Model essay on Chinese composition in senior one.

The wind, silent, blows the earth green; Love, silence, moistens the soul.

I used to think that my father was a slow person.

When I was a child, my mother accompanied me when flying kites, and my father picked up kites.

Learn to ride a bike, my mother helped me fall, but my father stood by and told me to get up and continue.

When I was a child, I was in trouble. It was my father who hit me and my mother who gave me the medicine.

It was my mother who held a birthday party and blew out the candles with me. It is my father who blows balloons for me.

Finger infection, when I went to the hospital to pull out my broken nails, my mother held me trembling slightly and repeatedly told me not to be afraid. It was my father who was held tightly by me and said nothing.

..... because my father can't express his feelings, or ...

I began to look for the answer with my heart.

Every time, there is something wrong with my bike. The next day, it was repaired and polished. I didn't know it was my dad until afterwards.

The morning before every exam, I always put a sharpened pencil on the table. I didn't know it was my dad until afterwards.

Every time I get angry at the sudden trip of the TV, the TV screen always glows. I know my father did it.

Every time I come home from school, I can almost have a hot meal. I know, my father made it.

The file on the desk was put by my father.

The beloved alarm clock at the bedside was repaired by my father.

The mark on the wall of the hut was erased by my father.

……

Suddenly, I realized that this was not my father's "dullness", but my stupidity. I didn't realize the warmth behind silence!

Light is silent and illuminates the earth; Love is silent and warm.

Fatherly love, speechless.

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On the most helpless road of life, family is the most lasting motivation, giving us selfless help and dependence; On the most lonely emotional road, family members are the most sincere companions, which makes us feel unparalleled warmth and comfort; At the most helpless crossroads, affection is the clearest road sign, guiding us to reach our goal successfully.

Simply put, affection is just a nest made of several branches. But I'm young, and I can fit in quickly. There is a bowl of water in it, which is cool and sweet, nourishing my thirsty soul. There is a bulging bag, full of fragrance, full of my endless desires; There is a bed inside, soft and warm, which soothes my inexplicable sadness; There is also a potted flower, a painting, a poem, decorated with some reminders and embedded with some entrustment. ...

Emotion is a guitar with an oblique back. The deeper you love, the more you can touch your heartstrings. Family is a vine, no matter where you are, it always holds your hand tightly; Affection is a bunch of keys hanging around the neck, which can open the melancholy doors and windows. Affection, between the eyebrows, in a shallow smile, in my lyric ditty.

Grow up.

Affection is rain, which takes away irritability and makes it cool; Family is the wind, blowing away sadness and leaving happiness; Family is the sun, which takes away darkness and leaves light. Affection is the greatest, no matter you are happy, depressed, painful or hesitant, it will always walk gently on your road and accompany you quietly for life.

There is no "White-headed Life and Death", but it also makes the "sunset speechless"; There is no such thing as "We want two birds to live and grow together in fly with me in the sky, two branches of a tree." Vows of eternal love, but it is also "everlasting, everlasting; The two will end one day and the blood will be connected forever "; There is no saying that "the body is like a willow in front of the door, and the branches and leaves are not separated", but there is a silent wish that "I wish people a long time and a thousand miles of beauty" ... The falling snowflake can't take away the solidified memory, it will cross the dignity of time and space into an age that will not grow old, wait silently like a bud, and is reluctant to part with the sunset, reflecting two words in the depths of the soul in the distant view of the soul.

Family is a tree, everyone is its root, let it absorb nutrition and stay young forever; Family is a river, and everyone is its tributary, so that it will never dry up and surge forward; Family is a fire, and everyone is its firewood, so that it will never go out and warm the four sides.

Affection is like water, which makes complex things pure after filtering; Affection is like fire, which makes plain look sharp and angular through calcination; Affection is poetry, which makes boredom reach an artistic conception after modification. Family, the eternal power of life.

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There is true love in the world and there is true love in the world. In deep feelings, the most important thing to remember is the affection that blood is thicker than water. The true love of blood is thicker than water accompanies the happy growth of children, and the feedback of blood is thicker than water, so that the elderly in Huasijia can spend their old age safely.

