A person, standing on the balcony watching the night scene, holding a cup of unsweetened coffee. I took a sip of my lips, and a bitter taste welled up on the tip of my tongue, and then gradually flowed down my throat. At night, it's really quiet, quiet enough to hear your breathing. ...
Warm liquid slipped into the stomach and a sharp pain came from the stomach. With a snort of stuffy, I collapsed in the chair next to me. The coffee cup fell from my hand and broke, and the flying stars fell on my clothes and fainted.
"bang! Bang! Hey! " Suddenly someone knocked at the door.
"What's the matter with you? Why is it so loud? Open the door! " It's that anxious but boring voice again.
"Don't you tube! Go away! " I shouted at the door, my clenched hand hit the table, and it was another sound.
Gradually, there was no sound outside. Oh! Funny charity!
I don't have time to care about what's going on outside the door, and I don't want to! You adults are so selfish! When have you ever cared about your children?-How do I feel?
Recalling the big fight they had in the living room just now, my exhaustion welled up in my eyes, but I didn't cry! I can't cry! When have I ever cried in front of them?
The upper teeth bite the lower lip tightly, and the nails of both hands are gradually embedded in the palms. No matter how sour the nose is, no matter how strong the smell of blood is, tears-never come off.
"hey!" I know, the door was opened! What's the use of locking? You still have the key!
"hey! Why are you in such a mess? Does your stomach hurt again? Didn't I tell you to drink less coffee if you have a bad stomach! " She came over and saw the stains on the mountain and me. She started giving me charity again! Then he squatted down and began to pick up the debris on the ground.
"That's enough! Can you put on less airs in front of me? You make me sick! -and I will do my own thing, I don't need you here! " I gave her a black look and my eyes were full of blood!
"You don't capricious! Look at your dirty body! Go and take a bath, it's so late! Go to sleep after taking a shower! "
"I don't want you to be in charge!" I finally couldn't help crying, tears poured out like a flood, dripping on the ground and splashing transparent manzhushahua. I pushed her away and squatted on the ground to pick up debris.
"ah!" She let out a cry, and I heard the fame, but I saw the red liquid gradually flowing out of my calloused hands on the ground, and I was filled with guilt at once.
You!' I called her, but I didn't bend down to see her injury, I just stood there. I must not be soft-hearted
"It's okay! Go take a shower! " She didn't look up, but pulled out the glass fragments that were stuck in her palm and continued the action just now.
I watched her wait for a while. Although I don't have purple skin, I can vaguely see crow's feet in the corner of my eyes. That's a woman's biggest natural enemy! The line of sight gradually moved up, and the dazzling white hair looked so pale under the incandescent lamp!
I don't know when she got up and met my eyes blurred by tears. I quickly turned around to hide my embarrassment. At that moment, I saw her smile ...
My stomach doesn't seem to hurt so much anymore, so I continue to watch the night scene in dirty clothes. Still so quiet and silent. Suddenly a breeze broke the silence. Is the wind just messy? No, it's still the voice slowly pieced together with the heart ...
2. There is a feeling of happiness and a kind of happiness in the composition entitled "A Thing that Moves Me".
And I am a lucky girl who will enjoy this happiness. It snowed heavily that winter.
The night before New Year's Eve, I lay by the window watching the snow. The light is full of flying snowflakes, as if unable to restrain joy.
When the Spring Festival comes, the continuous firecrackers are full of warm atmosphere. Everything seems to be reflected in the background of orange light, including a few silver hairs faintly visible in parents' hair, shining in the painting on this winter night.
I will never forget how my parents raised me. They watered me with simplicity and kindness, let wisdom and enthusiasm permeate me, and let my little flowers thrive happily.
I can't remember how many times I fell. My parents cheered me up with encouraging eyes and kind smiles and made me stand up again. I can't forget how many nights I reviewed my lessons under the light, and my parents sat under the light, silently accompanying me late at night-I can't remember how many little things were full of my parents' love and how many parents cared like sunshine-suddenly, I felt that the light was full of love, and my face was unconsciously wet in the snow. Looking at this quiet night scene, I suddenly felt very moved and felt that I should do something for it. The next day, I wanted to surprise my parents.
I got up quietly at first light the next day. It snowed like goose feather all night, making the earth bright, even the sunshine outside the window was so dazzling.
I was in a hurry to open the door for an appointment, and when I opened the door, I froze. A snow doll stood in front of my house with a playful look, a big red hat on her head, waving a "big hand" and smiling sweetly.
With a snort, I couldn't help laughing. "Happy New Year!" Two people came out from behind the snow doll. So it's mom and dad. They looked at me tenderly.
