Recalling the vast sea, I recall the past in my mind, but everything is vague, and the only clear thing is my mother's back. At that time, I was in a large kindergarten class and had to take the exam to upgrade. For me so young, it was really a big exam at that time.
That night, my mother didn't ask anything about the exam. I asked my mother to help me prepare for the exam. My mother said that she would do her own thing without any encouragement or comfort. At that time, my tears of disappointment flowed down.
The next day, I ignored my mother and ran to school with my schoolbag on my back. At the school gate, parents lead their children one by one, asking questions and questions about exams.
I suddenly feel that I have been greatly wronged, and tears are spinning in my eyes. I thought, "doesn't mom love me anymore?"
The more I think about it, the more wronged I am, but I still hold a glimmer of hope. I'll look back after two steps. How I wish my mother would suddenly appear in front of me like a myth. As we get closer and closer to the examination room, our hopes are fading. But I never saw my mother's figure, my hopes were completely shattered, and the tears of grievances could not stop, like spring water, and I choked into the examination room.
During the exam, my thoughts wandered, and I accidentally saw a vague figure, which was so familiar-it was my mother, and I wanted to rest assured because I got the answer. On that day in June, the child's face changed, and it was still clear in Wan Li. Suddenly it turned cloudy. Suddenly, it began to rain cats and dogs. I can't help looking out of the window. In the twilight, I can only see my mother's figure, so vague and clear.
I want to rush out and let my mother go home, but there is nothing I can do. I walked through the rain curtain and watched my mother's back for a long time. My mother's back in the rain is deeply imprinted in my heart.
2. Write a mother's composition and imitate the back. I have read Zhu Ziqing's Back, perhaps because I am still young, and I can't really understand what my father's back left for Zhu Ziqing. I just feel a little sour and astringent. Recalling the vast sea, I recall the past in my mind, but everything is vague, and the only clear thing is my mother's back.
At that time, I was in a large kindergarten class and had to take the exam to upgrade. For me so young, it was really a big exam at that time. That night, my mother didn't ask anything about the exam. I asked my mother to help me prepare for the exam. My mother said that she would do her own thing without any encouragement or comfort. At that time, my tears of disappointment flowed down.
The next day, I ignored my mother and ran to school with my schoolbag on my back. At the school gate, parents lead their children one by one, asking questions and questions about exams. I suddenly feel that I have been greatly wronged, and tears are spinning in my eyes. I thought, "doesn't mom love me anymore?" The more I think about it, the more wronged I am, but I still hold a glimmer of hope. I'll look back after two steps. How I wish my mother would suddenly appear in front of me like a myth. As we get closer and closer to the examination room, our hopes are fading. But I never saw my mother's figure, my hopes were completely shattered, and the tears of grievances could not stop, like spring water, and I choked into the examination room. During the exam, my thoughts wandered, and I accidentally saw a vague figure, which was so familiar-it was my mother, and I wanted to rest assured because I got the answer.
On that day in June, the child's face changed, and it was still clear in Wan Li. Suddenly it turned cloudy. Suddenly, it began to rain cats and dogs. I can't help looking out of the window. In the twilight, I can only see my mother's figure, so vague and clear.
I want to rush out and let my mother go home, but there is nothing I can do. I walked through the rain curtain and watched my mother's back for a long time. My mother's back in the rain is deeply imprinted in my heart.
3. Imitate the parents' composition. "Father's Back" is 600 words.
Dreaming of the black land of my hometown every night. Dream of my father's unforgettable back every night. ...
In winter, there is a cold wind and a cold face. Dead leaves on campus float to the ground. "Excuse me, where does Ding Yan live?" "Oh, it's right there." Several familiar conversations, mixed with harsh coughs from time to time, disturbed me when I was still at a party with Duke Zhou. It's him, and I responded reflexively, "Here it is, Dad!" " "So I quickly waited for a while and opened the door. A middle-aged man with gray hair, his hands shaking and purple in the cold wind, how can a thin shirt stop the cold wind in winter! The trouser legs rolled up, and a pair of slippers that didn't fit well seemed determined to fight against his toe scratched by his shoes and stood in front of me with rickets. It's dad, yes, leaving a slender shadow in the cold wind. ...
