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When I was a child, I saw the most figures, like my father. Father always walks in front of us, on many occasions, or on any occasion. Of course, if he walks behind me, he has no sight and no impression. It happened that in reading materials such as middle school texts, my father's back appeared repeatedly. A gentle shadow, generous and powerful, belongs to tolerance.
When I grow up, I often study without an umbrella. I don't like 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 took a long umbrella in the fifth grade and couldn't hold it in front of the teaching building. I was opened by a tall female classmate. 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 holding an umbrella, even though I am much taller than her now. I don't remember if I was missing an umbrella.
Dad will give me an umbrella when it rains, and I'm still afraid of him. The more scared I am, the more I hope he won't give me an umbrella, but it's impossible. My mother is always busier than my father, and her home is between my mother's school and mine. My mother can't walk a long way to see me off, especially when I go out. My dad would say, as I said, take an umbrella on a sunny day and eat enough. Then pass me the umbrella. I silently took it.
I think I fell behind on purpose. Father found that as long as he slowed down, I slowed down, so that I could see his back completely from behind.
Sometimes, when I saw the rain coming obliquely, my father's umbrella didn't hold straight, so I drenched my clothes a little. On another occasion, my father lent an umbrella to a mother and son on the road and told them that my father and I could hold an umbrella. I watched them walk away. Father didn't look back at all, and the one who was caught in the rain walked ahead. I called dad, maybe it was raining heavily, and dad didn't hear me.
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When a person leaves, he will bury his head without meditation. Every time I am intercepted, I always walk with my head down.
Too many times, I just want to walk silently without talking. If I like my fellow travelers around me very much, my walking pace will suddenly slow down. I will often inadvertently see other people's backs.
At this time, what you see is either silent or irrelevant, or the only background you can see at a glance takes up too many pictures, but you can't see through it.
Two different people will walk randomly.
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I once dreamed about the back of my head in my dream. A strange face seems like a lifetime ago, and suddenly I feel that the world has been hollowed out, leaving only a pale face. When I wake up, I am glad that such an expression face has only appeared once in my dream, and I have never seen it in reality.
In reality, the most is distance, distance. Just like walking through the traffic, trying to keep up with the pace or pulling will be blocked by the garage. Fortunately, it was not close at hand, but the opposite turn and shoulder were missed.
So would you just look at the back?
2. Imitating Zhu Ziqing's "Back" to write an essay with love as the back, it takes about 700 fathers to love like fire, and he illuminates the road for me; Father loves like fire, he shows me the way; Father's love is like fire, he sends me warmth; Father loves like fire, he burns years for me.
Father loves like fire. On a snowy morning, my father took me to an English class by bike. The snow on the ground is very cold. Although I wore several clothes, I still felt the biting cold wind.
My father was shivering with cold, but he insisted on sending me to school. As soon as I got off the bus, my father said, "Son, come to school quickly. Don't freeze. It's uncomfortable to catch a cold! " "I walked into the school with brisk steps.
After class, I strode out of the school gate and saw a tall man standing at the door, rubbing his hands with cold. Isn't that my father? I saw his hands red with cold, his face red with cold and his lips purple with cold. As soon as my father saw me coming, he put on my clothes, leaving only a sweater on his body.
Seeing my father like this, I said, "Dad, I am * * *." But dad gave me his coat and said with a smile on his face, "I'm not cold!" " "But dad was shivering with cold, but he tried to say it wasn't cold.
I want to return my clothes to my father, but my father said seriously, "Be obedient and put them on!" " ! Never catch a cold, how can you go to school if you catch a cold! "Just like an officer ordering a soldier, I have to obey. On the way, my father trembled from time to time. When I reached the rough road, my father told me to be quick. I had a brainwave and realized that my father might be ill. I asked, "Dad, are you sick?" "It's okay! Your father is in good health! You won't get sick. "
But I still feel that my father's cycling speed is much slower. As soon as I entered the room, my father lay on the floor. I called my mother in a hurry. My mother took my father's temperature as soon as she came back, 4 1℃! My mother took my father to the hospital immediately. After the injection, my father felt a little better. He said to me, "Mix, your father is not feeling well. You must take good care of yourself and go to school. I'll pick you up when my father is well! " This sentence rushed into my heart like a warm current, and tears swirled in my eyes.
Father, you have worked hard for me as much as water drops in the sea. Father's love is like fire. That fire has been burning in my heart. That fire is the source of your life and that fire is the source of your confidence.
No matter how cold it is in winter, the fire will not go out. Father loves like fire! Father loves like a song, and the music played by his father rings in the mountains.
