Her excellent composition 1 Mom, she is angry.
Once, I did badly in the exam, and I was shocked. Although it is bright, it seems gloomy to me. I stayed a little longer on my way home from school. As soon as I entered the room, sure enough, she sat on the sofa and asked me, "Where's the paper? Show me quickly. " I "boldly" handed her the test paper and bowed my head and said nothing. Because I know that what is about to face me will be a roaring like a raging river. Sure enough, as soon as her eyes saw the score on the paper, the light in her eyes changed from calm to disappointment to anger, and the surrounding atmosphere suddenly became cold. The expression on her face is like a raging fire, which is very scary. My arm jumped up and down like a rabbit, and I kept saying to myself: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, please go easy on me. She seemed to "think" for a few seconds, read the test paper again and again, and finally fixed her eyes on anger. Her northeast lion roared, "How can so many mistakes be made in such a simple topic?" ? Children in small classes can do it! These questions are too simple, one point is wrong! Funny! "
When she began to correct, she roared again, "Did the teacher teach you to correct so strangely?" You think I didn't go to school? Rewrite! "I'm afraid. I'm afraid she will make a hullabaloo about. That sound is really scary! While writing, I listened to my mother teach "education". That voice can really be heard all over the world, and the voice is really "gentle".
This person is my mother. Although my mother yelled at me, I knew she was doing it for my own good. I also slowly corrected some bad habits in her roar, trying to make the roar slowly decrease. ...
Mom, I love you! Thank you for growing up with me!
Who wrote her excellent composition 2? A beautiful black hair, hanging upside down like a waterfall, a pair of arch eyebrows sprouting like a spring, inlaid with a pair of watery big eyes, flickering, revealing the light of wisdom, a small and exquisite nose, and a small mouth that can talk and answer! By the way, judging from my memory and eyes, she looks more knowledgeable with glasses. Do you want to know who she is? She is the monitor of our class, Li Jiayi.
Ding Ling, Ding Ling, class is on. Listening to the bell of class, I walked into the classroom and looked at the room. The head teacher and our Chinese teacher Zheng also came to the classroom.
The lecture began. On the blackboard, Mr. Zheng wrote "Serve the people in big characters, and begin to give lectures ..." Time passed like water. In a blink of an eye, a class passed and the class was over. It's time to express my feelings.
Teacher Zheng, please name a few people to talk about your feelings. This time, Mr. Zheng ordered. Li Jiayi stood up and read his feelings. My classmates and I were immersed in The Blood Butterfly written by Li Jiayi. After sharing our feelings, my classmates and I gave Li Jiayi enough applause.
Teacher Zheng, when I heard this, I couldn't help admiring my feelings. Teacher Zheng said that this shows that our class has in-depth research on angel lee's art, and you all have to learn. Li Jia's art is also taught by the same teacher in the same class. How big is the gap?
Class is over. All the students borrowed her Blood Butterfly from Li Jiayi. Li Jiayi's root bureau wrote Blood Butterfly, Blood Butterfly 2 and Blood Butterfly 3. Everyone in primary school called her Zhu Ziqing.
This is a smart and lovely girl in our class.
She hasn't seen my mother for more than a year, and what she sees most every day is her WeChat avatar. I believe everyone will think her mother is beautiful, and I am no exception.
When she takes pictures, she always takes a hundred from the same angle, and then chooses two to send to her friends. Clean short black hair, without losing the beauty of youth; The eyes are so deep that people will sink in at a glance, gentle and beautiful; High nose, full of gas field; 45-degree standard smiling lips on both sides, coral pink lipstick, and directly pick mom C to debut!
Talking to mom won't be a burden. She often tells me, "You must study hard, get into a good university, and honor your elders in the future …", but I'm always not confident, "In case you don't get into the university …", "Believe in yourself, and my mother believes in you, too. If you work so hard, it will definitely pay off! " She said that she didn't put pressure on me, just asked me to do my best. This is my mother.