Everyone says that father loves mountains, maternal love is like water, maternal love is tender and tender, father loves mountains and rivers, and mountains and rivers set each other off, playing a happy love song.

In a report, a story was truly recorded. In an earthquake, houses collapsed sharply, causing serious casualties to the residents of this place. In the rescue of the rescue team, I overheard the baby crying, but I found the young couple carrying heavy objects with their own bodies in the ruins, but the child among them was safe and sound, and a pair of parents made a love choice between life and death. Faced with such a choice, I think parents all over the world will choose surprisingly consistently, just because it is their child, and blood is thicker than water.

Landscape breeds civilization. We should protect the landscape environment. So what should we do about maternal love and fatherly love that is deeper than water and higher than mountains? A 65-year-old mother unfortunately suffered from uremia and suffered from illness in her hospital bed. As a son, he witnessed his elderly mother groaning in her hospital bed. At the moment when his mother's eyes collided with his own, his heart ached and he decided to donate a kidney to his mother. "But how much love the grass has, I got three rays of spring." Shi Guoyong answered He Hetian with actions. He used love to make his mother's fragile body rock solid, and he used sincerity to give the greatest comfort to all mothers in the world.

Deeply love our children and care about them. It is the deep love that brings the warmth of the family and the sincere action that writes the harmony of the society. Looking at the family is like a lamp, which quietly illuminates every corner of our lives, while the family, like the wind, blows away the snowflakes and brings infinite spring.

This is the family, so unpretentious, this is the family, so unforgettable.

Affection, brilliant flowers, fragrance overflowing, soaking people's hearts and spleen; Family, crystal dew, beautiful and pure, attractive; Family, bright moon, simple but elegant and quiet, soft and attractive!

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Eternal theme. It is this kind of affection that blood is thicker than water that has accompanied us through every unforgettable day and composed our colorful life.

Through the window of history, I peeped, I saw this family, and I saw stories about the past, present and future.

More than a hundred years ago, thunderstorms, heavy rains and strong winds rushed to the boat carrying children. The children and the mother on the shore began to cry with heartbreak, but to no avail. In this way, the separation of flesh and blood, the wind whistling. It smiled at this scene and laughed at the thin mother who could not change the fate of separation of flesh and blood. I not only saw the tragedy of this scene in the past 100 years, but also saw the yearning of people living in different parts of the world in the days of separation of flesh and blood. Time flies, but thousands of miles away, there is also a constant yearning for mother and son. Yes, family ties can be diluted by distance and time! In the long night, the fishing boat lit up a fishing lamp. Through this slight firelight, the son seemed to see the thin figure watched by his mother in tears. "Mom", my great mother, I must come back to you! "Hope" convinced my son that the darkness would be dispelled by the bright sunshine one day. Finally, on a sunny morning, a small fishing boat sailed into the port where he was born. Mother and son are crying and excited. At this time, the window of history is watching quietly, and it is proud of its mother and son. It remembers the joy and tears of that moment.

However, I found that my mother still hides a trace of depression under this joy. It turns out that this mother has another son, and his name is Taiwan Province Province. Although Taiwan Province Province and his mother are only separated by a canyon, they failed to embrace their mother. His eyes are full of helplessness. In a dying tree near the window of history, a bird with broken wings cried, "Mom, I want to go home …" Everything I heard was heartbroken. Ah, I see it. The mother of the injured bird flew to save her baby. Mother bird is tired of flying to find birds, but at the moment she doesn't stop, but is busy healing birds and finding food for them. Finally, the bird's injury completely healed, and it flew in the air with its mother. Look around again: the old dead trees have sprouted under the rain.