Father loves like a song. In my life journey, my father shed a string of love notes for me.
When I was very young, my father often ran around with a "toolbox" made of wood on his back, and I often followed him when I was a child. My father has a nickname called stonemason. When people call him a stonemason, there is often an indescribable smile on his face.
You can also contribute. My father is very hard. Every day, I go to the mountains to stone with my uncles in the team before dawn, eat my own pickles porridge at noon and come back after dark. The first thing to do when I go home is to ask me to do my homework, and then drag my tired body to cut pig grass.
While doing my homework, I listened to my father cutting pig grass. I don't know why my father never lets me do these housework.
My father is strict with me. Every time I see my companion jumping off a building and fighting in the yard, I envy him and sneak out to play. Sometimes when my father sees me, there will be a good fight.
Father can't read, but every night when I do my homework, he always accompanies me when I finish my housework. I watched him wash his face several times, so I advised him to sleep.
But after that, he insisted on sleeping with me. He said that even if he didn't understand, he could be brave for me. I found that my father had to go through my exercise book every day. If there are too many red hooks, he will be very happy. If there are too many red crosses, he just says, "Why are there so many mistakes?" I hung my head and said nothing.
The whole primary school father spent it with me like this. There is a rule in our mountain: the length of service of playing stone can't exceed 20 years. If it is more than 20 years, you will get sick.
Some people who followed their parents' learning to stone, retired to the second line, and some found another way; Every day, only my father and a group of young people travel to and from the narrow path into the mountains. Among my peers, only I entered a district middle school 30 miles away with my father's support.
My father said that it is worth studying for and fighting for all my life. Later, my father was injured in an accident, and his right foot was lame from then on, but in order to provide for my study, my father still ran back and forth on the path leading to the mountains.
My father didn't have more words and confession to me, but he wrote a song that my father loved me with practical actions. Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, the music played by my father sounded in the mountains.
Father loves mountains. Some people say that father's love is like the sea, deep and broad; Some people say that father's love is like fire, burning brightly; I said, father loves mountains! When I was in trouble, he gave me strength; When my eyes were confused, he gave me direction; When I feel lost, he gives me confidence; When I succeeded, he gave me congratulations and vigilance. Father's love is the mountain that supports my life! Some time ago, the school was going to run for the captain of the Young Pioneers, and I was one of the candidates. First of all, I feel extremely glorious inside.
For this, I paid a lot. But in the end, I was not elected as the captain, which made me feel very lost, but I will encourage myself to make persistent efforts and stand out.
When I got home, my father said to me earnestly, "Don't lose heart, our Yingying is also great!" " ! In fact, the road of life is like this. You will encounter many bumps, but it requires you to have the courage to face them. In society, competition is so cruel, but success favors those who are prepared. I believe I can do it! "After listening to my father's encouragement, my confidence in the past has been established again. I understand that there are always successes and failures in life. When you don't care about success or failure, but think that you have passed the test and made efforts, then you are even better! How many people praise father's love at all times and in all countries? Whenever I read such a poem, I feel very cordial. That joyful moment and moving mood, every sentence touched my heart and reminded me of my dear father.
Father likes mountains.
3. Composition, imitate Zhu Ziqing's "Back" and write a narrative about your feelings with your parents. You must have a Woodenhead father. This is because he never seems to feel lost in his family. Maybe it's been a long time, and my mother can't stand my father's indifference any longer, and soon he will never come back. Being with my father, I was still young, and naturally I didn't understand why my mother left. Whenever asked, my father always replied, "Your mother has gone to work far away, and it will take some time to come back." However, in this case, I actually nodded and believed it.
He is a quiet man. If I don't ask questions, he can stay in the room all noon, just staring at the ceiling and not knowing what he is thinking. His eyes are deep and quiet, but at certain times they will show some sadness and decline. And the days are passing by in such an environment, and I am used to it.
On this day, my father and I went to the supermarket downstairs to buy some daily necessities. However, when I first walked out of the Loudaokou, I saw that my father's eyes seemed to have some different colors. He held my powerful big hands and seemed to tremble with excitement. I followed his flashing eyes and suddenly a familiar figure came into my sight. Mom, a strange word seems to have appeared in my mind. At the moment, her charm still exists in a black lapel down coat, and her appearance has not changed much from my memory. Maybe it's because of the cold weather. At the moment, she kept rubbing her slender white hands.
Dad and mom talked for a long time, and I was dragged away by my dad. During this time, I saw my father actually lit a cigarette for himself. His movements seem a little rusty and clumsy, and the trembling flames are silently extinguished in the wind again and again, which makes him look even more embarrassed. It seems that what awaits him will be an unpredictable problem.