One summer vacation when I was a child, I went to Shanghai to live with my mother for a while. With my mother's love, I can sit in front of the TV and wash my hair. She ran back and forth in the living room and bathroom, with a glass of water at the tip of her nose and shampoo in her palm, and began to rub it. When my head was "snowing", she was so tired that her back ached, but she still wouldn't let me move. She continued to help me pick up the water and pour it out bit by bit. Finally, she picked up the hair dryer and gently fiddled with my hair to dry it, completing the last process. ...
In her memory, she is infinitely gentle and beautiful, much like the magical Northern Lights.
People say that the white clouds in the sky are beautiful because they are white; People say that mountains and streams are beautiful because they are clear; People say that a blooming flower is beautiful because it is delicate and charming; People say that the girls in the street are beautiful because they are handsome, but I found such a beautiful woman.
He-gray hair, gray stubble, gray coat, an old face like an open folding fan, deep wrinkles show that she is weather-beaten. He is our janitor, and no one knows his name. Everyone calls him "Laochuan". I remember one morning, when I was in a hurry to go to school, I just heard the bell ring. I quickly pushed my bike into the carport, which was packed like a sardine can. Whether I like it or not, I pushed my bike in. I was about to turn around when I saw the car fall like a domino. At this moment, the bell rang, and I had no time to think about it. I was just about to get up and leave with a frown, but I saw "old communication" coming to me! I panicked and turned and ran. I looked back with a lingering fear, only to see that he lifted the knocked-down cars one by one, without any intention of embarrassing me as the perpetrator. I have a fever on my face. I really want to say "I'm sorry!" "So, I began to pay attention to this strange old man. I learned to stay away from him from the figure of him hobbling with a dung bucket; From the accurate ringtone of class every day; Copy a long list of honest people from the small blackboard; I found his beauty. At this point, how thoroughly I remembered a sentence once said by the French artist Rodin: "What people lack is not beauty, but discovering beauty. "
Today, I really realized a truth: "Beauty is not only superficial, but also in the inner world. Although it is not easy to perceive, that is the real and eternal beauty." I hope everyone can be a conscientious person, but we should constantly discover all the sincere and precious beauty in this vast world.
In my memory, many people have left an impression on me. There is one person whose name I don't know, but I want to give her a compliment.
Go to Baodian for rough calculation, it should be more than a month. Among them, I not only tasted the meticulous creation of every composition creator, but also loved it very much (of course, some young writers are a little short of literary talent, but we should also encourage them). Moreover, their own novels are full of interest and people can't put it down. At the same time, I have gained friendship and warmth here. Because the collection is like a warm home, which brings us together and lets us evaluate and learn from each other.
And she, I happened to meet when I was reading the novels written by various authors in the collection. Of course, her novels are also good. After we met, sometimes we went our separate ways and talked, but most of the time we were doing our own thing, and this time passed like sand. This day is unremarkable, but what happened that day impressed me deeply.
That day, as usual, I logged into the book, opened the message and looked at the messages sent by everyone. I finished reading it soon. Just then, I found a topic message from her, so I opened it and took a look. This message describes her elders in the last century. Her great-grandfather and great-grandmother both slaughtered the people of China in the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression. Of course, she is also very annoying, but because of blood relationship, she is very helpless. At the same time, she felt as if she had made a mistake.
I was very shocked after reading the information. So I asked her again, and she told me that her grandmother told her, and there was nothing she could do about it. Knowing what happened, I was shocked. I think she is worthy of respect. Because whether it is true or not has nothing to do with her at first, but she brought it up after she knew about it, so we can see that she is a kind-hearted person, and her image has always remained in the depths of my memory.
Because this incident made me see her inner kindness, inner purity and noble moral character, so I want to give (applause) praise.
She taught me a lot. When I was a child, she taught me to walk, talk and write, and wrote one, two and three in my notebook. My mother is an ordinary person. She is no different from other people's mothers, very ordinary, very ordinary. But in my heart, she is always 1000 times and 10000 times better than other people's mothers.
