Since ancient times, there has been a saying that Meng Mu moved three times, her mother-in-law tattooed, and Meng Jiao's mother sewed clothes for her children to see them off. Although maternal love is great, the love our father gave us is also worthy of respect and praise.
Once, there was such a pair of eyes watching me born, and there was great joy from his bright eyes. He has always loved me, cared about me and worked hard for my growth. He is my father.
Once upon a time, there was such a pair of eyes staring at my mistakes, showing great severity from his bright eyes. Sometimes he will teach me softly, and sometimes I will be scolded loudly by him. He is my father.
Once, there was such a pair of eyes staring at my fragility, which showed great encouragement from his bright eyes. Although I have failed and shed tears, he has always supported me behind my back, perhaps not in action, but I can get spiritual comfort. He is my father.
Once, there was such a pair of eyes staring at my illness, and I felt extremely distressed from his bright eyes. Which child is not the heart of parents? When I love being sick, his heart will be as painful as mine. He is my father.
But now, in my memory, 15 years have passed, and those bright eyes have already become deep, because he is old, working hard for his daughter's healthy growth. He is getting old. He is old for the safety of his daughter, you know?
Unconsciously, white hair has climbed up his sideburns. He works hard for his family and tries to do everything best. He is busy socializing outside all day. I know he will be tired physically and mentally. He wants to stop, but his family needs him and wants to fight for his daughter's growth. No, he was not tired, but he was motivated again until he was old and died. He is my father.
Maybe it's a girl's nature. I like watching the rain very much since I entered the learning stage. I often lie on the windowsill and stare at the drizzle in spring or the rainstorm in summer for a long time. But at that time, the rain was only good and bad in my heart. Sometimes I like the rain, sometimes I hate it, and sometimes I complain about it.
Today, what I like best and what has upset me is still the misty spring rain, which nourishes everything and revives everything on the earth. People will say, "Spring is like a child's face." This is completely true. In the morning, it was sunny and rosy clouds filled the sky, but in the afternoon, the whole city was shrouded in white rain and fog. The rain is as light as a fallen leaf and as thin as a needle tip, gently falling on the street and covering people's faces. Occasionally, one or two pairs of swallows pass by, forming a landscape painting of Swift Qi Fei. Swallows have flown away, the rain is still falling, and they are flying to the earth as if to wash away the stains left by the last winter.
"When the flower meets the rain, it is another kind of lycopene." At this time, flowers are in full bloom and the earth is full of vitality. It all came from that continuous spring rain. The rain is still falling, and the misty yellow rain brings the poetry of "misty rain darkens thousands of families". Under the fragrant yellow street lamp, misty rain dances and "sneaked into the night with the wind", so light and fine, floating into thousands of families and nourishing people's hearts. It's beautiful. It's beautiful, charming and refreshing.
However, the spring rain in the sky also has its shortcomings, that is, mother-in-law. For several days, it didn't rain much, so it flew slowly and intermittently, making the whole street muddy, and the humid air became colder and more comfortable.
I don't think spring rain is as good as summer rain. The rain in summer is "urgent." Under the scorching sun, the earth is steaming, cicadas are singing in the trees, and there are few pedestrians in the street. Not long after, dark clouds were gathering, thunder and lightning flashed, and then heavy rain poured down. On every eaves, crystal white bead curtains hung straight down, splashing "rain flowers" on the ground. That's unique. The whole street is dripping, and the hot air just now has disappeared without a trace, and it is refreshing everywhere. People walked out of the room happily, talking and laughing. But ... the rain soon stopped and the sun poked its head out anxiously. People have to go home and turn on the air conditioner and fan to enjoy the cool.
Yu Xia really looks like a carefree little girl. She cries when she is unhappy and laughs when she is happy.
Of course, autumn rain and winter rain also have their own characteristics. Autumn night, the rain is continuous. Under the leaves, it dripped on the stone steps, making a burst of noise. "A leaf, a sound, an empty ladder dripped into light", which was really sad. Winter rain is like a ruthless whip mixed with cold wind, which makes you angry and hate.
However, it is spring rain, summer rain, autumn rain and winter rain that adorn the four seasons of the year and bring us many beautiful reverie. Winter has passed, and when I wrote it, the meaning of spring has quietly deepened. Look, the spring rain is continuous outside the window.
Excellent composition of Grade 83 swings around in the boat carrying memories, crossing the ripples of love on the water. The water waves are dizzy, and I recall that special love.
When I was a child, my mother in my memory was a gentle face and gentle words, while my father was a serious face. For this reason, I have been kissing my mother, thinking that my mother loves me more than my father, but that day really changed my opinion.
I used to go out for a walk with my parents. I always walked right and left for a while. My mother smiled and looked at me silently, but today, I'm going out for a walk with my father-his serious face makes me nervous.