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Immortal scenery on the heartstrings, bright sweat and heavy breathing, my father planted vicissitudes in the ravines around his forehead and eyes. Looking intently, I anchored in my father's eyes and set sail. My father put another book on my desk and left quietly. My father always does this, coming silently and leaving silently. My father has been silent for more than 30 years. More than 30 years of ups and downs have created a father's unchanging face-old and monotonous, and always maintained its inherent dignity. Perhaps it is the age gap or the lack of communication in my heart. I always like to pour out my thoughts under the delicate touch of my mother's arms, and often my father is listening. I never understood my father. One day, I came across a book, English Grammar, which was very old. Is it father's? This is really my father's book with my father's name on it. Not only that, there is a poem on the title page of this book: "I would like to be a winged camel/conquer the boundless desert with diligence/soar in the Pacific Ocean with wings/seize the opportunity in life/after all-/far greater than what others give/." Powerful handwriting can only be written by father's hand. Father can write poetry! "I would like to be a winged camel/conquer the boundless desert with diligence/soar in the Pacific Ocean with wings." At that time, my father not only pursued but also longed for Mercedes-Benz and the end of the world. Maybe he once dreamed of becoming a poet, and poets are so sacred to me. I never thought that I would become a poet one day, even though it was not known to everyone. However, my father gave up this pursuit and this dream. Why? Why is my father no longer running, but bound by the reins of life? Is it because grandpa died young, or because grandma is sick ... there are too many reasons for my father to give up his dream, and the reality is always so cruel. Now that life is good, my father doesn't have to work hard for a living, but he is old. An old ship won't have a chance to ride the wind and waves. All a father can have is to expect his children to continue his dreams. What a father can do is to work quietly to make his daughter feel at ease to read more books and sail farther than him in the future. Perhaps, I entered this enviable middle school, which made my father proud; Perhaps, this expensive tuition has made my father hesitate. But I was admitted to this school as I wished, but my father's white hair also increased. My father often picks me up in the cold wind, and I have never been moved. Perhaps because he gave me too much love, I was numb and enjoyed this love with a clear conscience. After all, a father's love is not as delicate and warm as a mother's love, but he always cares about you in the storm. Reading the poems written by my father and holding his newly bought book, I feel really different ―― heavy but warm. How can it not sink? How can it not be warm? Father, I love you. You have touched my life and will always be a scenery on the heartstrings that will never die. It's so hot when I grow up. The weather in summer is so hot that I wake up from my dream again. Tossing and turning in bed can't sleep, so I have to get up and go to the window to blow the wind. I didn't expect the night sky in summer to be so beautiful! This reminds me of my childhood dream of flying freely under the beautiful night sky. Now that I think about it, my childhood was really carefree. Unlike now, there are always dark clouds in my heart. Suddenly, a star in the sky gave off dazzling light, and the strong light broke through the darkness and lit up the whole world. I couldn't open my eyes. Soon, when I opened my eyes again, a man appeared, floating in mid-air. Seeing this situation, my body seems to be sealed, and my hands and feet are not in a daze. After a while, I managed to say, "Who are you?" "I, I am you." "You, me, you are me?" I asked doubtfully. "Yes, I will be you in twenty years." I've been here for 20 years, but why am I still here after 20 years? ""Don't you like life as a child? I will help you realize this wish in twenty years. " "wish?" "Yes, I can send you back to the first grade." "Really? "I can't help but exclaim. "Yes, if you like." "Yes, of course I like it." I answered without thinking. Suddenly, the light just now appeared again. When I opened my eyes again, I saw such a familiar sight. Yes, this is my old home. Although it was at night, I recognized it at a glance. At this point, another me appeared again. "You haven't changed anything except your voice and figure now. When you want to go back, you shout 12 pm to the sky. "Later, he disappeared again. Although I don't understand all this, I'm still happy to go back to my childhood. The next morning, I got up early and went to school early. Because my knowledge hasn't changed, my grades in school are excellent and I am very popular with teachers and family. At first, my life was very happy, but after a long time, I found that I couldn't live such a life at all: it was really embarrassing for a junior high school student to care so much about his family; Moreover, when facing my classmates, my topic can never be discussed with them. In my opinion, their knowledge is so naive. I can't live like this anymore. At this time, I found that people are constantly growing. We shouldn't always miss the past. If we want to be better tomorrow, we should start working hard today. The bell of 12 rang and the cry echoed in the night sky.

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An eternal topic, how many literati splashed ink on it, leaving immortal poems. "The thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a bit sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " A feeling of love, a feeling of reluctance, a feeling of loving your son; "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain or shine. This matter is old and difficult. I hope that people will last for a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. " A feeling of sadness, helplessness and missing; "The moon is now round at sea, brightening the whole of heaven. "A kind of hope, a kind of acacia, a feeling of expectation.