Once again, mother and father inevitably struck a spark. However, in a short time, my father was dumb again because of my mother's words. I vaguely seem to hear that it seems to be the custody of Lele.
My mother came to my side, touched my head and gently took my tender hand. Our figure faded away until we reached the corner. I couldn't help looking back. My father seemed to see those eyes looking back at him. He raised his arm and waved, but a snowflake inadvertently fell on his gaunt cheek, then melted into a drop of cold liquid and slowly slipped.
Well, look at what you wrote. I don't know how to do it. Is this the composition requested by your teacher?
4. Try to imitate the 600-word composition of Zhu Ziqing's Back 20 years ago. I went to junior high school in the county, and my father's burden was heavier.
As winter approaches, my father often takes time to go up the mountain to cut firewood and then sell it to the county seat, thus giving me living expenses and tuition and fees. Every weekend, I will go home to help my father cut wood, and then walk 20 miles to school on Monday morning.
This time, because I needed an extra five yuan for the inspection fee, my father cut another load of firewood in the dark and didn't give me the money until I went to the county town to sell it the next morning. At dawn, my father picked up firewood and set off with me.
"Money is getting tighter recently." Father was carrying a burden and muttering as he walked. I have heard this sentence more than a hundred times since I went to school in the county.
A slight cool breeze came, the sky gradually lit up, and the outline of the ridge became clearer and clearer. A white and soft thing floated down from the air, landed on my father and suddenly disappeared.
(1) Suddenly two pieces fell on my nose, and they were all gone, leaving only a little cold and sour on the tip of my nose. From a distance, snowflakes are falling from the sky, and the larger leaves are already white.
At this time, the mountain road is quiet and empty except for the trembling of the pole and the footsteps of our different weights. Unconsciously, the county arrived.
Most people in the street haven't opened the door yet. My dad took me door-to-door to find affordable buyers.
My father walked very fast, because I was worried that I would be late for school, and I was afraid that the firewood would be wet and no one would want it. I could hear his breathing getting louder and louder. Finally, I met a man who bought firewood in an alley.
Father unloaded the firewood, took a stack of wool tickets from the man and counted them carefully. It was four dollars. Father said, "Comrade, I need five yuan to transport firewood here.
... what? Wasn't it still four dollars yesterday? "The man glanced at his father." Yesterday was yesterday.
Can't you see that my firewood is much thicker than others'? "My father said carefully." Then I don't care, it's all four dollars, and I didn't ask you to be so thick. "
The man didn't mean to add money. "It's snowing today, and the road is still long. Please add one! " Father's tone is almost pleading.
I saw the man fumbling in his trouser pocket, and finally took out a crumpled five-dollar bill, and then grabbed the pile of wool tickets from his father and threw it on the ground. Leave a sentence "Take it!" The wind blew with snow, and 5 yuan's money fell at his father's feet.
Father stood quietly and waited for a while. I don't know whether he is cold or tired. His breathing became thick and thin. I walked over and just wanted to pick up the money on the ground. My father suddenly pulled me aside, then lowered his head, bent down and slowly picked it up and put it in his arms. When my father bent down to pick up the money, I found that his body was almost bent into a zero angle and his head almost touched the ground.
Father stood up and said to the man, "Thank you very much!" Then silently dragged me away. "Dad, are you cold?" When I left, I asked my father.
Because of the burden, my father wears a little less when he goes out. "You must study hard for me."
Father paused and said, "There is no other way out. You can only enter the city by studying. " It snowed harder and harder, and the whole county became silvery white.
Dad is not in a hurry to go home. He will always take me to school. "Dad, I don't want to spend so much money to take the exam.
But the teacher said that if you rank well, you may be sent to college in the future. "Seeing that I was going to school, I finally couldn't help telling the truth.
I want to cry. My eyes are moist. "Have a good test, mom and dad support you.
If I can walk to college, I really want to thank my ancestors. "My father touched my head and said," I want to go to college, too! It seems that you can help me realize this wish. "
End 1: Later, my father's dream of going to college was finally fulfilled. However, this scene 20 years ago has never disappeared in my heart.
Whenever snowflakes fly, whenever I take out 5 yuan money to my son without hesitation, my father's exhortation 20 years ago will ring in my ear, which is extremely cordial and clear ... Ending 2: When I arrived at the school gate, my father took out the five dollars from his pocket and stuffed them into my schoolbag, as if afraid that it would float away, and squeezed it hard. "Son, there's one more thing from dad." Dad looked at me with strange eyes. "When you get rich, you'd better not let someone like me ..." "What, Dad?" "Bow down before you."