My nose is suddenly sour, and tears can't help flowing down. I want to give my parents a smile-I didn't expect them to face their parents, and I was speechless.
In that snow, I took my parents and looked at them affectionately for a long time-I remember a poet saying, "How can I thank you?" When I came to you, I wanted to harvest a spring breeze, but you gave me the whole spring; How can I thank you? When I came to you, I wanted to hold a handful of waves, but you gave me the whole ocean. " Yes, how can I thank you, mom and dad?
You gave me life, you gave me strength, you gave me happiness, but I got nothing in return. There is a feeling called happiness, and there is a kind of happiness called moving.
Thank you, mom and dad, for giving me happiness and moving me. I understand your hardships, I understand your hope, and I will do my best to give you happiness, so that everyone can learn to be moved, like a refreshing spring.
After drinking the spring, our hearts become clear and bright. Touched, like an intoxicating sea breeze.
Feel the sea breeze, our hearts become pure and spacious. Touched, like heartbreaking snow.
Appreciating the snow makes our hearts quiet and peaceful. When the world has no moving footprints, it will become a frozen world.
Ruthless. Friend, please take your heart out of the mud! Please make a little space to bear the touch that is enough for us to remember for a lifetime.
3. The composition title "One thing that moved me" moved me. Time flies. In a blink of an eye, half a semester has passed, and memories are as much as raindrops. Some have been forgotten because of the passage of time, and some have left indelible marks in my heart. Because I was moved, I left an indelible impression. Let me hold these raindrops in my hand and tell you slowly! It was a Friday, and it was raining cats and dogs. At noon, I didn't listen to my parents' advice and didn't bring an umbrella. Now God is against me, but it's raining at this time. "Dad doesn't come back today, and mom will get off work at 5 o'clock. What should I do? " I whispered, "Damn God, I can't get off work early to play. What should I do now? " I complained. At this time, a classmate like me who didn't bring an umbrella was unlucky. Now I'm much happier. I was just about to ask where she lived when I heard that her mother was coming! "It turns out that this classmate's mother is here." I'm dizzy. I finally had a companion leave again. "I have to swallow my bitter water again. I can only stand at the door of the classroom, hoping to see my mother coming. " Hey! What are you doing? Just stand here. "I was looking for fame, but it turned out to be my deskmate friend Peng." I hope you can handle it. "I deliberately looked far away and said corruptly." Hey hey, you didn't bring an umbrella (* _ *) "Peng thief laughed. It's none of your business. I'm still saying "I'll take you home". "I look unbelievable." Yes, "Peng nodded slightly, but I still have doubts in my heart. I remembered the scene where Peng and I quarreled every day and occasionally fought. "hey! Idiot, are you coming or not? "Peng's words interrupted my train of thought." Go, go, "I answered in a panic. On the way home, I felt as if it didn't rain. When I looked up, it was dark red. When I looked past Peng, only a small place covered her. I pushed my umbrella past Peng, but it gave way to me. It's still raining, but my heart is full.
The title of this article is "What moved me", and what I experienced is like the stars in the sky. Some of them moved me, some made me feel ashamed, some made me extremely angry, some made me feel solemn, some made me feel interesting, and some made me experience the joy of success.
Now I will tell you one of my successes. In my fifth grade summer vacation, I watched others riding bicycles on the highway, and I didn't know how awesome it was.
I envy it. I think: if one day, I also ride a bike in the street, I don't know how cool it is! Over time, this psychology of learning to ride a bike slowly blossomed in my heart.
Finally, one day, I couldn't stand the loneliness in my heart and asked my cousin to teach me to ride a bike. At my repeated requests, my cousin had no choice but to follow me and take me to the park to learn to ride a bike. My cousin rode a bike on a meadow first, and then said to me, "Riding a bike is actually very simple. As long as you hold the handlebar and step on it, you have to overcome your fear, that's all. "
You ride first, and I'll hold the back seat. "Great, I can finally learn to ride a bike, and my heart is as sweet as honey.
I held the handlebar and stepped on the cushion. My heart is beating like a rabbit. The handlebar sometimes turns left and sometimes right, as if I were not careful and would fall down. I tried my best to restrain my nervousness and calm myself down. After a while, I mastered the skill of balance.
I thought to myself: it's too easy to ride a bike. My cousin let go of my hand when he saw that I rode so well. Accidentally, I fell down on all fours, and I stumbled and got up. I feel pain. As soon as I mentioned my trouser legs, I saw that I had scratched my skin. I really want to give up and don't want to learn. I took it out on my cousin and shouted at him, "It's all your fault. Why did you let me go and I fell so badly? "
My cousin understands my mood and doesn't care about me. He said to me. "Failure is the mother of success. Who learned to ride a bike without falling down? Is my cousin a deserter? I don't recognize such a cousin? " "I'm not a deserter."