Walking was so boring that even Grandfather Sun couldn't stand it, so he turned and got into the clouds. Father strode, and I followed. I didn't even speak. I can't change my playful nature after all. After a while, I ran to my father's left. He still looked ahead, but he pulled me back to his right hand.
I paused, but I didn't understand, but it aroused my curiosity. I ran to my left hand persistently, and he pulled back persistently. We haven't talked yet. Finally, while he was on the phone, I slipped away again. I was secretly happy when a car roared past me.
He immediately hung up the phone, pulled me over and swept over: "Who told you to go left! I pull you back again and again, and I don't have a long memory! " Suddenly, my father softened his tone and leaned down: "Are you hurt?"
I stood there, lost in thought, for a long time, and a line of clear tears hung on my cheeks: "Dad, let's go!" " "From that day on, I understood that it was not that my father didn't love me, but that his love was too deep, too special, too special. Perhaps, he loves me more and I smile.
Boat leisurely, across my heart, just for that special love.
Excellent composition of Grade 8: 4 substitution … evaluation … wrong! Try again, the fine sweat that is still wrong oozes from my forehead. I have worked out a math problem for more than ten times, but I always feel that the more I calculate it, the more chaotic it is, and the farther away it is from the correct result. I was so flustered that I reached out and crumpled up the draft paper.
"Stop-"Mom's voice rang out at the door, gesturing with her fingers that I crumpled up and threw the draft paper all over the floor.
"What's the matter?" I just got upset and asked grumpily.
"Come out."
"I'm only halfway there."
"Nothing, come out, you will like it." Mother smiled confidently. I can't help wondering what this is.
On the coffee table in the living room, there is a paved ink stone. "How long have you been practicing?" Mom looked at me with a smile.
"Mom, please let me finish that problem first. I just can't catch it." When I said this, these things in front of me have already made my hands ready to move. Since I was in the third grade, I have become more and more distant from my previous hobbies. Flute, calligraphy ... almost no time to take care of.
"I'll go and see, you practice for a while first." Mom said and walked to the corridor. As soon as my mother left, I couldn't wait to jump on the coffee table.
As soon as the ink cartridge is opened, the familiar smell of ink comes to the nose. Since I was four or five years old, this smell has been with me for nearly ten years. I picked up a brush and dipped it in ink. The snow-white pen turned black in an instant. Pen, pen, I held my breath and stared at the milky rice paper in front of me with rapt attention. In a short time, the word "static" jumped on the paper.
About twenty minutes passed, and I only wrote a few words, but I never had that concentration. Mom came over and looked at my handwriting and nodded with satisfaction: "I read your question, not the kind I wouldn't." Go ahead, try again, if not, ask me. "
I put down my pen, quietly walked back to my room and sat at the table. Once again, pick up the pen to examine the questions, habitually sketch them, and gradually write them down along your own ideas. I feel my heart is calm as never before, as calm as a lake, and there is no wind blowing. In a blink of an eye, the answer I have calculated for a long time has been unconsciously displayed in front of me in my pen. I can't believe that the core got it right and finally got it right. I breathed a sigh of relief and was about to tell my mother. When I turned around, my mother was standing by the door, smiling at me. I laughed too.
Sometimes, persistence is not the best way. Stop occasionally, let yourself put aside your distractions and feel like a mirror, and the problem will be solved naturally.
Rain is a phenomenon in nature, and the rain in four seasons is also very different. Rain will give people different feelings in different climates and environments. Nature is ever-changing, and different rains have different beauty. Only when you feel it with your eyes and heart can you find this beauty.
"Spring rain can thaw, and warmth can promote farming."
Spring rain is a sacred waiter who moistens everything. In the drizzle, everything revived, Yaner returned to the north, and farmers began to cultivate. Spring rain, like the dew of Guanyin, is a symbol of spring. The ticking spring rain rang the bell of the New Year and played the music of life. Under its watering, the willows by the lake grew new branches, and the flowing green long hair fluttered back and forth on the lake, as if writing a hymn of spring. Fish that have been bored for a winter leave the water, breathe fresh air, and churn, jump, play and frolic in the water. Spring rain is the water of life on earth!
"Summer rain and grass are smoked, and life is self-sufficient."
The poetic feeling of spring has gradually been replaced by the scorching high temperature. There was a roar in the dark clouds that covered the sun. Sharp lightning pierced the sky like a sword, and a heavy rain swooped down. The downpour made the heat disappear without a trace The burning sun is like a big stove before it rains, and everything on the earth seems to be burnt. This sudden heavy rain is like someone throwing a pot of water on the stove, and people are cheering in the rain!
"Autumn wind with autumn rain, cool at night."