She is very supportive of my study, but I do badly in this respect. Math scores are getting worse every time, and the money for cram schools is not less. There are countless reference books, few of which have been done. I often say, "There is too much homework to finish, and there is no time to write that pile of things." She knows I won't do it, but she will buy me something for study. As long as others have it, I won't lack it, even if I haven't mentioned it.
My mother wanted me to go to boarding school before grade one, and I agreed. The beginning of junior high school is the longest time for me to leave my parents, because I have been with my parents for more than ten years and have never left. A few days before school starts, my mother has prepared everything she should bring, including several bags, large and small. On the day of school, when we parted, we could see that she was reluctant to give up. We can see that she still has a lot to say. At the moment she left, I felt that I had a lot to say to her, but it was too late, and I could only watch her figure get farther and farther away from me.
Once, I was lying on the sofa playing games with a loud voice. My dad was watching me play, and when I was having fun, my mom came up to us and said, "Look at you, have you ever left your cell phone?" You have been playing, and you are nearsighted sooner or later. " I also went back angrily, and neither of us spoke to anyone. In the evening, when my mother saw that I was still playing with my mobile phone, she volunteered: As others said, my mother will never be angry with you all the time, and she will forgive you again and again. For example, we want to have a dog. My mother doesn't like pets very much, but she will try to accept and like them.
I like her very much and cherish her very much. My mother is the best in my heart.
One day after school, I asked my mother if I could go to my friend's house to play. Mom nodded in agreement, but kept nagging: "Then remember to come back early, you have to come back for dinner, and" "I know, I know!" " "I interrupted her impatiently, turned around and ran to her house with my friends. Mother looked at my back, sighed and turned away.
At five o'clock, six o'clock and seven o'clock, I have been playing wildly at my friend's house. I don't care how late it is. I even had dinner at a friend's house, and I didn't care about my mother's feelings.
It's getting dark and it's getting late. But before I went home, suddenly there was a quick knock on the door. When I opened the door, it was my mother! I hurriedly looked at the time, it was ten o'clock! I can't believe I stayed up so late! I glanced at my mother standing at the door. My mother is staring at me, and her eyes seem to be burning with anger. Then she took me home.
On the way home, my mother left quickly without saying a word. I followed her closely. But I was frightened, my heart was pounding with fear, and I thought, "It's over. My mother will scold me for not coming home so late. "
When I went upstairs, I begged, "mom, will you stop hitting me?" I promise I won't do it again. " Mom didn't speak, just snorted, as if to say, "Don't hit you? Good try! "
When I got home, my mother yelled at me with a hanger: "Say it! Why did you come back so late? " "I was so crazy that I didn't notice the time." I looked down and stammered in a low voice. I looked at my mother in front of me. Now she is like a furious lion.
Suddenly, before I realized it, the clothes hanger gave me a hard hit. I am in pain, and my tears can't stop flowing downwards. My mother shouted, "I'm waiting for you at home, but you've been playing wildly outside." I also ate at someone else's house. Are you embarrassed? "I stood by, afraid to breathe. I told myself silently that my mother was really angry, and I never dared to let my mother worry so much again.
She is very tall, with eyes, nose and mouth like ordinary people on an ordinary face. Of course, if she is different from others, won't she become a monster? She has many shortcomings, but it is not without advantages; It's just that the advantages are always covered up by the shortcomings, but the more so, the happier she is, and she has the fighting power because of the shortcomings, and keeps correcting and improving.
She has changed a lot, always proud and often extremely modest. But this is also targeted. For the subjects she is good at, she always faces them as winners. This character makes her like a pioneer. If she grasps it well, she will win a great victory and everything will be fine. If she doesn't master it well, it will be a disaster, but no amount of bad luck is useless to her, because too many failures in six years of growth have tempered her into a strong girl who is not afraid of setbacks. It is said that "men don't flick when they have tears", but in her body, it has become "daughters sweat, bleed and don't cry." It's ridiculous, but this is the inner world she explained to everyone.