I am very angry. I don't allow others to laugh at me. Anyway, I'm determined to learn to ride a bike.
"Then you are not a deserter. Show me." Cousin said.
"You wait and see." I shouted at my cousin.
I patted the dust on my body, turned over and got on the bus. I bravely pushed forward and sat in the car. I really regret being so rude to my cousin. I blame myself for being too conceited. At this time, a small stone blocked the way, and I fell heavily to the ground again.
But I stood up without hesitation, got on the bike and never dared to ride it carelessly again. After I fell down and got up again and again, it didn't take long for me to learn to ride a bike.
The moment I learned to ride a bike, I felt the sky was blue, the clouds were white and the grass was green. Nowadays, learning to ride a bike has become my proudest shining star. A drop of water can reflect the brilliance of the sun, and many nuances in life can reveal gentle maternal love.
Mom has a habit, a family-sized dress, which is stacked in different categories when the seasons change in spring and summer. That day, she packed her clothes as usual, and I was lying on the sofa reading an old magazine. In the afternoon, the warm sunshine shines in, and a bunch of pure white gardenias on the coffee table exudes a faint fragrance.
"Look, Wang Hao, there are many handkerchiefs here!" My mother suddenly turned to me and said that she seemed very excited. "handkerchief?" I asked.
"Do you remember these handkerchiefs? It's been here for over ten years. Look, this blue one, remember? When you were four years old, I used to pin him on your coat and wipe your sweat. I watched you run in front of me, and your handkerchief shook like a flower Hu Die! " Mother talked aimlessly, without looking at me, completely immersed in happy memories.
I listened quietly and said nothing. I can't talk to my mother-because I don't remember anything.
"There is this piece of blue and white, which was specially made when you were 10 years old. It was printed with the words-'10 Happy birthday to my beloved son Wang Hao'.
Alas, in the blink of an eye. "She sighed softly and turned to me, but her loving eyes made me feel at a loss.
How I wish I could remember these past events, even if they are vague and fragmentary! I can't imagine why my mother collected the past so carefully and told me everything like a treasure. Doesn't she always complain that she has a bad memory when she is old? I admit, I completely forgot the story of the handkerchief and threw it in the corner of my memory. In addition, handkerchiefs are out of fashion now, and they are replaced by paper towels. When you sweat, take out one, rub it gently, it has a good texture and a faint aroma, and then throw it away casually. How convenient.
So naturally, the handkerchief was unconsciously forgotten. If my mother hadn't mentioned it unintentionally, I really couldn't remember that these handkerchiefs once belonged to me. My mind easily accepts new things and forgets some things, including the most basic and true love.
My mother, however, is a collector of years, always walking behind me, quietly picking up my missing mood and initial innocence. I felt my eyes a little wet and whispered, "Mom, how do you remember so much?" Mother was silent for a while before answering, "How could I not remember?" She seems to be talking to herself.
My tears fell quietly. Yeah, how could you not remember? Because I love you, I remember.
Time flies like running water, and many memories fade with the passing of days. But one thing impressed me deeply-deep maternal love.
That morning, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "Son, the weather forecast says it will rain today, so take an umbrella." I looked up at the sky. This is evident in Wan Li. How can it rain? I dropped my umbrella and ran out the door.
Just after school at noon, suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and suddenly the rainstorm poured down. All the students with rain gear went home, and the others were picked up by their parents one by one.
My father teaches in a foreign school and never goes home at noon. As it happens, my mother has a high fever these days and is still taking intravenous drip.
I don't think anyone will pick me up. I am sitting alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry. Looking at the pouring rain outside the window, I couldn't help crying.
At this time, it appeared in the heavy rain.
5. Write a 500-word composition on the topic of "something that moved me". There is such a story on snowy days.
Early in the morning, I walked in the street and felt very cold. The day before yesterday, the city ordered all kinds of advertisements and leaflets. Posted in any corner should be cleaned up. To this end, all the cleaners in the city have been dispatched and started to clean this beautiful city comprehensively.
I watched snowflakes flying all over the sky and a bunch of busy cleaners. Inadvertently, I found some leaflets and other papers stuck on the smooth wall opposite, and an old woman cleaner was tearing them carefully. Those papers seem difficult to tear. The cleaning lady brushes them with a brush dipped in water, and then carefully tears them with her hands. I think her hands must be cold, but she is not afraid of cold, and there is a fire in her heart.