In autumn, the rain is bleak, often mixed with the chilly autumn wind, giving people a sense of silence. After the rain, walking in the forest, golden leaves spread a carpet for you, which is more beautiful than the most luxurious floor in the world; Crickets in the mouth of the cave song for you, singing more beautiful than the piano; Cute little mushrooms drill out of the ground, like handfuls of small umbrellas, sheltering the land from the wind and rain. In such a beautiful environment, you will feel how beautiful the autumn rain is.
"A vine path is green, and the snow peaks are bright."
In winter, raindrops are frozen by the cold north wind and become snowflakes. They are like crystal tears, and like a group of lovely elves, flying in the air. Sometimes they fall on the towering trees that last forever, and sometimes they jump on the shoulders of pedestrians. How naughty they are! Only by being close to nature and experiencing with your heart can you find an unforgettable feeling.
I like the rain in four seasons. They have their own merits. They are sacred masterpieces of nature. They are symbols of beauty. Only by finding them with your heart can you feel the beauty of rain!
The teacher's heart is not silver, it is far purer than silver; Not gold, far more precious than gold. The teacher's heart is pure and precious: it is maternal love, full of parent-child affection; It is the rain that moistens the young forest; Is a clear spring, selflessly for people to suck. The light of wisdom, the crystallization of knowledge and broad feelings. This is the teacher's heart.
"Grateful heart, thank you. Being with me all my life gives me the courage to be myself. Grateful heart, thanks to fate, I will cherish it when flowers bloom and fall ... "Whenever this refreshing song rings, I can't help but think of my beloved teachers and parents. You are always encouraging and educating us. During the cold and hot seasons, in order to let us learn something, we get up early every day, get greedy for the dark, work tirelessly, take great pains and have no complaints. Your love is invisible and intangible, but it moistens our hearts. You have worked hard!
When I first stepped into the school gate with fear, your kind words comforted me and brought my fear into the school and colorful campus. When I first stepped into this world, your happy smile from my parents made me no longer afraid and brought me into this rich world, this happy and harmonious family. When I was ashamed to face my mistakes, you taught me the truth of being a meaningful person. You made my young and ignorant mind understand the correct truth and made me believe that I would face setbacks correctly in the future; When I faced failure with a lost heart, you came to me like an angel, giving me courage and hope. Bring my wounded and discouraged heart into the sky of faith and into the door of success; When I treated success with joy, your kind reminders gave me humility and progress.
Flowers appreciate the rain and dew, because the rain and dew moistened it; The eagle is grateful to the sky, because the sky makes it fly; The mountain is grateful to the earth, because the earth makes it lofty ... I want to thank my beloved teacher! Thank you for always watering our thirsty people with sweat on the podium, spreading the sunshine of love with songs, and comforting our wandering souls with gentle hands. I want to thank my dear parents! Thank you for your support and education, touching our young hearts with caring words and keeping our hopes for life with a happy mood.
Dear teachers and parents, your teachings are like spring breeze, just like Seo Woo. Moisten our hearts. Finally, I sincerely wish our most respected teachers and dearest parents a happy New Year, year after year.
In the spring of July, the excellent composition of grade eight indicates hope and represents warmth. In the journey of life, everyone has their own spring, but in my heart, it is a long winter.
It was a cold and silent night when my father suddenly disappeared. In one night, my father disappeared forever, without a trace! Looking back, my father is smiling every day, so warm smile makes me sad when I think about it!
When I was a child, I was also a happy child. My father goes out early and comes back late every day, and he never forgets to bring me a pack of instant noodles when he comes home. At that time, I was not sensible. As soon as father came back, I cried for instant noodles. Father always looks for it slowly on purpose, and then suddenly magically takes out a pack of instant noodles. Sometimes, he deliberately held it high, which made me jump around and made my father laugh. Whenever I think of such a scene, I can remember it vividly.
However, that night, my father's tragedy happened. He just left us quietly. Since then, the spring in my heart has gone, leaving only the cold and frozen winter.
When I was at school, many children often called me "a child without a father". Laugh at my rags and my shortcomings. Every time I am bullied by others, I shout in my heart, "Dad! Why did you leave! Why don't you take me! "
Day after day, I have an evil thought: wait, when I grow up, I will kill all your families, not one left.
My grades began to decline, my mother scolded me, and everyone in the same village looked down on me.
Just as my evil thoughts were strengthening, the appearance of a person changed my winter.
She taught me Chinese. Once in class, she said, "Who will wear the rest of the clothes for the roots?" She is the head teacher of Class One, Grade Four, Miss Li. This course gives me hope for life. Miss Li often chats with me and reads me interesting stories. In front of her, I felt like a favored child, and the ice inside began to melt. I seem to see the spring with singing and dancing and a hundred flowers blooming.