"Dad, you came to see me. What's wrong? " I wiped my hazy eyes and asked trembling. "Today is not to sign up for the self-study exam? Here is the money for you. " As he spoke, he took out a brand-new hundred-dollar coupon from his pocket and put it in my hand. A pair of hopeful eyes. This is a 100-yuan coupon with a temperature. How many sleepless nights did my father get the money? The body temperature dispelled the cold wind, and the hopeful eyes drove away the confusion in my heart …
"I have to go back, son, and do a good job ..." My father said, patted me on the shoulder and nodded, then turned and shuffled, leading a creaking bicycle out of the campus. Dad left, with hope for me, and returned to the black land that still belongs to him, leaving a moving landscape behind him. Without too many words and blessings, I realized my father's fiery heart, and my back made me forget the cold outside the window. Winter seems to be fleeting. My father's thin figure, like an immortal lighthouse, shows me how to go in the future. No matter when I was a student or when I stepped on the three-foot platform today, it reminded me to be a strong knowledge and a real talent in society. ...
Father is back.
I have always wanted to write an article for my father, but I don't know where to start.
My father is very ordinary, an ordinary national cadre, and he is the kind of person who is particularly old-fashioned, honest, kind, upright and frank. My father is very knowledgeable, knowing astronomy above and geography below. When my father comes home, under the starry sky on a summer night, he will tell us which one is the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and those two are the Big Dipper. My knowledge of astronomy should be said that my father was our first teacher.
Father also writes well. Every year during the Spring Festival, the villagers will bring red paper and ask my father to help me write couplets. My father is always responsive. My father is very kind. Whenever the villagers mention my father, they will say that my father is a great man.
What I want to say is the back of my father. It was the first time I left my parents to study in another city, and my father sent me to school (because it was my first time to travel far away). When we go out in the morning, it is already evening when we go to school. The teachers in the school have already left work. My father found a relative there, stayed there for one night, and it was dawn the next day. My father told me, "You have to sign up for admission and buy what you want. It's really no good asking relatives for help. I already told them. I have to go, take the early bus back and go back to work. " Father's work is very busy, I know that. When my father left, I felt lonely, helpless, melancholy and so on when I watched his fading back. I want to cry, but I dare not.
Later, my father laughed at me: "I know how you felt at that time, do you know?" 16 started to leave home, alone. Quietly sign up as a soldier. "Because of this, I learned to be self-reliant, self-reliant and self-loving. Another time, when I first joined the work, I went home for the New Year on holiday. When I went back to work, my father insisted that I get on the bus. At dawn, my father packed my bags and took me to the station. Help me carry my luggage to the car. I asked my father to go back because it was too cold. My father thought about it and left. After a while, my father came back with some snacks in his hand and brought them to me from the window: "Pinger, this is water, and there are some snacks for you to drink on the way." Take care of yourself when you go out. "I insist that my father go back and have a rest, because my father goes to work around 8 o'clock. My father went back under my repeated insistence, watching his father stumble, his back drifting away in the morning light, and I cried in the car. I know I have to take care of myself for the rest of my life. Of course, that morning, my father didn't know my sadness. Only after that, when I went home to work, I resolutely refused to let my family send me to the car. Usually my best friend or classmate gave it to me.
I'm afraid to see my father's aging back.
My father has retired. After retirement, mom and dad live a warm and healthy life together. This kind of warmth and calmness is beyond the reach of parents when they were young. Father, I will think of you whenever. I am in another distant city, bless you and your mother.
4. Writing a composition like "Back" Mother's maternal love is an eternal topic.
Throughout the ages, many literati have praised their mothers, and all of them were moved by that thick maternal love. Motherly love comes from nature, from nature, without any privacy, hypocrisy or reason. It is a pure and sacred love, pure as water and bright as water.
Maternal love is like spring breeze, maternal love is like drizzle, and maternal love is like running water, which moistens our hearts. And the mother's hand is also the port where maternal love flows out.
My mother is a teacher, working hard in the sacred post of a teacher and selflessly dedicating her youth. "Spring silkworms will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night" is her true portrayal. "peaches and plums are everywhere." She has cultivated the flowers of the motherland from generation to generation, making groups of students become talents.
