Life is like a river, and each tributary has a seemingly irreparable distance. However, they will eventually converge. At this time, we will find that the distance washed away by the waves cannot be the reason for our willfulness. Junior high school life is accompanied by heavy studies, and I am impatient. It seems that because of this sudden pressure, I can't stand your "concern" all day.
The setting sun falls on the cliff, stepping on the afterglow, opening the door and lying in bed feebly. I'm too tired to open my eyes. "Get up, I have to do my homework after dinner." I don't know why, today I am inexplicably angry and inexplicably indifferent. "Get up!" The second urging, like a torch, lit the smoke in my heart. "What? I study every day, but you can rest at home. Parents teach their children to study, but you can't do anything. " My angry roar seems to make you feel at a loss, but you forget that your wound is the experience of dropping out of school in those years. At this moment, it's very quiet. You seem to hear tear drops's voice.
In the room, lying in bed, I still can't calm my manic heart, and my eyes inadvertently swept to the corner of the table. I took pictures of you and me when we were children, and I remembered what my father told me about your past school experience. My coldness surfaced when I just argued, and my remorse instantly extinguished my anger. Once your concern for me flashed like a movie: umbrella in the rain, cotton-padded clothes in the snow, steaming milk in the middle of the night ... you persisted in doing small things for so many years and still enjoyed it. My safety and sureness are your smiles.
Tears blurred. ...
I regret treating you like that. After more than ten years of companionship and care, how can you alienate us with bad tone and resistance? The door suddenly opened and I looked back and saw your red eyes. You turned your head in fear and said, "I'm sorry, let's eat" melted that insignificant self-esteem. Your love and tolerance for me is an irreparable distance between you and me. Because I am not sensible, enjoying the bath of love but fighting for the freedom of not loving.
Tears, sliding down my cheeks.
There is some distance between people. When we despise and get angry because of other people's shortcomings, we should also put down our so-called position and self-esteem to narrow the distance between spirit and reality.
For the people we love, we should use all our love to fill the so-called generation gap caused by the times. There is a kind of love that will not change with the change of time, and there is a kind of love that is full of warmth, whether it is nature or human beings. They won't laugh at our shortcomings. I don't think there should be rebellion in this world. What is rebellious is our childish and vulgar heart and the great maternal love that is tortured.
Then, with continuous efforts and progress, let this distance become zero distance.
800-word argumentative composition in senior two.
When we are born, there will be more happiness in the world. Parents take good care of us, in order to let us thrive; On the road of our growth, they have paid countless hardships and left countless tears. But as beloved people, we are getting farther and farther away from our parents who gave us life. The first part:
"How did you come back so late? Where have you been? " Xiao Ming, who just entered the door, was severely stopped by his mother: "I have something to do at school and I am late." He faltered, knitted, knitted and knitted again. Don't think I don't know your class time. Honestly, where have you been? ""Are you bored? It is my freedom to go there. It's none of your business. " Xiao Ming answered angrily and slammed the door into the bedroom. Then there is a heated dialogue between parents … ...
The second part:
"Mom, did you go through my drawer?" Hong, who just entered the bedroom, asked doubtfully. "I can't!" Mother replied disapprovingly. "How can you, how can you turn somebody else's things without the consent of others? It's immoral! " Hong angrily asked Bonnie, I'm your mother. Why can't I look at your things? You still care! "Mom is angry, too." I am also a self-respecting person. People who trample on others' self-esteem are wrong, not to mention parents. "Say that finish, Gong Hong abandoned her schoolbag ... followed by her mother's meditation.
In fact, one of the main reasons for these two fragments is the lack of communication between parents and children. If there is no communication across the river, the bridge can't reach the other side. Communication is one of the important bridges between people. You can build a bridge to cross the river, and it is very important to reduce friction with your family. The child is in adolescence and the parents are going through menopause. This will spark an unpleasant spark, and it may also lead to a "crisis" between parents and children, which will make the hearts of children and parents far away.
The distance between heart and heart is getting farther and farther, and how to understand parents?
800-word argumentative composition in senior high school.
A poet once lamented that the furthest distance in the world is not the ends of the earth, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you. Now, I sigh, the furthest distance is not that I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you, but that two hearts seem close at hand, but in fact they are thousands of miles apart. My mother ran to me with a charming smile and said, "Little darling, you and your father will not have a good life, because your father is the most useless person in the world." I stupidly watched the disgust and smile on my mother's face interweave into a complex emotion, afraid to let go of my mother's hand and distance myself from her. Only to see my father in the distance rushing to my mother with a face of lost face, but shouting at me: "Remember this woman, little darling, she will destroy you sooner or later!" " "I looked at my father's ferocious appearance with loving eyes, trying to erase the blood on his face that was caught by his mother, but he shook my hand and smiled and chased after my panicked mother. Then I consciously separated myself from my father through the scratches on his face like the meat on his face. There are two little people fighting in my heart, a male voice and a female voice. The male voice is deafening, and the female voice is piercing with a charming smile. I kept laughing, laughing and crying, and then I ran away from them. I shouted, "You have no idea what I really need! You don't know me! "
I put an earphone in my ear, but the music in the earphone stopped me. He sang, "The world is too crowded and too many people have secrets!" "I suddenly let the tears that finally stopped flow down again in the rain. I'm a little desperate. Tears seem to hit my heart and lick the salty wound, and I am in great pain.
Yes, too many people have secrets, and people's hearts are separated by secrets. He understands me? She doesn't understand me. She understands me? He doesn't understand me. They don't understand me! Because there is a secret distance between us! I feel that I have a lot to say to people, but I am stuck in my throat and can't speak. Distance tightly grips people's throats, resulting in the situation that "others laugh at me too crazy, and I can't see through others". A friend told me that she hates the idiom "things are different" because it is so cruel. But now I understand that "things are different" is nothing, and "distance" makes people gnash their teeth.
Many times, I feel like an extreme madman, sometimes optimistic and happy, sometimes sad and desperate. Just like at this moment, in the bright spring, I can't feel the heat of the sun. I carefully measured the distance between me and the sun in the shackles of distance, and then I was desperate.