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5. Write a composition of 1500 words by imitating Zhu Ziqing's back. My father loves me like fire. He lit the way for me. Father loves like fire, he shows me the way; Father's love is like fire, he sends me warmth; Father loves like fire, he burns years for me.
Father loves like fire. On a snowy morning, my father took me to an English class by bike. The snow on the ground is very cold. Although I wore several clothes, I still felt the biting cold wind.
My father was shivering with cold, but he insisted on sending me to school. As soon as I got off the bus, my father said, "Son, come to school quickly. Don't freeze. It's uncomfortable to catch a cold! " "I walked into the school with brisk steps.
After class, I strode out of the school gate and saw a tall man standing at the door, rubbing his hands with cold. Isn't that my father? I saw his hands red with cold, his face red with cold and his lips purple with cold. As soon as my father saw me coming, he put on my clothes, leaving only a sweater on his body.
Seeing my father like this, I said, "Dad, I am * * *." But dad gave me his coat and said with a smile on his face, "I'm not cold!" " "But dad was shivering with cold, but he tried to say it wasn't cold.
I want to return my clothes to my father, but my father said seriously, "Be obedient and put them on!" " ! Never catch a cold, how can you go to school if you catch a cold! "Just like an officer ordering a soldier, I have to obey. On the way, my father trembled from time to time. When I reached the rough road, my father told me to be quick. I had a brainwave and realized that my father might be ill. I asked, "Dad, are you sick?" "It's okay! Your father is in good health! You won't get sick. "
But I still feel that my father's cycling speed is much slower. As soon as I entered the room, my father lay on the floor. I called my mother in a hurry. My mother took my father's temperature as soon as she came back, 4 1℃! My mother took my father to the hospital immediately. After the injection, my father felt a little better. He said to me, "Mix, your father is not feeling well. You must take good care of yourself and go to school. I'll pick you up when my father is well! " This sentence rushed into my heart like a warm current, and tears swirled in my eyes.
Father, you have worked hard for me as much as water drops in the sea. Father's love is like fire. That fire has been burning in my heart. That fire is the source of your life and that fire is the source of your confidence.
No matter how cold it is in winter, the fire will not go out. Father loves like fire! Father loves like a song, and the music played by his father rings in the mountains.
Father loves like a song. In my life journey, my father shed a string of love notes for me.
When I was very young, my father often ran around with a "toolbox" made of wood on his back, and I often followed him when I was a child. My father has a nickname called stonemason. When people call him a stonemason, there is often an indescribable smile on his face.
You can also contribute. My father is very hard. Every day, I go to the mountains to stone with my uncles in the team before dawn, eat my own pickles porridge at noon and come back after dark. The first thing to do when I go home is to ask me to do my homework, and then drag my tired body to cut pig grass.
While doing my homework, I listened to my father cutting pig grass. I don't know why my father never lets me do these housework.
My father is strict with me. Every time I see my companion jumping off a building and fighting in the yard, I envy him and sneak out to play. Sometimes when my father sees me, there will be a good fight.
Father can't read, but every night when I do my homework, he always accompanies me when I finish my housework. I watched him wash his face several times, so I advised him to sleep.
But after that, he insisted on sleeping with me. He said that even if he didn't understand, he could be brave for me. I found that my father had to go through my exercise book every day. If there are too many red hooks, he will be very happy. If there are too many red crosses, he just says, "Why are there so many mistakes?" I hung my head and said nothing.
The whole primary school father spent it with me like this. There is a rule in our mountain: the length of service of playing stone can't exceed 20 years. If it is more than 20 years, you will get sick.
Some people who followed their parents' learning to stone, retired to the second line, and some found another way; Every day, only my father and a group of young people travel to and from the narrow path into the mountains. Among my peers, only I entered a district middle school 30 miles away with my father's support.
My father said that it is worth studying for and fighting for all my life. Later, my father was injured in an accident, and his right foot was lame from then on, but in order to provide for my study, my father still ran back and forth on the path leading to the mountains.
My father didn't have more words and confession to me, but he wrote a song that my father loved me with practical actions. Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, the music played by my father sounded in the mountains.
Father loves mountains. Some people say that father's love is like the sea, deep and broad; Some people say that father's love is like fire, burning brightly; I said, father loves mountains! When I was in trouble, he gave me strength; When my eyes were confused, he gave me direction; When I feel lost, he gives me confidence; When I succeeded, he gave me congratulations and vigilance. Father's love is the mountain that supports my life! Some time ago, the school was going to run for the captain of the Young Pioneers, and I was one of the candidates. First of all, I feel extremely glorious inside.