Affection, a gentle spring gushes from the heart, moistens the whole body, just like a crisp light rain moistens the earth and evokes a vibrant early spring.

Affection, though not as graceful as the beautiful flowers of red calyx in the mountains, is not as magnificent as the waterfall that "flies down three thousands of feet", and is not as earth-shattering and shocking as the giant thunder that "the god of thunder and lightning, the collapse of hills". But she is as gentle as water and as warm as spring, which brings unforgettable feelings to people.

There are stories of crows feeding back, lambs bowing down to their mothers' affection, and the spirit of returning leaves to their roots. There is a saying that is straightforward: "I can't live without my grandmother, and my grandmother can't live without me for the rest of her life." Mothers and grandchildren are more dependent on each other, so we can't waste distance. " There is also a heavy feeling that makes me burst into tears. A mother unfortunately suffered from uremia and needed a kidney transplant. Relatives at home are at a loss, and only her five-year-old daughter shoulders the heavy responsibility. When I was very young, I sold flowers and fruits on the streets and trains just to earn money for my mother's kidney disease. Storm, cold and heat can't stop her deep love for her mother. How strong the will to bear the load in that young and thin body is, how strong it is!

Family, that is, the warm spring breeze, has brought us the strength to forge ahead; Affection, that is, the vast blue sky, has brought us an open mind of being lenient with others; Family ties, that is, lofty mountains, have brought us the eternity of love.

Touching family, intoxicated family, infatuated with family.

Hug your family and experience the true meaning of life.

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The sky came quietly to us, the spring breeze gently reddened the flowers, and the spring rain quietly moistened the leaves. We are as vibrant as red flowers and green leaves. Who ever thought who let the spring breeze and spring rain moisten us silently?

Who cooked a delicious breakfast for us when we got up in a hurry in the morning? When we hurried out of the house with our schoolbags on our backs, whose figure lingered at the window and looked around? When we returned to the farm with a tired body, who had cooked the bath water for us? When we were studying late into the night, who quietly put a glass of milk in the corner of the table? What kind of person can do so many things without asking for anything in return? It's mom.

Since childhood, my mother has always been the closest and favorite person around us, asking questions about the east and the west, knowing the cold and knowing the heat. Before we could express ourselves clearly, my mother took pains to teach us English. When we are unable to protect ourselves, my mother does not hesitate to shelter us from the wind and rain with her generous and selfless love; When we thought we were going to get rid of her shelter when we grew up, our mother looked at us silently and didn't worry; When we are happy, mother smiles at us with bright eyes; When we are sad, my mother knows that she can't help us, but she still grieves with us ... My mother has done too much for us, but she never asks for anything in return. What a generous and selfless love it is!

Since ancient times, many literati have tried their best to exaggerate the greatness of Feng's maternal love, which has given us something we can't forget. We have gained far more from it than we have paid. We have learned tolerance, understanding, tolerance and consideration for others. But what have we done for our mother? Do we just accept my mother's free love with peace of mind? Shouldn't we do something to make our mother happy and proud?

The beautiful May has quietly arrived, and the air is full of fragrance. In this warm season, the eternal theme of May is Mother's Day. What should we do for our mother on this ordinary and special day?

Mom doesn't want gorgeous and expensive jewelry or expensive gifts. The best gift for her is ourselves. Perhaps just yesterday, a budding carnation, a clean and tidy tablecloth and an innocent smile made her feel gratified. Because-children grow up and know how to love their mothers. This is telling mom: mom, I love you!

Yesterday was the second Sunday in May, Beautiful Mother's Day. However, for every child who loves his mother, every day is Mother's Day. Let's hug his mother in the tenderest mood and tell her, "Mom, I love you!" " "

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From the baby's "wow" fall to feeding him to grow up, how much effort and sweat parents have paid and how many days and nights they have woven; From elementary school to junior high school, and even to university, how many teachers have worked hard for him, silently dedicating light and heat, burning themselves and illuminating others.