Once, I didn't hand in my homework. Teacher Li called me out and only said a word gently: "Work hard, Genzhu!" " "I'm ashamed. Although this sentence is simple and ordinary, it makes me dare not slack off. Since then, I have been among the best in Chinese, English and math. I seem to be a different person. Answer questions actively in class and help classmates enthusiastically at ordinary times. Slowly, I found that people's eyes on me also changed. When teachers often praise me and many students greet me with smiles, I am more confident and optimistic.
I feel the warmth of spring again.
Yes, life has spring and winter. It is the warmth of human nature that awakens the spring in my heart.
Time is running out and class will be over soon. We are all expecting the teacher to forget the parent-teacher conference. After all, the teacher is here. Although I performed well, I always felt a little uneasy. When the teacher announced that there would be a parent-teacher meeting tomorrow afternoon, some students were very happy, some students were very upset, and some students were as nervous as me.
The next afternoon, the parents' meeting began. I stayed at home, feeling ambivalent. What if I'm not on the teacher's praise list at the parent-teacher meeting? What if the teacher tells my parents that I occasionally make up my homework? The teacher compared my exams last semester with this semester and criticized me for retrogression in front of my parents. What should I do?
I can't help but imagine the scene at that time: the teacher stood on the podium and announced to the parents with a smile: "Huang Hanfeng and other four students have made great progress in history. Everyone applauded." But more should still be negative. The teacher's face changed and became very serious, and then he began to announce the collection and delivery of homework in the first two months: "Huang Hanfeng made up six times and didn't hand it in once, which deducted 17 points ..." After that, the teacher took out the English report of the mid-term exam, and his face became even uglier: "... Huang Hanfeng didn't do well in the exam this time, so let him go home and listen to English for one more hour in the future.
When I was in primary school, the parent-teacher conference would be over at this time, so I began to wait anxiously for my parents' return. I'm afraid my parents will come back and hear the teacher's criticism, so I hope my parents won't come back so soon. But if the teacher praises me and I fall asleep, I may not hear my parents' praise, so I hope my parents don't come back so late.
In the evening, my parents still didn't come back. I waited and waited, feeling dizzy and sleepy. I turned on the radio, listened, listened and finally fell asleep. I dreamed that my parents gently pushed open the door and put a box on the table.
Life is a gem, and only when it is carved can it shine; Life is more like a rainbow. Only after the baptism of wind and rain, can we bloom beautiful lights. Life is actually very short, just like quicksand sliding through your fingers, just like Haiyan passing through the sea without leaving a trace. What should we do in this short and limited time?
How do you live? Some people say: "Life is to enjoy, earn a lot of money and live a life of luxury." Some people also said, "You should devote yourself to the country and the people all your life and work for life." Yes! In life, we should not only make ourselves live well, but also make ourselves live worthily.
What is life like? Life is a train, and its destination is always only one-death. Will not give up halfway, and will not extend the "journey." And along the way, there are happiness and sadness; Sweet and salty; There are points and combinations. The scenery along this road is beautiful and ugly; There are clear skies and storms in Wan Li. Some people's trains stop early, others stop late, but they will stop eventually.
How to live a wonderful life? A good circus must have good actors, a good stage and life, and so on. A wonderful life can only be created by yourself, not by others. Wonderful at the same time, it also has its unique value and aesthetic feeling.
There is no good or bad in life, no good or evil, no impurities, everything is created by ourselves. Your own life belongs only to yourself; Your own road, always just a person to go on!
10 Rain has different styles in different seasons.
In spring, it rains in Mao Mao. Rain drops down, as big as sesame seeds. The spring rain is falling like a fairy holding a kettle again and watering the earth. Seedlings and trees are absorbing the spring rain. When they haven't drunk enough, the spring rain has stopped unconsciously. This spring rain, like rain and dew, moistens everything. No wonder people often say, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil." The grass has been moistened by the spring rain, and one by one it sticks out its little head and looks around; The trees were nourished by the spring rain and all sprouted; The flowers were moistened by the spring rain, and they opened their smiles one by one ... Seeing that everything was moistened by the spring rain, I couldn't help but think of two poems: "Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently."
Summer rain is vigorous. When I was not careful, in the blink of an eye, it was overcast, lightning and thunder. After several thunders, the rain poured down. The rain came and went quickly this summer. The rain soon stopped and a beautiful rainbow appeared in the sky.
The autumn rain is cool. When you stand outside, you will feel very cool, very cool. After the autumn rain, you will smell a fragrance, whether it is sweet-scented osmanthus or delicious fruit.
The rain in winter is very cold. This rain is accompanied by snow, falling one by one, just like some broken ice, which makes people feel very cold.
Spring rain is as thin as a needle, summer rain is as big as a bean, autumn rain is as cool as a dream, and winter rain is as cold as ice. How wonderful the rains are in these four seasons. With them, how colorful nature will become! I like the rain in these four seasons!