Mom's hands are rough. For so many years, my mother has been sticking to her post, using chalk every day to make her hands, which are not so smooth, more rough.
Because of the high frequency of using hands in a day, my mother can't wear gloves in the cold, and because of lack of water, my mother's hands will crack and gradually become a seed coat. Every summer, my mother's hand will crack and be bloody; In winter, my mother's hands are red, swollen and cracked with cold, just like rough boards. Mom's hands are warm.
My hands get cold when the weather is cold. Every time, my mother will put my hand in her hand to help me warm up. Whenever this happens, I will deeply feel how warm my mother's hands are.
Every time something goes wrong, my mother always holds my hand, encourages me, tells me what to do and what not to do, and cheers me on. In this way, my mother became my safe haven and my warm harbor.
Mom's hands are very clever. In my study journey, I will always encounter all kinds of hardships, and there will always be problems that I can't.
Every time I have doubts in my study, I will ask my mother, and my mother will patiently answer them and tell me the methods, so that I can apply what I have learned and consolidate my knowledge. Looking at my mother's hand calculating quickly on paper, I felt my mother's wisdom, the wisdom attached to my hand.
Mom's hands are more diligent. At night, in the living room, I can always see my mother's hard back.
She is either preparing lessons or correcting her homework and writing a paper. Sometimes, she is still doing my Olympic math problem. In order to make it easier for me to do it, my mother always has to do it herself, come up with a solution, work out the answer, and then let me do it, every time.
Looking at my mother's back, I feel that my mother's hands are hardworking. Looking at the mother's hand, I remembered Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer in the Tang Dynasty: "The thread in the loving mother's hand makes clothes for the wayward child's body.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? "
Yes, all mothers in the world are like this, raising their children with their selfless love and thinking of them wholeheartedly. "Only mothers are good in the world, children without mothers are like grass, and children with mothers are like treasures, so happy." Looking at her back, I couldn't help humming. This song has long been forgotten with the growth of age, but I don't know why, but I blurted it out again.
Motherly love is like a lamp that illuminates our young hearts and is our guide; Motherly love is like a key, which opens the door to our wisdom and is our guardian; Motherly love, like a revelation, tells us how to be a man and is our mentor. It is often said that the greatest thing in the world is maternal love.
It's no exaggeration. I can see it from my mother's hand. I will never forget what my mother has done for me.
5. Write a composition (imitate the back or my mother) 1. Father's back Father is hunched over the hillside and working hard. The afterglow of the sunset dragged his figure for a long time. Suddenly, my father straightened up and propped up the hoe polished by hand. Looking at the distance, my father looks so old. His face, weathered by the sun and rain, is as wrinkled as old bark after a long drought, and it is huge.
Living in the mountains, I am fascinated by the outside world. I seem to have forgotten the unchanging feelings in the mountains, my father's elongated figure and hunched back, but today I am facing this unchanging feeling! I secretly shed tears. On Sunday, we have Sundays, but my father doesn't. On that tearful Sunday, my father raised his hoe on the hillside and plunged deep into the yellow land. I stood in the distance and looked at this great father. The hunchbacked father stood up with difficulty and almost raised the zenith by a few feet. Father looked into the distance, looked at the fields he had worked so hard to cultivate, put his hand into his pocket for a while and put a bag of cigarettes.
I stood there quietly, my eyes blurred. I dare not and can't move, because my father's love for me is too heavy for me to bear. I asked myself, why, why, why a kind father is not rewarded, why am I so stupid, is this for my father? He asked for nothing in return.
Oh, I see. My father is a mountain and I am a tree. The mountain always gives the tree a favor, and the tree constantly absorbs the essence of the mountain. Can the mountain not be old? My father is Ling. Can I step on his back without bending him? .
I watched, and my tears flowed heartily. My father has shed tears for most of his life, but I know he is very wronged, but I just don't show it. So let me shed endless tears for my father and enjoy it! I looked at my father on the mountain, but he still didn't stop. Sometimes he would stand up and look at the distance, and the overlapping mountains blocked my father's sight with his livid face. Years passed on the yellow land, leaving a tired song to be sung to my father who worked hard in the long years, for nothing but to repay my father's deep love for his children. I just want to smooth my father's wrinkles with a song, but what should I do? As deep as a ditch, it is uneven.