Gratitude is from the heart. As the saying goes: "The grace of dripping water is rewarded by the spring." What's more, parents, relatives and friends pay you more than just a drop of water, but a piece of Wang Yang sea. Whether you give your parents a cup of warm tea when they are tired, give them a card on their birthday, or give them some greetings and comfort when they are lost, they often devote their efforts and energy to us. How can we remember their birthdays, understand their fatigue, and whether we are aware of the wisps of silver and wrinkles? Gratitude requires you to feel and return with your heart.

Gratitude is respect. As a famous scientist, Madame Curie won the Nobel Prize twice, but she met her primary school teacher at the meeting and expressed her gratitude with a bunch of flowers. The great man Mao Zedong also expressed his deep gratitude to his teacher during the festival. Great men since ancient times have a grateful heart. Gratitude does not need to be earth-shattering, just a greeting, a call and a trace of emotion from you.

Gratitude is meaningful. Love makes the world go round. Parents' efforts are far higher than mountains and deeper than the sea, but as us, we only know how to open our mouths with food and reach out with clothes. It seems that there is another isolation zone, which makes us selfish, forgetting the efforts of our parents and the sound of happiness. Learning to appreciate others is a kind of conscience and filial piety, because only in this way can there be harmony, happiness and mutual respect.

With a grateful heart, look at the society, parents and relatives, and you will find how happy you are. Let go of your thoughts and let the drizzle wash away the pollution of your heart. Learn to be grateful, because it will make the world better and life more fulfilling.

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"Grateful heart, thank you ..." Whenever I hear this song, I always think of someone, the person who gave me life-my mother! I am most afraid of hearing this song when I leave home. At that time, I always felt a little sad and my tears were out of control.

People often say: "Father loves mountains and mother loves the sea!" " "I feel that maternal love is like the sea, and there is tenderness like water; Motherly love is like a boat, which raises a confident sail for me, encourages and helps me reach the other side of happiness; A mother's love is like a shore, which is a harbor for her daughter to park after her heart is injured!

It has been fourteen years, and I have asked myself, "What kind of love is eternal?" I couldn't find the answer until then, when I found the answer.

It was an important day for me-I went to take the entrance exam! It's like I'm standing at the first crossroads in my life. The traffic around me is endless, the red light turns green ... this cycle, but my choice is only once, and there is no cycle. That morning, there was the sound of my mother preparing breakfast early in the kitchen. After getting up, I saw an umbrella, test equipment and breakfast on the table. Because my mother is not free today, she can't accompany me to the exam. She watched me walk out of the crossroads. On the way, we didn't talk, but in the hazy rain and fog, I still clearly saw the wrinkles on my mother's forehead and the dazzling white hair on her forehead ... When I got on the bus, she repeatedly told me: "Drop everything, study hard, regardless of the consequences, just try your best!" I nodded and got on the bus. I looked behind the car, and my mother was still standing at the crossroads ... I didn't feel scared today, because I knew my mother was silently supporting me behind my back. Although she is not with me, I can still feel her care and love for me. This care and love is supported by love, so I am not afraid.

Just when everyone was full of hope, there was a bolt from the blue-I lost. What a blow this news is to me! I am afraid to hear the laughter of my classmates, as if they were laughing at me; I was afraid to touch my relatives' eyes, as if there was a "why" in those eyes ... that time, I cried! When I was most helpless, you gave me comfort and encouragement-mom! You told me, "Who has failed in life?" Who didn't fall? It is important to know how to stand up again. Those who stand up again are heroes! "After listening, although I didn't speak, I was deeply moved and very clear: this is just a stumbling block on the long road of life and insignificant for the broad future. However, because of my mother's support and encouragement, I didn't fall down-I did well in the graduation exam.

Mom, your love, like a lamp shining in the dark, led me to find the direction of this lost ship; Your love, like a shower in the desert, moistens my dry heart; Your love is like a ray of sunshine in a cold area, which makes my desperate flowers see hope. ...

I finally understand that the greatest and most eternal love in the world is maternal love! I will cherish this selfless maternal love in my heart.

Although time has passed, maternal love has poured in like a spring! I am deeply aware that:

Motherly love is eternal!

Can you stop? Is it enough?