She was very serious and cleaned several sheets of paper in succession. She went to another house. However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but it stopped in the air and seemed to be solidified. I saw her body getting closer to the wall again. Then I saw her shake her head slightly. What happened? What happened? I want to know. I saw that she looked intently for a while, and then slowly left the paper without cleaning it. Why not clear it? Did she forget the city rules? A series of questions came to my mind. Well, then, I think I'll take a look.
I was just about to start when I saw another thin cleaning lady coming to the newspaper office. Her behavior is exactly the same as that of the old cleaner: raising her right hand and freezing in the air; Shake your head slightly; Keep your eyes on it for a while and leave slowly. I was more puzzled and decided to have a look.
Cross the road and come to the front of that wall. What caught my attention was the search for you. It says: Zhao Jie, female, 14 years old ... Once the doubts were solved, I finally understood everything. Snowflakes are still flying like goose feathers, but I no longer feel cold. ...
6. The composition entitled "What Moves Me" has more than 450 words. Come on, when it rains, I will think of my father and the things that move me the most. It was Friday, and I don't know who angered God. Suddenly, the sky outside the window darkened and it began to rain in Mao Mao. But who would have expected that the light rain in Mao Mao gradually turned into a downpour at noon, and my mood was as gloomy as the sky. What shall we do? I didn't bring my umbrella and didn't tell my family to pick me up. Look up at the sky, the rain won't stop for a while, and I don't have any money. I am in a really bad mood. I really envy watching my classmates walk out of school one by one. Just then, a kind voice came into my ear, "Xinying!" I turned around and said, "Dad!" I cried out excitedly. I saw my father riding a bicycle and wearing a black raincoat, but this small raincoat could not stop the string of raindrops at all. I covered my head with my schoolbag and ran to my father. Father quickly opened the umbrella and handed it to me. I found the seat wrapped in a plastic bag by my father. He said he was afraid of getting wet on the road. I am very touched. "Come on!" Dad said, I am happy to sit on it. Dad rode carefully every step, and the wind was getting stronger and stronger. My umbrella has been blown over several times. Dad took my umbrella and put on my raincoat. The rain beads hit my father on his body and face. I tried to give them back to him, but it was useless. Finally, I got home, my father was covered in water, and my mother quickly brought a towel and asked me. My umbrella broke down on the way, so I gave her my raincoat, so I got wet, so I went to take a shower. "My father turned into the bathroom, and I was moved to tears. This incident impressed me deeply and let me know how much my father loved me. I am proud to have such a father.
7. Write a short essay of no less than 600 words on the topic "What moved me the most". Living in this world, there are always many things that make people sad and emotional. The world is not heartless. People always have feelings. Some people get along well, while others get along badly just because they get along. This is a very realistic phenomenon! There are many things that touched me most: when I was a child, my father milked me and fought with shepherd dogs in the ice and snow. My mother said it was funny, but I was really moved, which often insisted on my reason for living. Because of these, people should live better! When I was a child, my father was a soldier, and he was always upright, which is what I yearn for now. The sentries there often tease us. My mother often said that I almost died when I was a child, and later I found the commander's daughter to save my life. It's a doctor, right? I have been wondering why it is necessary for the commander's daughter to be a doctor. Why can't other doctors save me? This must be very troublesome, so I am always moved.
Touch your own life. It's good. It was really troublesome when I was a child. I remember I was sick every week, so my father often came back from the army to take me to the hospital. I also often remember to stop military vehicles and sometimes take jeeps.
