangled day is finally no longer tangled.

The blue sky is beautiful beauty

Another dream, spanning the boundaries between night and dawn, sleep and awakening. Leave a deep imprint on me.

Back in the small class, I was very familiar with Ye teacher, surrounded by my classmates. My composition was praised by the teacher. The teacher's face was not clear, but her ear was full of her magnetic voice, still her straight standing position. I am very happy.

Unconsciously, it may have been a long time, maybe only a few minutes later. I went into another scene again: Teacher Ye was evaluating the test paper, talking about it, and talking about a copywriting question. The blue sky is the beauty of _____. Teacher Ye’s finger used for chalk for many years has been awkward and I want to imitate it. I can't help but get nervous and blurt out subconsciously: the blue sky is beautiful beauty.

After that, I realized my mistake, and at this time my classmates were laughing. Teacher Ye stopped them with a strict eye. I smiled and said to me: "The beginning of a very creative, continue!" I clearly saw the pure eyes of the teacher's clear face, and gave me encouragement. Suddenly, my previous tensions were gone, and I burst out loud: the blue sky is a beautiful beauty, where is the purest white cloud, where...

Just then, I woke up without compromising. I am very sad and can read my sentence in front of the "teacher". The unit quickly decided to pick up the pen and wrote it down:

The blue sky is beautiful, with the purest white clouds, the most fascinating sunset. Looking up at the blue sky, hundreds of millions of years ago this was a leisurely way for humans to relax. In the blue sky, you can see the most distant dreams, it will make you feel happy with your dreams. The most valuable thing is that it will tell you when you need it most: the child, you are one step away from your dreams! As my teacher Ye.

In one go, the encouragement of the teacher in my mind has not disappeared.

This is not just a dream, but more a microcosm of the facts. It is the encouragement and support of the teacher, only,

Dream classroom

Dreams, crossing the boundaries of night and dawn, sleeping and awakening. Some dreams, like a floating cloud, and some dreams, but like my classroom in the dream, I have imprinted a deep mark on the rings of my life.

Once upon a time, my dream went into my small class, and I was very familiar with Ye teacher, surrounded by my familiar classmates.

This class is our composition class. At the beginning, Teacher Ye praised me for writing my first essay. Her magnetic voice and the eyes of my classmates made me happy.

I don't know how long it took, Teacher Ye told a copying question, the blue sky is the beauty of _____. She asked to find a classmate to imitate, she looked at us.

Suddenly, I used my hand that had been dealing with chalk for many years, and I was a little bit confused because of my happiness. I wanted to imitate it. I can't help but get nervous and blurt out subconsciously: the blue sky is beautiful beauty.

After that, I realized my mistake, and at this time my classmates were laughing. Looking at me with their strange eyes, I suddenly collapsed and my head was blank.

At this time, Teacher Ye stopped them with a strict eye. I smiled and said to me: "The beginning of a very creative, continue!" I clearly saw the pure eyes of the teacher's clear face, and gave me encouragement. Suddenly, my previous tensions were gone, my thoughts were sorted out, and I shouted out loud: the blue sky is a beautiful beauty, with the purest white clouds and the most charming sunset. Looking up at the blue sky and counting the stars, this is a leisurely way for people to leisurely for hundreds of millions of years. In the blue sky, you can see the most distant dreams, it will make you feel happy with your dreams. The most valuable thing is that it will tell you when you need it most: the child, you are one step away from your dreams! ... In one go, the encouragement of the teacher in my mind has not disappeared.

My class is over in my dreams, but it is like all my classes. The encouragement and support of the teacher is forever, let me never give up on the road ahead!

hope

Difficulties: What can I hope to bring?

Analysis and exploration:

Idea 1: "Burn him, burn him..." The crowd held the torch and illuminated the sly expression on one face. The leader approached the person tied to the cross and said evilly: "The earth is the center of the universe." The man raised his head, and his scorpion reflected the light of the torch, like the two groups never extinguished. The fire of truth, he bravely and firmly said, "No, the sun is the center, the sun is the center." After that, it is a raging fire. He is Bruno. He wants people to believe in the truth. To this end, he can give up life without fear.

Summary 1: Hope can give courage.

Idea 2: He dropped the list twice, and his family's savings were almost exhausted. The relatives and friends around him advised him to give up school and work at home, but he insisted on going to college. The family had to let him read another year. This year, he worked very hard. Perhaps it was God who pity him. This year, the county held an English tutoring class to help those who failed in the college entrance examination. This is his opportunity. In the end, he was admitted to Peking University. He is Yu Minhong, his hope is very simple - admitted to college.

Summary 2: Hope can give people opportunities.

Idea 3: "砰" a gunshot, he rushed out one step, the first column, he calmly strode over the past, followed by the second, the third | ... he is like a dislocation The wild horses, the leopards that erupted, the tigers that went down the mountain, ran step by step. His two eyes stared closely at the finish line, near, and near. what! Crossed the finish line. This moment has cheered the Chinese people all over the world. He is Liu Xiang. He hopes to win a gold medal for China, and he has succeeded.

Summary 3: I hope to make people successful.

Summary: Hope is a force. He is the one that inspires you to bravely go when you are in trouble and the hardest time. It can bring courage, opportunity, and even success. I hope that the street lamp like the watch will illuminate the road ahead; I hope that the sweet ancient springs will let the thirsty people continue to move forward; hope that the soothing sound of the piano will soothe your wounds. I hope to live with you forever.

The sunshine in my heart

"The night gave me black eyes, but I used it to look for light." I like this sentence very much. But for me, I prefer to use it to "find the sun." Because the sun is warmer than the light, it is more memorable.

One morning when I was a child, I was sitting on my grandmother's tricycle with a big straw hat. For the first time, I accompanied my grandmother to work in the farm. I said that it was accompanied by work. In fact, it was just a way for my grandmother to look after me as a left-behind child.

When I arrived at the field, my grandmother took me from the tricycle and said, "Grandma is going to work, you are playing here, don't run around, Grandma calls you, you have to promise, hear no." I nodded happily.

My grandmother went to work, I was sitting bored on the floor, playing with my big straw hat for a while, touching the grass on the ground for a while, and turning the wheel of the tricycle for a while. In the meantime, my grandmother called me several times, and I responded a few times loudly.

Suddenly, a large green grasshopper appeared in front of my eyes. It jumped forward and jumped forward, and then stopped and no one else was eating grass. I can't help but ecstasy. I want to catch it and let it come with me. However, it can slip away every time. It slips through me, and I don't know it. I have already chased it far.

I don't know how long it took, and the shouts of Grandma came from afar, one time more than one, and one louder than one. The voice is full of anxiety and worry. I just woke up like a dream. I have already chased the grasshopper and gone very far. I forgot my grandmother’s aunt. I made a mistake, and while listening to my grandmother loudly, I rushed back and ran back. In the distance, an old man seems to have lost her most precious things, running to my side without the soul.

Grandma saw me, excitedly ran over and picked up her with muddy hands. Then I found out that Grandma’s clothes were all mud, and the legs and feet were still bleeding with my heartache. Wrestling. The scattered white hair is full of sweat.

The sun shines through my sweat and refracts into my heart, becoming the eternal sunshine in my heart. Warm me, make me unforgettable.

Lonely tour

Broken intestines, hay disease, spring and autumn. The faint crow is far away, and the turbid water is bitter. It’s not awkward, but toasting into the throat. There is no danger in the mountain stream.

The third day: the night ice evil