She likes books. Although her books can't be as good as new, they will never be worn out, because she thinks books are life. It is a small kingdom, and she can't bear to let any "kingdom" have a "war". She loves writing, but she will never let a perfunctory composition come from her pen, because it is the minimum respect for herself, this article and readers.
She has her own unique ideas. Although she is the monitor, she hates others to please herself because of this position, because she thinks that what students want is real classmate friendship, not deterrence.
She has her own learning methods. Learning is difficult for some people, but she is not afraid because she regards it as a challenge. And the word "challenge" has always inspired her. Every step of her success indicates that she will overcome a "challenge" and start a new challenge task.
She, very ordinary, doesn't even have any eye-catching places on her body, but she can bravely forge ahead towards her goals. You know who she is. Yes, she is Yang Yi. In this warm family, I will play the role of an ordinary person and shine my original brilliance.
She just left, quietly, silently, before she could say goodbye to me.
Standing on the grass where we used to play, I recalled the scene of meeting her for the first time, that smile, that back and that words came back to my mind. Everything about her seems to have happened yesterday ... playing with her, singing with her, crying with her, and all her memories are fixed in time and slowly replayed over and over again. ...
Looking at everything in the yard in front of a rusty gate. It is overgrown with weeds and shabby, and there is a big old lock hanging on the door. Obviously, this place has been abandoned for a long time, the factory has gone bankrupt, and the boss has gone away with his family. A few years ago, this was a newly built factory. I met her at the gate. At that time, she was still a little girl of about six years old. Her parents work outside and seldom go home, leaving him alone with her grandfather, so her personality becomes introverted and shy. I still remember her shyness. ...
In the spacious open space, the footprints left by the past have also become blurred. How I wish I could go back in time and let me go back to the happy days when she was with me. How happy and carefree I was in those days. Although there is a gap between our ages, it does not affect our feelings. Our friendship is indestructible. However, she has left me now. I don't know when I can meet again, and whether I will become a stranger when I meet again. Nose is sour, eyes are moist, and the world is blurred. ...
Her excellent composition 10 Love is an imagination, dreaming of brewing a glass of Gu Mi into the fragrance of fine wine.
What makes me unforgettable is the love my mother gave me. In the field where I live, the dribs and drabs irrigated by my mother and the land cultivated by myself are unforgettable memories.
Since I can remember, my mother has given me countless encouragement and support, but what I remember most is an exam in grade six.
A Chinese exam was carefully prepared before the exam, but I lost five or six points because of negligence in the examination room. Faced with the failure of the exam, I was hit hard. When I got home, I was depressed and couldn't help crying. This is very difficult for a child who is very competitive and used to grades. If I think of my mother's strictness in study, she may criticize me. Just when I was desperate, my mother suddenly woke up from a dream. These words turned into tiny steel needles and pierced my meticulous heart, as if there was a trace of sweetness in my bitterness. In my opinion, my mother is not the kind of love that "hates iron and does not produce steel", but really understands me from the bottom of my heart.
As for this matter, there will still be warm ripples in my heart, just like a colorful pearl, which will not fade after being washed by rain, and will not gradually become obsolete, but will shine in the sun. My mother's love for me is like: when I walk through thousands of lights, there is always a warm fluorescence to illuminate my way home; When the wrinkles yearning for the years climb on your forehead, you can still be happy and have no regrets; When the pursuit of dreams is crushed, frustrated and scarred by difficulties, the safe haven is by my side, and the solid reliance is behind me. ...
No matter when and where I am, the darkness is boundless, and maternal love will always be with me.
Her excellent composition 1 1 When I was a child, my parents were very strict with me, so I hated adults. Every time I see adults, I always hide. After that, she made me stop being afraid of adults. She lit the lamp in my heart. ...
Once, I played hide-and-seek with my friends. I hid in a big tree. When everyone was found, I was the only one who was not found. I can't help secretly complacent in my heart. When I was about to go down, suddenly, I felt numb. As soon as I let go, my whole body loosened and I fell from the tree. 1 of "pa", my right side is full of bright red blood. I couldn't help crying when I saw it.