The father on the hillside is a bow and arrow facing the sky. I deeply apologize to my father, father, forgive me, because in the near future, my daughter will become a powerful string on your ancient bow and arrow and will never be forgotten. 2. In other articles, I always call him dad, sometimes very naughty, but today, I call him dad because I wrote this article for him.
-Inscription My father came back from Xi 'an. I am very happy. I can finally report my study and life to him, and I don't have to stay at home alone. My father will take me on a trip. As soon as my father entered the room, I found him black and thin. The heavy work in Xi 'an must have crushed my father. When he saw me, he shouted happily, "Son! You have grown a lot! " My father's voice is a little hoarse, and it is no longer as loud as it was when he was young.
I followed my father to get my luggage. The setting sun reflects my father's old and slightly hunched back ... before I can see it clearly, the setting sun takes away the afterglow. Maybe the sunset is afraid that I will be too sad and leave. After dinner, my father and I went for a walk.
"Dad, where is Xi 'an ..." I thought for a while, but I still asked, "... what was it like there?" "good! Don't you think dad is very healthy? " "hmm ..." at this moment, a father's classmate came in front, and his father went up to talk to him. The moonlight opened his heart and showed his father's back with its light. " Dad, that's what I usually call him, but it seems that Dad is really old. He used to have a straight back and always played jokes on me humorously.
At this time, the back reflects the dignity of a man and belongs to his father. Magnificent, heroic and full of blood, as my father usually taught me: "A good man aims at all directions, son, fight and fight!" Therefore, over the past few years, I have been working hard to run for class monitor every year, just to be worthy of my father's deep love ... In the morning, I was dreaming, and my father wanted to pull me out of bed: "Go, do morning exercises!" " "The sun shines on the earth, and the father's back is folded. This time is different! That number is full of expectations, expectations for me, expectations for my mother, my brother ... all my family. I nodded confidently and caught up with my father. " Yes! Boy, run! I'll compete with you! "... father's back has different meanings, but it is the embodiment of deep fatherly love. My father's back will always be reflected in my mind and will never be erased. I am afraid to look at my back, because it is always so silent.
Walking along the back, you can see everything, but you can't see the back you care about, and you can't see where your eyes fall. Then I will be distracted without scruple until my back suddenly turns and my expression immediately calms down, but in fact I am panicked; I'm afraid that a strange face will suddenly approach me.
1 When I was a child, I saw the most figure, as if it were his father. On many occasions, my father always walks in front of us.
Or any occasion. Of course, if he walks behind me, there will be no natural sight and no impression; It happened that my father's back appeared repeatedly in middle school texts and other reading materials.
A gentle shadow, generous and powerful. It belongs to tolerance.
When I grow up, I often read without an umbrella. I don't like to take it.
In fact, it often rains in the mountainous climate of my hometown. Once it rains, it won't stop for a few minutes like Xiamen, but it will last. I think the reason why I didn't bring an umbrella at that time was that the umbrella at home was too heavy and long.
I was short at that time. I brought a long umbrella when I was in the fifth grade, and I couldn't hold it in front of the teaching building.
It was opened by a tall female classmate and was laughed at by her classmates. 15 years later, I met this girl again in the small street of my hometown. She is married and her appearance has changed, but I still remember her curled up with an umbrella, although I am much taller than her now.
Are you from there?