For this, I paid a lot. But in the end, I was not elected as the captain, which made me feel very lost, but I will encourage myself to make persistent efforts and stand out.
When I got home, my father said to me earnestly, "Don't lose heart, our Yingying is also great!" " ! In fact, the road of life is like this. You will encounter many bumps, but it requires you to have the courage to face them. In society, competition is so cruel, but success favors those who are prepared. I believe I can do it! "After listening to my father's encouragement, my confidence in the past has been established again. I understand that there are always successes and failures in life. When you don't care about success or failure, but think that you have passed the test and made efforts, then you are even better! How many people praise father's love at all times and in all countries? Whenever I read such a poem, I feel very cordial. That joyful moment and moving mood, every sentence touched my heart and reminded me of my dear father.
Father likes mountains.
6. Imitate Zhu Ziqing's "Back", an essay imitating his father's back. His father recited 500 words.
Every time I finish my homework and stand by the window, my father's sweaty figure will appear in front of me. ...
After I was admitted to the high school in the town, my parents made everyone laugh with joy. The night before school started, my father quietly said to my mother, "I won't take the bus tomorrow." I'll take a shortcut with a tricycle to send Crystal to report for duty. Save three dollars and buy a bottle of ink. " I am listening outside the door, my nose is sour: Dad, for the future of your child, you get up early, scrimp and save, and your heart is broken!
After breakfast the next day, my father put my bedclothes on the tricycle pedal, wiped his mouth and said with mirth, "Jinger, get on the bus." Dad will send you. "
In midsummer, geothermal, windy and hot, the sun is more like a pot of fire, red and bright, making people sweat all over. Dad pedaled hard on the rugged mountain road, and his face was burned red, like a red-hot iron. "Dad, hat." I quickly put a straw hat on him. "I don't have to, you wear it! Scholars, when their brains are exposed, will become stupid and will not get good grades. " He held the faucet in his hand, turned around and put the straw hat on my head. I wore a straw hat and looked at my father's sweaty back. A past event came into my mind:
It was the summer vacation of the second grade. The weather is very hot and the air is very dry. Many people the same age as dad enjoy the cool in the shade. Dad is a restless man. After wandering around the house yard for a long time, I couldn't find a job. I rubbed my hands and said to my mother, "I'm going up the mountain to collect some herbs." I'm going to high school and I have to save some money. " As soon as I heard this, I said, "Dad, I'll go with you." He looked me up and down: "I have grown up and seen a lot." So the father and son trudged on the winding mountain road with medicine baskets on their backs. When I reached the steep cliff, I was panting and sweating. Dad looked up at the steep mountain wall, looked down at me tired, and said solemnly, "I'll go up and have a look myself." You pick in this ravine and don't go up. Remember, don't go up! "His words are very strong and there is no room for discussion. I know that accidents often happen when climbing. Dad was afraid of one thousand, so he left me under the cliff. My eyes blurred when I watched him climb hard and sweat. ...
"Take a break and have a meal." Dad's words interrupted my memory, and the car had stopped beside a pile of jagged red stones. He took the boiled egg out of the old yellow canvas bag, knocked on the stone, peeled the shell and handed it to me. "Eat quickly, don't be hungry." Then he gave me a bottle of mineral water. While wiping his sweat, he walked to the stone pond and secretly sent coarse corn bread to his mouth, his cheeks bulging. After eating, I picked up the water in the stone pond, drank it with a splash, and then stood up with satisfaction. Looking at his back bent down too early because of hard work, my eyes filled with tears.
The school has finally arrived. Dad took my luggage down and rummaged for a long time before he found a crumpled stack of RMB: "I'll give you 80 yuan first, so save the flowers." Then I stuffed all the boiled eggs into my bag. I cried: "Dad, I will go home to see you and mom on Sunday." Dad nodded, and then quickly shook his head: "Come back on holiday. It's a long way and it costs money to go back and forth. Study hard at school, read more books ... don't miss home, do you hear? " I choked up and couldn't speak, just nodded hard. In the misty eyes, I saw my father's eyes moist, but he held back, bowed his head and buttoned my coat, dragging it back and forth: "I have work to do, so I won't send you in." Take care in the future. If anything happens, just bring a message back. "
The sun is shining in the afternoon and the ground is dizzy. Dad left in the heat on a tricycle. I stood on a high place, looking at his back, clothes sticking to his back, sweating like rain. My nose is sour and tears can't stop flowing down. ...