At this moment, an aunt came to me. She looked at me with caring eyes and said, "Are you all right? Children? Do you want your aunt to take you to the hospital? " Looking at my aunt's concerned eyes and listening to her warm words, I involuntarily extended my left hand. Aunt holds my cold little hand with her warm big hand. She wants me to warm up!
My aunt got on the bus behind my back. On the way to the hospital, I saw a lot of sweat on my aunt's forehead. There was no sound all the way, except that my aunt kept saying anxiously, "Mr. driver, can you hurry up?"
When I arrived at the hospital, my aunt immediately got off the bus with me and hurried into the pediatrics department of the hospital, cutting in line by line. My aunt ignored what they said. At that moment, she was only for me. When I was in therapy, my aunt asked my father's phone number. In the process of treatment, although it hurts, it doesn't hurt at all with the encouragement of my aunt. When I was in good health, my parents came together, and my father thanked me repeatedly. When my father wanted to give my aunt money, my aunt only left one sentence: "The child is fine, you take good care of her." Say that finish, aunt hurried away and disappeared.
It was this aunt who untied my heart. She sent me an adult's warmth. From then on, I was no longer afraid. The aunt lit a lamp in my heart. ...
Her excellent composition 12 She gave me a helping hand when I was in trouble; When I was depressed, she gave me confidence to move forward; She is a compass, showing me the way; She is a lighthouse, guiding my way forward; She's ... She's my friend-Xiao Lu.
I remember a math exam, and I got a poor score of 6 1. I am sad. The teacher said that this unit will be retaken next week. I think I must do well in the second exam next week. However, this unit is too difficult to understand. What should I do? I told my friend Xiao Lu about it. Lu Xiao said to me, "Don't worry, I'll help you review. Come to my house on Saturday. Remember, you have to bring your math book, math notebook, math notebook. " I said, "All right." Saturday arrived, and I got everything I wanted to bring, so I hurried to his house. When I came to his home, his mother gave me a warm reception. I said, "Aunt, I bothered you today. I blame myself for not understanding Unit 5 of Mathematics, so I asked Lu Xiao to help me with my lessons." Aunt said, "Go quickly, I promise you can understand thoroughly." I went to Lu Xiao's room, and she asked me what I didn't understand. I replied, "Every knowledge point has something I don't understand." Then let me teach you from the beginning. She taught me bit by bit. At five o'clock, it was all over. I finally understand, and I believe I can succeed. I got an excellent score of 99 points in the retake exam. I am very happy.
Thank you, my good friend-Xiao Lu. It was you who gave me a helping hand when I was in trouble. It is you who gave me the confidence to move forward when I was depressed. You made me successful.
Her excellent composition 13 all says "words are like people", but her words have nothing to do with her beauty. She also wants to write the words well, often the first few are written well, and then the dragon and phoenix dance. She is a child with strong self-esteem. Whenever her mother praises other students for their good handwriting, she pretends not to hear and walks away at once. Her mother is very angry. Once she tore up her exercise book and shouted, "What did you write here? How ugly! Rewrite! " Her face turned red, white, blue and purple. She lowered her head and dared not look straight into her mother's eyes. Tears flowed silently. ...
During the winter vacation, she used her mobile phone because she had to go to class online. When she remembered that the copybook that her mother bought for her was explained online synchronously, she secretly had a goal in her heart.
That copybook is a standard regular script The lecturer's handwriting is beautiful and she likes it very much. The teacher's explanation is also very detailed and easy to understand. Her eyes stared at the screen unblinkingly, and her hands followed the teacher's hand from the beginning to the end of the pen, for fear of missing a small detail. As soon as the teacher finished speaking, he picked up a pen and copied the copybooks one by one. When I first started practicing, my hands were a little shaky, and my writing was like a winding wave, straight and horizontal. The hand holding the pen began to ache because of uneven stress, and fine sweat often oozed from the forehead. She practiced quietly without telling her mother. A few days later, she compared her words with the standard word card and found that some words could completely overlap with the word card. She was very excited and secretly happy.