6. Write an article imitating "The Back". My mother wants a topic, repeat it three times. My mother is over 40 years old, tall, neither fat nor thin, with a few shallow wrinkles on her forehead and a smile on her face. My mother is kind. She taught me to be honest and generous from an early age and cultivated my good character from an early age. I remember one thing, which I will never forget. It was a hot afternoon. It's hot, it's hot! I want to eat popsicles. "My mother said," Come on, I'll take you to buy some popsicles. " Then she picked up her purse. When I got to the place where I bought popsicles, I chose popsicles. My mother took out a whole ticket from her purse and handed it to my uncle who bought popsicles. After my uncle found the money, my mother and I hurried home. When I got home, my mother counted it and said to herself, "Hey! No, a * * * is 7 yuan. How can I get back 45 yuan? " Hearing this, I said happily, "Great! People who buy popsicles are really confused. They have asked for more 3 yuan. Mom, can I have two yuan? "My mother glared at me and said angrily," We should send 2 yuan back more often, and we can't take advantage of petty gain! "! Besides, it is not easy for people to sell popsicles! "Say that finish, my mother braved the scorching sun to send 3 yuan money to others. When I sleep at night, I can't sleep. I remembered the things during the day, and suddenly understood that a man should start from bit by bit, and can't do things that are sorry for others because of the petty gain in front of him. This incident has taught me a lot. I love my mother and admire her from the bottom of my heart.
7. Composition describing mother's back My mother is the sea, and I am just a drop in the ocean. If you ask me what is the most beautiful thing in the world? Is it a flawless white chrysanthemum, a rich peony, or a lotus that grows out of mud but is not stained? No, the most beautiful thing in the world is not words, but love.
A deep feeling, the most beautiful thing in the world is my mother's back ... In my mind, almost everything is vague, only my mother's back is clear, which makes me so impressed, so profound ... My mother is always so greedy for petty gain. Every time I see her back, I stand behind her, as if my mother is a greedy housewife, but ... it's not, because my mother loves her family. In the cold winter, I read in the classroom early. Suddenly, my mother's figure flashed through the window. She stood outside the window and mumbled, "Daughter, your clothes." I was so embarrassed! I had to walk out of the classroom with my head down. I complained in my heart, "Mom, why did you give me clothes so that my classmates could look at me with derision?" However, a feeling at this time ruined my view of my mother. Out of the classroom, my mother quickly said, "You are really a big head shrimp.". You even forgot your clothes. Put on your clothes quickly. Don't catch cold. I'm going to work. I'm gonna be late. Goodbye. " My mother's hands were cold the moment she took the clothes. At this time, I have many sighs. My mother seems to have come here to send me clothes, and she doesn't have much clothes on her. Looking at the back of my mother's gradual departure, how much have I done for her in the past ten years and how much has she done for me? She has done tens of thousands of things, and I don't think what I have done for her is one tenth of what she has done for me. I have always hated my mother's nagging and her repeated words-"Be careful on the road", "Go home early after school" and "Put on more clothes when it is cold" ... Although these words are simple, they contain a great mother's concern for her daughter. Mom, my daughter loves you, and her daughter understands you ... gradually, I find that my ignorance and willfulness have faded and disappeared under my mother's back.
Yes, maternal love is like the sea, so deep, so deep; Motherly love is like a stream, nourishing my dry heart; Motherly love is like selfless sunshine, never stingy anywhere, always spreading selfless love to every lonely corner. My mother loves me, and I love my mother. Mom came back and let me know a lot. ...
8. Write about the back of your parents. Everything has its back, just like a person has his own shadow. Look at this well-washed dress. It has its own back. Let's go back to Saturday morning ... at this moment, a figure appeared-huh? Isn't this mom? What is she doing? Oh, it was laundry. Alas, I know why my mother's back is a little bent now, which is caused by washing clothes. Look at that hair, it's wet in the hot sun, and look at the corners of her mouth. It's extremely dry. Look at that hard work, you will know that my mother is not easy. On the laundry table, I don't know whether it is the water for washing clothes or the sweat dripping from my mother's forehead ... Behind this clean clothes is my mother's busy figure. There is a layer of white fog on the glass window of the room. Because my room is on the side facing away from the sun, it is big and cold. While doing my homework, I blow air on my hands from time to time. The light of the desk lamp pulled my shadow for a long time. My mother came in from the outside, quietly put a steaming glass of milk on the table, put on my coat and left quietly. I quietly turned my head and looked at my mother's back. Mother moved her steps carefully, for fear of making noise and disturbing my study. I turned my head and looked at the snow outside the window. There is a warm current in my heart. Without any words and sounds, I deeply felt my mother's silent and silent love. The back makes me forget the cold outside the window. It seems to be getting warmer in winter.