When I was in primary school, I got sick once. On the way back, I always can't walk and walk slowly. Later, the teacher told my mother that my mother carried me home. I remember growing quite big at that time! My parents have always been very kind to me. When I was a child, I was often scolded and sometimes beaten. Alas, now that I think about it, there were many family rules at that time: no, no going into the river, no fighting, no anything, so now I have to abide by everything, and sometimes I feel very happy when I break it! Now that I think about it, I used to talk back to my parents in junior high school and high school, which made them very angry. Now that I am an adult, I often think that when I was in college, my father sent me to school. I always insisted on going by myself, but he was always worried, so he would quarrel again! My father is very capable, but I am poor, so I often think that I can do my own thing without the help of my parents. Sometimes I often think that he is a big tree, and I am like a tree in the shade of a tree. When can we grow up and surpass it? He went to the party school in Beijing for half a year or a year. When he wrote to his mother, I wrote back, remembering that we were always asked to study hard, as if we were always stupid and unable to learn. Alas, is it useless in my father's eyes? Some time ago, I showed my father "Information Technology Education", and my article was published on it. He didn't even want to read it. My mother said she wanted to see it, so she found reading glasses. Alas, it's a pity that I wrote the courseware design again. How can I make my father understand? Anyway, he read a few pages carefully and made no comments, but he said it was good to publish articles in national magazines and encouraged me to write more. Alas, writing articles is so easy! I remember my father used to be a reporter and a secretary, and he could take pictures, so I must have taken a lot! One year I went to Liuzhou Daily and asked my dad to collect some for me as a souvenir. He has always been dull, saying that Liuzhou Daily was sold out, but I asked my sister to help me find a copy, which I always remember. Sometimes I often wonder when I wish I could surpass my father's skills. He has no skill, so I have always looked down on him. Alas, living in this vision, sometimes I don't want to go home. I want to be a good person, live a good life and live a happy life. When I encountered difficulties before, I sometimes couldn't figure it out, but I always remembered that there were so many things to go through. Why not live well? Mom always said that when you were young, you would die without the help of a doctor. Well, if you have already died, what happiness will you have? So, I just want to play, visit all parts of China, have a look and take a walk. At the same time, I just remember to work hard and be a useful person now. My reaction is always many years slower than others before I figure out some problems.
I often wonder why many problems take a long time to understand, sometimes it takes a year or even years! Live well anyway. Although you may not be responsible for going to heaven, there are still too many concerns in the world, and you can't leave and you can't bear to leave. Live, face it! My parents moved me to the bright moon, which is brighter because of the background of the night sky; The stream is clearer because of pebbles; Because of green grass, flowers become more beautiful.
Open the window and look at the night sky. The stars are bright, and the night is decorated with gorgeous brilliance. There is still a trace of love on the earth ... the topic of parents is old but more eternal. Different people always have different experiences and feelings. Since ancient times, many literati have shed a little pen and ink to express the greatness of maternal love and describe the tenacity of fatherly love.
For example, Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons and Zhu Ziqing's Back. The love I learned from my parents has disappeared without a trace, and true love is silent.
My parents' kindness warmed my heart. In the year of primary school graduation, the whole sixth grade accumulated strong learning energy.
I was unwilling to lag behind, so I increased my horsepower and began to review intensively. Unfortunately, at this time, I have to prepare for the final exam, plan the Children's Day program, practice table tennis and take part in the competition. Plus the entrance examination of Tian Li school, every day I am like a broken machine, working nonstop and never resting.
But in the end, I got good grades in the final exam, shined brilliantly on the stage, became more and more brave on the table, and was admitted to Tian Li School with high scores. What is this? Let me have such great strength to cross this bumpy road, and let me have such great courage to overcome all the difficulties? It is love! It was my parents who gave me endless encouragement. How many times I stood up in the face of setbacks and regained my confidence.
Every day after school, when the bell rings, I rush to the playground at a fast speed and start rehearsing one after another. Mom and dad always smile at my busy figure on the stage, and a faint breath of love shines into my heart like a beam of sunshine; After the rehearsal, I grabbed the table tennis board and ran to the table tennis table. Under teacher Zhang's training, I practiced chopping, spinning, lifting, mixing and various methods of serving and catching the ball.
Sometimes my parents appreciate my skills, and I often do.
8. Composition on the topic of something that touched me In this world, there are many people who are moved and many things that are moved. They are like the stars in the sky, flashing, illuminating people's hearts, illuminating people's behavior and morality. There is a little thing that shines in my mind like a star, and I will never forget it.
It was an afternoon just after a light rain. A mother and daughter went downstairs for a walk. At that time, the air and the ground were wet and smelled of earth. There are still a few drops of water on the green leaves, which adds a little cuteness to the green leaves. Flowers also appeared smiling faces. The sky is so blue, the air is so fresh, and small insects are enjoying the gift of nature. People have also come out for activities, adding a lot of vitality to this beautiful painting. The little girl sang as she ran, as if she were a beautiful, striking and lovely butterfly in spring. She ran, jumped, sang and sang, and soon she came to a road they had to take. There is still a little water on the only road, which looks very slippery. Holding her pants carefully, she walked over step by step. When she saw her mother coming, she shouted to her mother from a distance, "Mom, the road is slippery. Be careful! " Say that finish, blunt mother a sweet smile.
Although this is a small matter, it reflects the kindness of the little girl who cares about others. Although it is only a short sentence, it can reflect her love and respect for her mother. I saw such a story that a child often helps others, cares about others, shares happiness and sadness with others, and finally wins a happy life.