Finally, one day my mother came across the copybook and asked in surprise, "Did you write this?" She looked up at her mother's eyes and smiled and replied, "Well, I wrote it." Mother's eyes lit up and she said excitedly, "What a good writing! You see, hard work will pay off! " Looking at her mother's happy appearance, she nodded hard and grinned.
Her excellent composition 14 children in the city are not as good as those in the country. Do not believe you will sigh after reading this story!
On a hot afternoon, Xiaoli's (pseudonym) neighbor accidentally broke the dividing line between her home and her home. Xiaoli's father makes it easier for her neighbors to quarrel. In a hurry, the neighbor grabbed a kitchen knife and broke Xiaoli's father's head with the back of the knife. Dad fell in a pool of blood. After timely treatment by the hospital, my father came back to life, but he was not a vegetable.
In order to earn more money to support her daughter and husband, my mother went to work in other places. When she left, she said to Xiaoli, who was only in the second day of junior high school, "Son, take care of your father. I'm leaving. " Two people embrace together, this is the child's farewell to his mother.
From then on, the little girl took on all the responsibilities of the family and went up the mountain to cut wood and grass every day after school. After returning home, I cook, wash clothes, feed pigs and feed my father. Just eat a steamed bun and do your homework.
One night, it was windy, rainy and thundering outside. The little girl ran to her father in horror, shaking her body hard and crying, "Dad, wake up, wake up, I'm afraid …" At this moment, her father seemed to hear her daughter's voice and miraculously opened her eyes. The little girl ran around the room excitedly and shouted loudly. He is determined to save his father.
After finishing her homework every day, she plays with her father, either reciting articles for him or playing with him. "Pull the saw, pull the saw ..." Dad actually smiled gently, which made Xiaoli feel that she had pulled her father back a little.
Later, she paid more attention to her father and washed his quilt and trousers. Once she caught a cold and kept moaning, and was found by her neighbors and rushed to the hospital. She actually burned to 40 degrees.
The Spring Festival is coming this year, and my mother came back. She found that her husband's upper body can move freely, which is all thanks to her daughter. It's just that dad's intelligence is similar to that of a two-year-old child.
A seven-year-old girl pulled her father back from the brink of death regardless of her health. She is so brave and capable. If you think you are capable, compare yourself with her. Would you still say that?
It has been more than two years since she left there because of her excellent composition 15, but every bit about her is still fresh in her memory.
I remember seeing her for the first time, which gave people a refreshing feeling. Elegant, noble ... it seems that all good adjectives are too much for her.
Once, it was my turn to go to the podium and share the writing materials with you. I have prepared a short story to protect my dreams. But because of my personality, I dare not look directly into the eyes of my classmates below. I always look down or at the ceiling. When I finished, she gently said to me, "In fact, you are excellent and speak very well, but you are not confident enough. I hope to see you more confident next time. "
Once in a Chinese exam, I only got 97 points (total score 150), so she wrote a few paragraphs on my test paper, "My grades have dropped, please analyze the reasons carefully", and left a note next to my wrong question, telling me the lessons I should sum up.
When reviewing, she always calls me to the office again and again, asking me to recite the prescribed texts, so that I never lose too many dictation questions.
The college entrance examination is coming. She called me to the office and taught me to review and recall the Chinese answering skills of the college entrance examination.
Every time I fail, she always encourages me with gentle and determined eyes and tells me not to give up easily.
Every little success, she always tells me with a similar expression, very good. Keep it up.
It's been two years since I left her, two years, and the time is long and short, but the previous scenes are in my mind for a long time.
This year's Teacher's Day, by chance, I sent her a simple blessing message. She is still very happy and satisfied. Although I don't know who I am, she said today is because you have more special beauty.
She is my teacher, a high school Chinese teacher.
Learning to be a teacher and learning to be a model is such a person.